3) The Bullet Agency

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3 years later

Monsters aren't born, they're created. They're not the ones hiding under the bed, they're the ones inside you. They're created from the pain of one's heart, the pain is what's turned into darkness.

Little by little, the darkness grows and overpowers one's mind, body and soul, making someone it's personal bitch. Its exactly what happened to him. A monster was created from the innocence he once had, the innocence taken and made into madness.

Over the years, he fully processed what had happened to him, what his ex did to him. He became fully aware and became curious too. What was this thrill his ex got from killing, from murdering. He never found out himself but that didn't mean he wasn't curious.

However, as well as the storm raging in his mind, Felix had a storm around him too. This was his second to last year in university and he had to graduate. There was just one small issue, he could no longer afford to.

Felix began his studies on a scholarship, he didn't want to tell his family about his money problems, by family he means Minho since he didn't have his parents, and if he doesn't pay rent by the end of this month, he would loose his apartment. So yeah, Felix was knee deep in a load of shit.

He had taken on a job a few months back, just a simple cashier in a convenience store, and it got him food but it wasn't enough for both university and a roof over his head. He barely got time to study or dance anymore.

The empty bench he sat on was cold from the snow of late December, Felix's nose was red as well as his eyes. He couldn't help but cry in frustration. What the hell was he suppose to do? He wasn't about to ask Minho for help and he wasn't in contact with his parents anymore. He hasn't been for the past 7 years, ever since they found out he was gay that is. He was disowned.

He didn't know what else to do anymore. His mind was a war and he couldn't take it anymore. He screamed. He screamed so loud letting out pent up frustration and anger. Thankfully the park was empty and it was almost 2am. Felix didn't know how long he'd been sitting outside counting his uncountable problems.

"Damn, are you okay? I mean you're probably not with the way you just screamed your lungs out but yeah. You okay?" Felix heard a sudden deep voice and he looked up and blinked away his tears.

And he was in awe. The first thing that came to his mind was 'holy shit'. In front of him stood a man who was wearing full black, he had his hands in his coat and a mask was on his face. He had black hair that seemed messily styled and onyx black eyes.

Those eyes were strong but silent and Felix couldn't help but be drawn in. They looked dark and evil but also like they held entire universes. They were dominating, demanding, like he'd bring hell if you disobeyed him. And that's what had Felix staring.

"W-who are you?" Felix asked, his cries now little sniffles as he calmed down. The man then sat down beside him on the bench.

"I'm... someone who might help you." That was the most vaguest answer one could ever give.

"How?" Felix asked and the man smirked beneath his mask.

"I can offer you something. It's something that would earn you millions but you would loose a little too. Maybe your sanity but, that's your choice of course." Chan offered and knew Felix's would accept. He never stopped watching him.

"Again, who are you? And tell me clearly." Felix demanded. He gets annoyed at cryptic words, why can't a person just say what they want to say.

"To kill, to murder, to be a criminal. I've been watching you Felix for a little while, I feel like you're perfect for the job." Fleck furrowed his eyebrows.

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