I'm divergent

And I can't be controlled.

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"No, I don't want a f*cking cheesecake!" The plate that was brought to her came tumbling down, "-you! Yes, you!" The man pointed himself shakily only to get yelled at, "I f*cking hate this place! And Cameron?" The secretary visibly shuddered before stuttering.

"Y-yes?"

"You're fired!!"

I sighed, heaving my head up from the phone, pausing the coding for a second to glance at Diya only to be yelled at as well, I noticed Cameron flinching from the corner of my eye.

"The f*ck you looking at?!"

Well.

I stood up, she did too.

I stared at her, she stared right back.

We paused.

"I'm coming too," she stated.

Too smart for her own good.

"Sure, let's go pissing together," I sassed without missing a beat, masking the smirk that was making its way up, her eyes twitched down to slits as she slowly settled back into her armchair, not once breaking eye contact as she ordered.

"Five minutes,"

I smirked, "have a nice five minutes then," already making my way out of the luxuriously guarded room, just turning around the corner I heard her yelling one last time.

"I hate you!"

Shaking my head at her I swerved in the direction of the restrooms, swiftly skipping them to the emergency exit as I tore off my formal suit and shirt, leaving myself in a bulletproof vest and body suit over it, it was silent as I hurriedly examined the surrounding for threat, promptly messing my hair and taking out the Bluetooth headset from the jacket and finally throwing the clothes into the bin, wearing my glasses as I made my way down.

Some security passed me, acknowledging my presence without sensing suspicion, brother-in-law was too damn stubborn, I will make him pay for the formals I just lost because of him, call came through, and swiftly reaching the darkness outside I turned on the headpiece, letting the altered voice to sink into my ear.

"You got it?"

"Yep," I answered, effortlessly making it out of the building, draping myself into the moonless night as I stared up at the windows for once, I swear I saw someone flipping me off from the fifth floor.

I felt my lips twitch as a smile tried to make its way up, I turned around, walking up to the parking.

"Which one?" I asked.

Two seconds later, the voice came through the headpiece again. "586 5GX"

The black Kawasaki sat ding proud with a similar number attached to it, a smirk found its way to my lips as I adjusted myself on it, igniting the engine, before letting it reverb generously as I accelerated, giving the man delivering orders an actual treat of attainment.

"Hope you have the thing ready," I asked, correlating, smoke and engine purring into the silent parking.

"Hope you have the stuff to acquire it," my smirk widened, as I relieved the clutch, letting the speed take over, smoothly riding out of the parking, my eyes determinedly trained on the road as I snapped the helmet's glass close.

"I'll be there in 10 minutes,"

The wind rushed past me as I drove in the dead of night, the cold tone of New York calming me as I slowly left the deserted tract to enter more lavish neighbourhood, traffic increased minutely because of it being more of a private neighbourhood, rich snobby people possessing most of the mansions lining here, but there was no skepticism as to why he resided here, he was entitled to live here with the IQ that man embodied.

It took me a little while as I drove to the mansion specified to me, it had a beautiful white marbled exterior, ceilings high with its Victorian era layout, it was built to lure in with the vines climbing at one side.

I will ask for one of these from my brother-in-law in exchange.

I stopped the ignition, parking in front of the mansion and getting off, pulling out my gun from the thigh holster I placed earlier, checking the bullets and pointing it ahead at ready, walking up the stairs of the porch as I reached the large double front door, my headset perked up again, similar altered voice sneaking up.

"Password?"

"Seriously?"

When no reply came through I sighed before glaring at the camera he thought was hidden well enough to capture my moves and smiled while stating.

"It's john doe, you asshole,"

It was silent for a while before the front door opened with a click, I smirked in the direction of the camera before opening the door and moving in, gun strained at front, contemplating someone to jump but nothing of that sort happened, it was dark all over, l nothing in particular in sight as my eyes slowly glided around.

"You can put the gun back," I swerved, smoothly pointing the gun at the man standing in front, easily reaching 6'3", formals adorning him as he casually stood there with his hands in his pockets.

I pulled off the safety, pointing the gun unstaggeringly at him, "Who are you?"

He effortlessly ignored the gun as he turned and started walking in the direction he sneakily came from.

"Follow me,"

Ha! I'm not an idiot, I won't just follow him in without actually knowing him.

I stood there, edging the gun at his back as he turned around the corner, one second, two seconds...

Aah! F*ck it.

I rushed towards the ending corridor, hearing his footsteps fading around another turn as I rushed to catch up with him, we eventually fell into step as I followed him down to a well-maintained basement, at least it wasn't a torturing dungeon, and like hearing my thoughts the voice sounded once again, not from my headpiece but from the man guiding me this time.

"It's on the uppermost level,"

His eyes eventually meeting mine over the rim of my gun as I smirked in retrieval, not even a tinge of fear on both of our faces as we tried to intimidate the other.

"I know you."

"Oh, you do?"

"You're Noah Rajput,"

"Bingo, what you want? An Oscar?" I snickered, his lip twitched, I danced inwardly in victory as he turned around to have his back to me, amassing his nerves and continuing once again.

I followed, the smirk stayed.

I should do this more often.

I followed him further, gun pointing at his back as he directed us to a more secluded area, computers and laptops covering most of the wall and area, a large table settled in front of couches, dim light shining all the metal present in the room.

"My thing." He stretched his hand towards me.

"Come on, it's not that hard of a word," I beamed, his calm shattered as he knocked the gun out of my hand, aiming for a uppercut only to be dodged by me, followed by a punch to my gut, which was deflected by me in prediction as well.

Our onslaughts and defences fast as it could be, milli seconds between one of us tried to choke the other, one of his laptop fell down when he tried to roundhouse me down.

"F*ck!"

"Oops." I glowed, only for him to land a good punch on my abdomen, it went on for a good twenty seconds before we both were entangled in our limbs, glaring at each other as he tried to pull back but I held tight, both of us having a little minor cuts here and there.

"Give me the USB!" He snarled.

"There! Now was it hard?"

"Noah I swea-"

"Alright! Give me my package first!" I cut him off, getting tired of irritating him quickly, people are getting too boring.

"Noah, if you don't me give what I want, I swear I will paralyze you neck down, don't think I will go easy just because I can't kill you." He finalised, his eyes blazing angrily in impatience as I smirked.

"Yeah, I'm so scared.." His hand on my neck moved, "...okay, okay! I will give you the USB first!" I loosened my grip on him in gesture, slowly getting freed as well," you dirty, dirty little impatient old man," I thickened my mother's gifted English accent, casually brushing my bodysuit as I shook my head at him in disappointment.

He only stretched out his hand once again, making me sigh outwardly this time, I slowly pulled out the USB from my garter strap's hidden compartment, and putting it into his palm.

"You old people need to up your level, y'all are getting bOrInG."

He ignored me completely as he swiftly plugged it into his computer and went through it, his fingers flying over the keyboard in the smoothness of waves, checking and analyzing if I had really handed him over the thing he asked in return of a favour, I rolled my eyes at him, casually strolling to my gun and picking it up to put it away.

By the time I had done so, he had already perpetrated through the USB, silently standing in front of me with his arms crossed over his chests as he peered at me in indictment, and I did the first thing I was itching to do since I stepped through his front door and saw him.

I winked.

His eyes barely showed the confused tint before going back rigid.

"So you're giving me the thing or what?" I asked casually leaning on the table.

"You sure?" He sounded gruff.

"As sure as about getting this mansion as a gift when I done,"

His lip twitched.

Gotcha.

"This is serious,"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

He did look at me, this time with evident precision, as if contemplating that I was indeed here for a valid reason.

"Very well, you earned my favor, but if anyone, and I mean anyone ever asked me about your involvement with me about anything, I would wholly deny it."

"Damn, you're really gonna leave me hanging Doyle?"

And there he goes, again with his silent examining.

"I don't know you and you don't know me."

"Doy-"

"That's the deal, Noah."

I eyed him for a while before I answered.

"As you wish, Doyle."

It took him less than a minute to emanate the package I wanted, his fingers unlocking the lid of the huge suitcase, black marking every inch of it as the bullets shone beside the huge rim of the gun, every piece dismantled and sitting ready to be put together, mocking the person in front to dare to do it.

Sniper.

Doyle rotated the case to me, eyeing me as I pulled out a bullet to examine between my fingers, there were a total of twelve of them, I placed it back and swiftly closed the lid, locking and carrying it by a hand, it leisurely dangled beside me as Doyle said.

"Be careful..." He slightly grimaced, "...try not to.....annihilate unnecessarily" Carefully choosing his words as he indirectly dismissed me to go on, I smiled at him, nodding my head in gesture, my words for being thankful weren't needed.

As I finally turned around the corner and stepped out of the front door with the heavy suitcase in my hand, I heard the doors shutting close behind me with a click, I rolled my eyes unconsciously as I winked at the camera one last time before hopping on the bike, securely adjusting the suitcase behind me and get going.

Arcadius Luca Valentino.

It's time for him to die.

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By the time I stopped beside the cars already pulled there, they were already empty, gunshots echoing from inside the passive rescinded structure, ignoring the head-on warfare confluence, I looked around for a secure and worthwhile position so that I can put a single bullet between Lucy's eyes and be done with it.

M y eyes wandered down to another building pinnacling the deserted neighbourhood, in direct line of the one I was directing, a smile contorted my face as I handled the suitcase and strode in, casually climbing over to find myself a cozy place to set up my sniper.

I was halfway up the building, cemented stairs marking the way when my phone vibrated, I tapped the headpiece to answer it, but a snarl welcomed me in return.

"Are you pooping?!"

I sighed.

"No."

"Then the f*ck is taking you so-"

"I'm fucking."

A frozen silence greeted me as I waited for an answer, all while climbing up the stairs, it took Diya around ten seconds to interpret the meaning and finally hang up.

I amusedly smirked, all this time, all I had to do was to tell her I was having sex to get her bickering off of me, I will definitely remember the trick.

When I arrived the floor in level to the terrace of front building I felt my positivity stripping out of me, every piece of goodness slowly peeling off as I adjusted myself in the shade of a window and placed the suitcase down.

Smoothly opening it as I started piecing the sniper back one by one, I could see the m*therfucker saying something as he shoved his gun in the blonde's head he was clutching, she was bleeding profusely, slumping down in his hold as he carried on with his snarling.

I couldn't make out a single word, nor could I scrutinize the person it was directed too, half of the view was covered by wall of what I presume to be a supply room or a way down into the building, but the thing I could interpret from the amount of profanity spitting lucy was doing, he was already marked and held at gunpoint too.

At least that old man reached the terrace.

I couldn't see my sister, but I knew she was there, she had to be there, there was no way in hell that she would die down in the building, she would be there and she would be alive, she lives for a panorama.

And when she finally does die, it would be in style.

After all that's what she taught me.

So masking my smirk and memory of hers knocking me down on my ass, I aimed, directly at the m*therfucker's chest, I would make him feel the agony of dying before I mark the killing bullet right between his eyes.

I silently waited for him to stop moving and when he finally took aim and shot someone on the other side, I shot him, right in his heart, he stumbled back, visibly confused and shocked as he glared at the front, blood oozing out of his chest as I took aim again.

This time he shot two bullets before I shot the third and it went through between his eyes and he collapsed.

Dead.

Some of the agents surrounded him as he laid there unmoving, couple of them keeping their guns at him as one of them helped the blonde on the floor.

Well my work here was done.

Didi (sis) you owe me one.

I smirked as I shrugged the dust off of me and swiftly packed my stuff and exited the building.

I was gone before anyone could suspect of me being there.

I was the nightmare they needed.

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I was halfway back to my destination when I received another call from Diya, I smirked knowing she was irritated because of me, I never missed calls, at least from people that were important.

"What's up?" I asked swiftly turning around a green light.

Only to hear her broken voice coming through to crash into my chest.

"N-Noah..." She cried.

She never cries.

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