Devon 3

. Devon shut the door and looked to the left and the right, a little ruddy-faced boy with shaggy hair gaped at her. She felt for the handle again, looking behind her, but there was no door now, not even a knob. The door was gone. Devon stared at it curiously for a second, then shrugged and stepped briskly through a narrow alley. She had always been a creature of purpose, and had always made sure she knew what her mission was. Devon had her mission now.
And what is that mission?” A mischievous voice asked from next to her. Devon looked to her left, there was a skinny boy, maybe her age, with light blue eyes, almost gray looking, his mouth was twisted into a smug, daring look. Daring her to ask him how she had known her thoughts. Devon dismissed it, most likely some sort of magic trick or percentage…eight-five percent of all people leaning on walls are thinking about what their mission is. She gave him a sideways glance again, she would admit, he had been clever to know. “That, little boy,” she said condescendingly, “is none of your business.” Anger flared up in those eyes, but it was minimal, more akin to frustration. “well well...” He muttered, after she was gone, “you had your chance.” And he left. Devon heard what he said, and it troubled her slightly, but she brushed it aside. There was no need to coddle the vanity of a half grown whelp of a boy.
A bored genius with nothing to do is extremely dangerous. Damien was bored. The fact that he was bored caused great danger to many individuals. When Damien got bored, Damien got dangerous. During his last bought of boredom he had successfully robbed a fortune off a local bank, with that fortune, he had invented a small gun, only three and a half inches long that fit perfectly into the palm of his hand. It was no ordinary gun, it was perfectly silent, and was one of the most powerful guns in the world, he had used it to get revenge on several of his enemies. Damien was bored. No one would or could stand up to him, and it was tiring him. A girl on the other side of the alley opened a door that shouldn’t be there, hadn’t been there. The door didn’t have a handle. She stood there silently, Damien sidled up next to her, suddenly he knew what she was thinking, “she had a mission”he grinned cockily “and that is?” She turned her head and looked at him, uninterested, “That, little boy is none of your business.” Damien became angry, it had been a long time since anyone had dared to treat him condescendingly. That stupid girl would pay. She walked away purposefully. Damien snorted, “well well…you had your chance..Little girl.”