Victim X Agent Smith Novels & Stories

"This isn't over, Aria. You know that deep down." "It's over for you." She stepped forward, her voice steady despite the trembling in her hands. "You'll never hurt anyone again. Not me. Not my mother. Not anyone." Victor laughed. Soft. Cold. Dismissive. Then his hand moved—fast, sudden, a blur of motion. A small blade appeared from his sleeve, glinting in the dim light. He slashed the cuff of the agent nearest him and lunged toward the door. Two agents tackled him before he reached the frame. He went down hard, the blade skittering across the wooden floor. They pinned him, cuffed his ankles, secured his wrists behind his back. Victor struggled, hissing through clenched teeth, but the agents

Victor looked up, surprise flashing across his skeletal face for the first time. “Get away from her,” Damien growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Now.” Victor smiled weakly, the syringe still pressed to my arm. “My son. Come to watch me die? Or come to save the woman who betrayed us both?” Damien crossed the room in three strides, knocking the syringe from Victor’s hand. It clattered to the floor as Damien pulled me into his arms, his hands working quickly to undo the restraints. I clung to him, sobbing with relief as the leather straps fell away. Victor watched us, his face twisted with rage and pain, but he was too weak to stop us.

Victor just shrugged a little. "It is only bad if you get in trouble." He moved the whiskey around in his glass. "The person is Alex Morgan ." It was quiet for a seconds. Then Chris said slowly. "Alex?" Victors smile got a little bigger. "Yes." He leaned forward a little. "I know you and Alex Morgan have a history." Chris's voice got a little angry. "What do you want me to do to Alex Morgan?" Victor's answer was easy. "Help me ruin Alex Morgan's life."

The sight of blood dwelling and snacking down his body like a crimson waterfall made everything more enjoyable. Danger radiating off me made Damien tense. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about-“ “Oh, believe me, Smith. I’m a very observant man, I know what’s going on behind my back,” I sneered at him. I could feel my wolf growling in the back of my head, thrashing and clawing to set loose and end this fucker’s life. His pathetic scream echoes around the basement which I use purposely for these specific purposes. Smith, however, had two options today. Either he tells me where Katarina was, and I would give him an easy death, or he acts like a motherfucker and I’d give him a painful demise

Mrs Smith said defending her husband in order not to believe Thompson. "I don't expect you to believe me, all I want back is the virus. You either give me or you and your son pay for your husband's sin" Thompson said, bringing out the dagger, this time with a serious countenance. "Okay fine, I will give you the virus and you will let me go," Mrs Smith said looking frightened. "deal," Thompson said smiling. "Not so fast" both heard an unknown voice. Both turned back and were surprised to see someone speed in towards Thompson and took him off the ground. Before he could get up, the person was already on him, hitting him so hard with his two fists.

" I told him that you don't get to act like the victim here and try to escape. I spat as I coughed violently, "You assaulted me, and God knows how many you killed on your way up here! I don't care if you are the heir apparent of this shithole you and your type constructed of this country. You are not the victim here! I am!!!" Aric froze in place and seemed at a loss for what to say. Now that my poison was gone, I had nothing but the door behind me to keep me from collapsing. As I slumped to the floor, breathing heavily, I barely registered Aric's arms grabbing me before the room began to blur in and out.

"He's alive. Wants to make a deal. Says he'll only talk to Matthews." They brought Nickey to another room. Victor sat handcuffed. Bloody but smiling. "Sorry about your brother. Collateral damage." "You killed him." "Actually my guy panicked during the raid. These things happen." Victor leaned forward. "But I'll make you a deal. Personal one. Kill me. Right now. Take that agent's gun and shoot me." An agent stepped forward. "Mr. Matthews, don't." Nickey's hand moved toward the holstered gun. "Nickey, don't!" Trina screamed from the doorway.

"You're not leaving until we settle this." Xandros's smile returned, forced and unconvincing. "Of course, Victor. Let's discuss... business." Victor leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "I want to see this proof." Xandros hesitated before pulling out a folder from his jacket. Victor's eyes scanned the documents, his expression unreadable. Xandros's voice filled the silence. "You see, Victor, the Smiths have been playing you. Using you for their gain."

Smith and Johnson. I watched as Alex's posture straightened, his voice steady and unwavering. His eyes narrowed with intensity, reflecting the resolve burning within him. It was clear that he had fully embraced his past self, tapping into the instincts and skills that had once defined him. In that moment, he was a force to be reckoned with. As the conversation with Deago unfolded, the gravity of the situation became apparent. Mr. Smith's influence ran deep, intertwined with a dangerous network of criminal activities. Alex knew that to dismantle this web of power, he would need to unravel the secrets hidden within the shadows.

“Mia!” “Of course, who else!” I snapped. “You didn’t expect her to stay silent forever, Liam. She had to retaliate somehow.” “Retaliate?” I spun around, eyes narrowing. “Retaliate against me? No one does that.” My voice cracked with restrained fury. Victor smirked faintly. “Then what’s the plan? Because right now, she looks like the victim, and you…” “I look like the villain,” I finished for him, jaw tightening. “And you know what villains do, Victor? They rewrite the script.”