Hey guys. this is my first fan-fic. i hope you guys like it and please give constructive criticism. it would help me improve my work loads.

It was 10 at night. Tom was down in the basement looking through files on previous missions. He was bored. He hadn't been given any work for ages. Just told to look through files. He was jealous. The other four got proper missions. Dan also got the girls. Every one fell head over heels. Tom felt like nothing.

Frank walked in holding two mugs with a brown liquid in. "Tom?" Tom swivelled in his chair.

"You okay?" Frank asked.

"Um... Yes. Ah! My favourite mug!" Tom said trying to sound a little happier. 'The mug said I heart computers!' He sipped the liquid. "Mmmmmm….. Hot chocolate!"

Frank turned around to get the biscuits. Tom turned back round and carried on thinking about how ugly he was. Tom looked at his arm. There was bruising and marks up and down it.

"Even my family hates me." he whispered. Frank walked in with a plate of biscuits. "Biscuits too!" he saw Tom. "Are you okay?" Frank pulled up toms sleeve and saw the marks but wasn't shocked. "Do you think I wouldn't notice? You've been down here every night for the past year." Frank rubbed Tom on the shoulder.

"I know" said Tom, "but…" He suddenly felt sleepy. His eyelids were getting heavier by the second.

"But what?" Frank said sounding worried. He heard the lift. "No one comes down at this time," he whispered looking down at his watch. He got up to see who it was.

Bang

Tom woke up with all his senses active. He spun round to find frank unconscious and bleeding. Tom got up only to find a man in black.

"Bye bye" said the mysterious man and shot Tom who swerved at the last second. The bullet hit him in the chest just missing his heart. Tom fell into darkness.

10 minutes later

Frank woke up with a splitting headache and un-aware of where he was. He looked around and remembered he was in the base. "Tom!" He cried as he looked at Tom's pale, limp body. He got up and ran over to him. Tom was lying in a pool of blood. "Tom! Tom!" He wasn't waking. Frank checked the boy heart rate. It was getting slower and slower. "No! No! No!" Frank cried. He got up and called and M.I.9 ambulance. He ran over to Tom again checking his pulse. The boy woke up. "Tom!" Frank shouted! "You're alive!"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because I'm gonna kill him if you step any closer!" the man in the black suit said to frank.

"No!" shouted frank.

"I did warn you!"

He injected something into Tom and ran. "Oh, and frank, I'd watch you're back too! You don't know when I'll strike next!" He said and left. Frank looked at Tom who was violently shaking.

"You'll be alright. I promise!" whispered frank rocking a ghostly white Tom back and forth. Frank checked his pulse again. Tom was dead. Frank looked down at the boys pale body in his arms. "I'm sorry," Frank said. Tears began falling down his cheeks.