Academy

Control Your Powers, Don't Let Them Control You

Lunch

No POV

Bree and Five push thick wooden double doors open. "It looks just like a school cafeteria"
"Ew, this is what school cafeteria's look like?" Five scrunches his face. "I can believe I wanted to go to school instead of learning from home."
Bree tries her best to hold back a laugh.

"So do we have labeled spots where we're suppose to sit?"
"Wow, you are lacking school experience." Bree chuckles, realizing how clueless he is.
"Wow, thanks. I hadn't noticed."

"Okay, well the techies seem to be sitting at the table on the far right, the writing group is on the far left, an-"

"How about we sit at that empty table." Five sarcastically smiles.
"You really need to work on your people skills." Bree insists.
"How long do you think the Handler will leave us be-"
"Hello, children." The Handler says, standing behind Bree.
Bree mouths. "Great." Sarcastically.

The Handler guides the two young adults to an empty table.
"You two will be expected in my office after your break."
"Which is?" Five rudely asks.
"In an hour. Spend your time wisely."
"On it, boss." Bree rolls her eyes, as the Handler walks away.
"She didn't even tell us where her office is." Five complains.
"You need to work on your people skills." Bree insists.

———At The Handler's Office———

"You may enter." The Handler allow's.

"It has been at least 24 hours since you've arrived, and I think its time for your first mission."
"She's not ready, she's hasn't been trained." Five shoots up from seat in her defence. "Well she can use her power." The Handler assumes.
"I d-don't know how, Miss." Bree stutters, holding her head down. "Oh, well it doesn't take long to learn." The Handler says, getting up out of her office chair, and walking around it.

"And just how would you know that?" Five retorts.
"Oh, don't be like that, Five." The Handler chuckles. "Have you studied us? I mean you seem to know a lot about us."

"Just take off the gloves for me, will you?" The Handler asks, more like demands.
"Well, I-" Bree musters out.
"She doesn't have to do anything." Five scowls. "C'mon, dear." The Handler motions for Bree's hand.
The Handler's grow's impatient, and grabs her hands.

The Handler tries to remove Bree's gloves. "You just need to practi-"  Five swiftly grabs the Handler's forearm.
"Let. Go. Of. Her. Hands." He grunts, tightening his grip on the Handler's arm.
He maintains eyes contact until the Handler looks away in discomfort.
The Handler releases her hands from Bree's, but slips her gloves off as well.

The Handler smirks. "Now, lets practice. Hold his hand." She demands.
"No! Absolutely not. It'll kill him!" Bree protests.
"Fine. Five will go on the mission alone. Bree, you'll stay with me."

"There's no way in hell that I'm leaving her with you." Five shouts.

"Well then you'll have to make a choice, won't you?"
"I'll give you until tomorrow."
"But the job needs to be done tomorrow, so even if she doesn't go, you will."
The Handler throw's Bree's gloves back.
Bree quickly puts them on, without hesitation.

They make their way back to their room.
"That bitch. She's-" Five tries to rant.
"Maybe she's right. I'm useless without training."
Five frowns, and eyes Bree. "I'm sorry? What did you just say?"
"I said I'm useless. I feel useless."
"Say that again, and I'll-" he says, trying to think out a threat.
Bree chuckles. "Take your time. I'll wait." Bree smirks.

Fives face turns a light shade out pink. "I- I hate- You piss me off." He finally musters out.
Bree courtesy's. "Its a skill. Now Let's go train before I feel even more useless."
Five rolls his eyes, as a smile plastered across his face.

———That Night———
Bree's POV

I roll over in my bed, restlessly. "I hate this."
I don't want Five to see me as weak. Someone he has to drag along.
I bolt up in my bed. Damn, these headaches.
I slid out of bed and sit against it.
If I stay by the window side then the light shouldn't wake Five up.