After All This Time

Chapter Thirty-One

Five laughed and took the fudge nutter from me, "You could have gotten that for me the whole time."

"Yeah, but it was more entertaining to watch you destroy a vending machine." I chuckled. "And you lied."

"What?"

"'I never enjoyed it, the killing.'" I quoted him.

"I don't." He said.

"Please," I chuckled, "You were in there slaughtering everyone with a smile on your face like a maniac."

"You were in there doing the same thing." He defended. "But you are right. I never enjoyed it, but the thrill of doing it is what gets me excited. But after, it doesn't bring me any pleasure."

"I am sorry, though. I would never do this if it wasn't for a good cause..."

I took a good look at Five, and he looked at me, we were both covered in blood. The collar of his shirt was almost completely red, as well as his sweater vest and blazer. My dark blue shirt had splatters all over it and the pants as well.

"Jesus..."

I went over and looked at Five's hair, and noticed the hair wrap still in there, strangely enough the same color of all the blood, even before the massacre we just commited.

"We better get going, or we'll be late meeting the Handler." Five said.

We walked out the exit in the back and grabbed the briefcase, Five held onto my shoulder with AJ, and I opened it. In a flash we were back in the alley way. I set the briefcase down and looked around us for her, but she wasn't here. Five set AJ down and came to look at the briefcase, just to see if there was a possible chance that it would still work. Then I heard a quiet beeping coming from it.

"Five, I would back down from that if I were you..." I said cautiously.

He looked up at me "It doesn't work anymore but I think I can-"

The beeping got faster.

"Five. Get away from the briefcase."

It started beeping louder and faster.

"Why- Oh shit." He said he leapt up and walked away from it.

I used my powers and threw it up in the air, and it exploded.

"Shit." I said. "Think anyone saw that?"

"Hope not." Five said, he picked AJ back up and started picking the blood off of his nails.

A little bit later, I heard a whoosh in the alleyway, and we heard the clicking of heels. I turned around, and surprise surprise, it was the Handler. Five stayed facing the opposite direction of her, but turned his head to look at her.

She walked up behind us with a briefcase in her hand, "Well?"

Five handed her the bag, still not making eye contact with her.

"AJ!" She cackled, she held the bag up to her face and cooed at nim. The Handler looked Five up and down, "You know, you're really starting to fill out those tight little shorts of yours. Lucky for Y/N."