Kidnapped by the commission at a young age, due to being a risk to the timeline. The Handler had attempted to kill her once but failed, so to even things out she kept Echo locked up for 43 years. After many babysitters and commission workers looking...
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TW: detail of torture
Her side felt as though it was on fire, her eyelids shut by the tiring weight. Echo let out a raspy groan in agony, shooting up out of her chaotic nightmares. The red-heads shivering skin began to dampen with a cold sweat, black dots swallowing her vision, and her carcass becoming feeble. A long buzz strained in her ear, she grunted, covering them, gripping at her hair.
"Echo! Echo!" Due to the gingers intense case she was unresponsive, "Come on!" A sharp slap came in contact with her wet cheek.
Echo gasped, pupils expanding, "Five! Five..." She wept, clawing at his arms.
"Shh, shh." The boy pulled her into him, securing her head to his chest, running gentle strokes down the blood corrupt hair.
"I-..." The rotten female choked, "What happened?"
"Those assholes shoot you." Five reminded, checking down on her, "Before you basically saved me."
"Nah." She chuckled, the joyful noises switching to a hoarse cough, "You...You would of figured something out."
"Yeah, probably." He laughed with her.
"Well, why are we sitting around here?" Echo separated herself from the boy, smiling weakly, "Don't we have an apocalypse to prevent?"
"I do. You're staying." Five stood, collecting his duffle and heading for the window.
"No, Five..." She hissed, joining his side, "I made a promise, back at the commission, that I would help you stop this thing. I don't break promises."
"Fine." Five puffed, climbing out and down the ladder, "But if you start hurting, you're going straight back here, okay?"
"Aye, aye, captain." She saluted. The girl bite down on her lower lip to muffle her pain, making her way down the ladder also.
"I'd ask what you're up to, Klaus." Five voice brought the ginger out of her world of suffering, "But then it occurred to me...I don't care."
"Hey," Klaus halted her bin-picking, "You know there are easier ways out of the house, buddy?"
"This are involved the least amount of talking, "The time-traveller down, offering a helping hand to the struggling ginger came after him, "Or so I thought."
"Hey, hey, hey, so..." Number Four leaned on the edge of bin, flask in hand, "You need any more company today? I could, uh...clear my schedule."
"Look like you've got your hands full." Five let his injured friend use for stability.
"Oh, this? No, no. I can do this whenever. I'm just-..." The man tripped, falling into the trash bin, "I just misplaced something. That's all." He searched through the rubbish, "Oh! Found it!" He re-revealed himself, circular treat in hand, taking a bite, "Mm, bagel. Delicious."
