Song, Hot In Herre by: Nelly
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A couple days later, I was back in London. I sat the briefcase on the bench, "Let's go to Berlin, baby."
I unlatched the clips then relatched them. I picked up the suitcase and waited to teleport. The briefcase made a whirling sound then it powered down.
I sat it back down, "no, no, Berlin we go." I redid the clips and picked it up again. It sputtered.
I repeatedly redid the clips, waiting for it to work. I threw my bagel on the floor and grabbed the briefcase. I began to hit it against the bench.
"Dickhead! Cunt! Bitch! Airy-fairy! Why won't you fucking work, you barmy little git! I need to go to Berlin! Shit!" I screamed.
Everyone backed up behind me. "Ma'am..."
"Fuck off!" I yelled, picking up my bagel from the ground. I grabbed the briefcase and strutted away.
I went to the hotel Lila told me about. She dropped off her fake son, Stanley, there with Diego. I sat down the briefcase and took a bath while eating my bagel.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" Five asked.
"Eating, bathing, you know the usual stuff you do in the bath, you perv."
"Don't flatter yourself, Y/n. I like my women a little less likely to kill me in my sleep."
"Is that so? Might I remind you about the closet together?" I grinned.
He scoffed.
I slowly grabbed a knife out of my bag, I threw it as he teleported. I teleported behind him. I grabbed the back of his shirt and slammed his head in the bathroom mirror. He looked me up and down, he saw the bruises, scars and cuts on my body.
I kicked him in the abdomen to get him to stop looking. I punched him, then spun and kicked him in the face, he fell to the floor. He got up and grabbed a towel.
He wrapped my arm around and pulled it towards him, I punched him in the side. As he unwrapped my arm, he punched me. He went around me and choked me with the towel. I teleported and grabbed the knife and teleported back in front of him. I tried to stab him, but he jumped back.
I kicked him and tried to stab him again, he ducked down and grabbed a metal tray. As I tried to stab him, he lifted up the tray. I cut through it, he groaned and threw the tray to the ground.
I teleported behind him and picked him to the ground, he got up and punched me in the face. He grabbed a soap bottle and tried to squirt it at me, but I ducked and swiped his feet from under. He fell to the ground again, but made me fall with him. I was on top of him.
He punched me in the abdomen, I flipped over, he was now on top of me. I punched him in the face then in the stomach. "Alright, alright. Enough." He said getting up. He was breathing heavily. His hair is all messy. He helped me up, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me.
"I forgot how much I hate you, you gormless little nutter."
"The feeling's mutual, Y/n." He tilted his head back. "As much as I'd love to stand here shivving each other, I have bigger concerns than you."
He looked up and saw my mouth and nose bleeding, I was looking in another bathroom mirror. It was happening again. I coughed out blood in the sink, "yeah? Like what?"
"Um..." he paused standing up and walking next to me. "What do you know about the grandfather paradox?"
"Well, I read the same training manuals as you did. Why?" I asked, grabbing another towel and wiping the blood off of my mouth and nose.
"Because it's happening."
"You being stupid?" I asked, throwing the towel to the side.
"Hand over your briefcase. I need to go to Herb and find out how he let things get so cocked up."
"Over there with my knickers. Toss them to me, will you?"
He gently tossed me my shirt and pants. "Y/n. Why is it you have two briefcases?" He lifted them up and sat them down in front of me.
"Mmm. One's yours. Nicked it from the Sparrows. Go on. Give it a go."
He tried one of them. It sputtered then shut down. He tried the other one. It sputtered and powered down as well.
"This can't be happening. The odds of one of them failing, it's in the millions. But two of them..."
"Astronomical. Yeah. So, what does that mean exactly? End of the world?"
"Oh, it's much worse than that. It means you and I are gonna have to work together."
"Oh."
"I just have one question, by the way."
"Shoot it."
"You were just bleeding from your mouth and nose. And if I remember correctly, the same thing happened in the barn. What's happening?"
"Well, I'm not supposed to be here."
"We're all not supposed to be here."
"No, no, no. I'm not supposed to be in this world."
"What?"
"Basically, I died young and-"
"Wait, you died? How old are you?"
"Shut up. You said one question."
He sighed.
"When I was 14 I got into some trouble with my biological brother. I kept sneaking out at night when he told me not to, he said I'd get into some serious shit. One night, one of my friends invited me to a party. Of course I snuck out, met up with a guy instead, I went to his house, we talked for a bit then he-he killed me. He was getting me a beverage and I drank it. Minutes later, he came back with a knife. I was laying in his bed, numb, as he stabbed me repeatedly."
He looked at me curiously.
"I got my ticket to heaven, but I just- I was too scared to go. I wasn't ready to say goodbye. I never got to say goodbye to my brother. Somehow I came back, I heard a voice saying it was too early for me to go. I looked at a magazine and saw the year. I'm 55 now. I started ageing but my body didn't. My body isn't keeping up with me."
"Are you sick? Is it something with cancer?"
"Sick? Five, I'm dying. Again. Just slowly this time. This is how I'd rather go then being stabbed to death."
"Does Lila know?"
I stayed quiet. I grabbed my clothes and walked out.
