𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖘||𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖘

2.0

feb 9 2007

Nakia had never slept so well. She didn't know what it was but she hadn't slept like that since she had those conversations with Ophelia. She awoke to the sounds of cabinets shuffling. She groggily sat up, rubbing her eyes as she looked around.

She squealed. She knew it wasn't a dream! She had left the facility. She was finally free. Nakia stepped out of bed, looking around. Well, she wasn't home. This room was much nicer than her own. On one of the walls stood a large mirror. She hadn't seen herself clearly in over a week.

She groaned to herself. She was seven again. "Great," she mumbled. "I'm going through puberty all over again. Just great." She facepalmed. "And I'm five feet tall." She hadn't realized how different she looked. Guess captivity does that to you.

Nakia sighed, she slugged to the door. She walked into the kitchen to see the man sipping something in a mug, and eating toast. His back was to her, writing something down. She cleared her throat softly, making him jump.

"Damn, you're quiet," he said, clutching his heart. "You good?" She nodded.

"Alright," he said. "There's some clothes in the drawer in the room for you. Hurry up we gotta leave soon." Nakia raised an eyebrow. Thomas stared at her, confused at why she was giving him that face. "We have to go, y'know to S.H.E.I.L.D."

Nakia's eyes grew wide. Thomas's stare turned into one of concern. He knew she spoke, he knew she spoke English. So why did she look so confused? He pointed in the direction of where she came from. She gave him one last look before walking off.

Thomas sighed to himself.

Nakia walked back into the room. Why was she going back? She thought she passed their dumb tests. She thought they understood what happened was an accident. She thought they'd just apologize and let her go on about her day. The more she thought as she fumbled through the drawers, the more stupid she knew she was. They sent her home with one of their trusted agents. They were never going to let a nation threat just walk out of their buildings. Maybe this new body was just making her more naive. She had to get her head back in the game.

Nakia felt her hands begin to warm. She cringed, as she tried to calm down. She breathed in and out continuously. She sighed. Maybe Reggie was right. The Umbrella Academy was too stupid to be on their own. She opened a drawer and pulled out a red sweater and denim overalls. She walked to the bathroom to take a shower.

As she got dressed she thought about Ophelia. She hadn't thought about her once since Ben's death. The more she thought about it the more she hated herself. She was probably dead, and Nakia had done nothing to prevent it.

She had ended up putting a red sweater on with denim overalls and black shoes called Converses. It looked pretty nice. It was the first time she was going to wear something that wasn't her uniform. She smiled at something bittersweet. If it was really time for her new beginning, she would be leaving all of her partners behind. Diego, Klaus, Vanya, Ben, Five, and now Ophelia.

Was it time for her to let go of the past? With all the ghosts that seemed to trail behind her?

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"You've never had cereal before," Thomas questioned, pushing the bowl in front of her. "Cinnamon Toast Crunch." The young girl hesitantly shook her head. Thomas sighed, before walking to the door.

"Hurry up kid, we're going to be late," He walked out of the house.

Nakia grumbled as she stared at the cereal. Reginald had never allowed Grace to feed them cereal. He said it was a waste of space, and didn't provide suitable energy and it was full of sugar. She lifted the spoon and took a few bites. It wasn't completely horrible- it was really sweet! Slowly but surely she ate the cereal, before getting up and putting the bowl in his sink.