"Till the end of Time" - FIVE HARGREEVES

-Truth or Drink-

-CHAPTER EIGHT-

Five drove him and Y/n to Meritec Prosthetics and sets the van a little futher away from the building, to watch from the distance.

Y/n was in the passengers seat and her legs were trown onto the cupboard so she could seat comfortable.

Five watched the building with a serious expression drawn on his face the whole time waiting for the moment that our Lance will strike.

About an hour later we saw Lance walking towards the building with 3 coffees in a cupholder, looking strangely around himself.

Five watches him with a frown and then turnes away and sighes. He looks back at his duffer bag and quickly unzips it. ''Shit.'' He mumbles under his breath. ''Hey, sorry you were there in so long Delores. '' He grabs his doll out of the bag and sits her right in between himself and Y/n. 

''No i'm not drunk.'' He denied. ''I'm working.'' Five spoke to Delores as if she could speak back. Y/n said there with a big akward frown on her face. She was like a third-wheel. She only thought to herself why again she signed up for this mission.

Why am i even here if the only thing he will talk to is her? 

''Yes, it's about the eye thing. This is the place were it was made, or will be made.'' He improved himself as the confusing rose to his brain but he turned back to the building sighing. ''We just have to wait.''

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Hours flew by in that van, no sign of Lance and it was getting dark soon. Five was fidgeting with the glass eye in his hand while Y/n was tired. Her head was killing her and it seems that her bullet wound was getting to get worse. She kept telling herself to just suck it up and keep going like the Handler used to tell her.

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''Again.''

She was on the training field in full sweat, blood running down her nose to her chin and a pounding headache. She was fighting of the trainers she got that would help her control her power. But those weren't the first trainers she had got through. She was tired, it felt like she couldn't move anymore.

''Mom please.'' She begged her mother to just let her go. Her head dropping to look at the grass as she felt like she was gonna pass out.

''I said, again.'' The words came out of her mouth like venom spitting onto her face.

''I can't, i'm so tired.'' The Handler made her way over to her daughter, the sound of her heels began to become louder into her ears. And she put her hand on her shoulder, digging her red painted nails into her shoulder causing Y/n to look up to her.

''Tiredness is for losers darling, for the weak.'' Y/n looks at her mother with pain in the eyes. ''Are you a loser?'' The Handler asked working on her manipulation.

''No.'' Y/n sighed out, she had no choice. She couldn't disappoint her mother, if she did. There were going to be consequences.

The Handler smiled at her innocently. ''Good. Then suck it up, and keep going. Fight like today is your last.'' The Handler backed away from her child and the trainers standing ready to fight back at her. Let her finish her opponents. 

''Finish them.''

The girl raises her hands and all that was left were painfull screams.