In The Commision
"Number Five! Number Eight!"
We both groan. We've been up all night talking about the apocalypse. And I made a promise to find anything out while he keeps The Handler busy. It might be risking my job, but I hate it here. It's the only way I could get out of here.
"Guess we gotta go..." Number Five mutters, I can tell he's not happy about this.
As we walk to The Handler's office, Five's eyes dart around the corridors, looking for any sign of surveillance. You never know here, who's watching, who's waiting. Who steals your coffee at 3am in the morning...
"Number Eight! Good morning" It's Gloria, waving. I politely wave back, and turn to-
Can Five stop blinking to meetings that take in 10 seconds to walk to? It's annoying, and he knows it.
I go to walk into the office, when I'm stopped by 2 of my co-workers, who, for some reason, hold me at gunpoint.
"I'm sorry Number Five, but Number Eight informed me last week she has retired from the Temps Commission" Is all I hear from the inside the office.
I get pulled away before I hear Five's response, and I get thrown at a briefcase, which flashes and sends me through time.
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I hit the barren ground with a thud.
I look around.
Nothing.
There's nothing.
A part of me notes I'm 14 again, but I don't realise at first.
I'm back in the apocalypse, but it's different. Instead of the bodies of Ben, Marcus, Jayme and the others, there's unfamiliar people. A big guy, a guy with shoulder length hair, a woman with long frizzy hair...
I fall to my knees
What the actual-
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𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔻𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 || 𝕋𝕌𝔸
Hayran Kurgu"Polar opposites, him and I. This could never work" "Apparently, opposites attract" A story in which Eight Hargreeves (The Sparrow Academy timeline), finds herself in a parallel universe with another academy. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the char...
