❝ 𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴,
𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ❞
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What if, in some other tragic
reality, Flare was the
Commission...
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FLARE CAN SMELL HIS SCENT in the air. She's been hunting him like a fox—careful, perceptive, and undetectable. Day in and day out.
Who knew that one day, the ever-so-deadly assassin, Five Hargreeves, would end up as Flare's clueless prey?
It's dark outside. Fairy lights and street lamps illuminate almost every corner of the massive courtyard—the very empty, silent courtyard.
Ever since her arrival, people have been disappearing into thin air. Tonight is no exception. The crowds wandering the park had vanished right before her eyes—disintegrated by a wave of energy.
Flare knows it's a Kugelblitz. The siblings must have brought it with them when they jumped from Dallas. She isn't sure how or why it formed but, in all honesty, she couldn't care less. She's far too focused on the path below her.
Five Hargreeves had done her the generous favor of drawing himself out to an empty park late in the evening. He had been searching for someone called Luther, apparently, based on the name he's been hollering for the past five minutes. A brother, she presumes?
Flare sits perched in a tree, watching him like a predator in the shadows. Shouldn't he know it's dangerous to be out this late?
When Five turns his back, she makes her entrance.
Flare drops to the ground with a soft thud. He whirls around instantly.
"Hi, Fivey!" she greets with terrifying giddiness. "Remember me?"
At first, he doesn't. Furious green eyes scan her. The shadows obscure her features and wrap the better half of her face in darkness, but he swears he's heard that voice before.
As his vision adjusts, Five recognizes the distinctive curls of her feathery hair and that oh-so-cunning smile she always wears. Then he finds the dangerous glint in her eyes. It glimmers as it always has—sharp and clever—but there is something else present. Something horrific, like a twisted, damaged creature devoid of all humanity. Her eyes burn with a hellish fury that he can only describe as the hunger of a bloodthirsty animal. She looks almost unrecognizable.
He steps back. Flare's lips twitch upward. The mixture of shock and unease on his face thrills her. She hopes he's afraid.
"Flare?" asks Five with uncertainty.
It looks like her; it sounds like her, but it doesn't feel like her. Something's not right.
The sound of Flare's name on his tongue makes her face light up. "So you do remember me after all! I was starting to think you forgot, love."
"I thought you were—"
"Dead?" she finishes.
Five eyes her cautiously. His silence spells out a quiet "yes."
