Anastasia- or so she's called, had a very special birthday along with forty-three other children. After working in the commission for a long time her and her partner in crime, Five, decided to save the world from the apocalypse. Though something new...
On October first, 1989 I and forty-three other people were born. This wouldn't be weird if it wasn't that none of those women were pregnant when the day first started. I don't know why don't ask me, even though I'm one of those forty-three children. Well not children anymore I mean I'm fifty-eight and so is the asshole that I work with. Five positions the gun on a fence trying to keep it still. We both work for the commission. A bunch of people who are in charge of protecting the space-time continuum (I don't really know sure I worked there but that's just comic lingo), from anyone who might interfere with it. I've technically worked here since I was sixteen which was a very long time ago.
"Anastasia!" Five yelled as I finally snapped back into reality.
"I hate that name." I groaned slightly leaning against the white fence still looking onto the road we were facing
"Then remember your old one." He said dryly seeming to not care.
"Oh seriously! Never thought of that!" I said with too much joy.
Wow, what a simple solution to a problem I can't seem to solve. No matter how much I try to remember my name I can never really recall it. The Handler thought of that name for me and let's just say I'm not a very big fan of it. "Resurrection! Because of the new future you have with the Commission!". I hate that bitch, almost as much as I hate that name. It has such a stupid meaning. I can't say I haven't sort of warmed up to it though.
"Do you have a cigarette?" I ask finally turning to the old man beside me.
"I don't know why you're asking. Just make one." Five responds looking at his rifle's sight system.
"Oh! Yeah, sometimes I forget." I chuckle slightly fabricating a cigarette that rests in between my pointer and middle finger. Sometimes I forget I have superpowers. Materialization is pretty cool and can come in handy often. Except for its limitations.
I grab my lighter from my blazer's pocket and light my new cigarette cupping my hand against the tip of it. As I take a puff I zone out again, reliving some things until Five reminds me of his plan.
: *･✧･ﾟ: *✧･:*✧･ ☂ : *･✧･ﾟ: *✧･:*✧･
Author's note- HAII! This is just a prologue introducing us to a few things but yeah! I have to tell y'all the rest will be WAY too accurate to the actual episodes. Like I watched them through and wrote down the dialogue and things they did in how I though Anastasia would think of it. But yeah I hope this was a good small little start.
Question of the chapter! QOTC= Why the name Anastasia? And how come she forgot it?
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I had a really hard time picking between Kiah which means new beginning or if I should pick Anastasia which means resurrection. After not hearing your own name for years I'd probably forget it too lol.( You'll understand what I mean later) ｡ﾟ+.ღ(ゝ◡⚈᷀᷁ღ)
