𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ Chapter 6- You Don't Own Me ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫

"Well, this is not good." Five's remark just makes me angrier.

"Claro que isso não é bom seu filho da mãe!"
("Of course this isn't good you son of a bitch.")

"I was pretty good though, right? 'Yeah. What about my consent? Bitch.'" Klaus says laughing.
"Yes, Klaus you were great." Even though my face is serious it was actually really good. I hold my hand up and Klaus high-fives it. We walk down the stairs. My hands resting on my hips as I tap my platform shoes on the ground anxiously.

"Klaus it doesn't matter!" Five turns to him. Why does everyone treat Klaus like shit?

"I say fuck it. We lost our main lead. I'm gonna start going through my bucket list now." I said shruging. I'm still pissed off but yolo girly. Yolo.

"What? What? What's the big deal with this eye, anyway?" I would be on Klaus's side but I trust Five. His family seems like the type to end the world and inconvenience everyone else.

Five angrily turns to Klaus. "There is someone out there who's going to lose an eye in the next seven days. They're going to bring about the end of life on Earth as we know it." Five starts walking away dramatically. I decide to turn around and leave the conversation by sitting down on the small pair of stairs. It feels like it's done anyway. I open my bag searching for my iPod and headphones. I zone out everything that Klaus and Five are saying while I put my headphones on and scroll through songs.

: *･✧･ﾟ: *✧･:*✧･              ☂                 : *･✧･ﾟ: *✧･:*✧

       "Anastasia, are you ready for your mission?" The Handler asks me. Not only am I ready but excited. She's kept me on the bench for so long. Cause of my powers of materialization The Handler thought it would be nice to keep me as a nurse in The Commission. I'm tired of it. Hazel and ChaCha get to run around waving guns and killing people but I'm stuck here by myself. Plus I still look like I'm thirteen so no one takes me seriously. They've been working on the procedures to make me look my age but so far we have nothing. They said it might take years.  But even in this pre-pubescent body, I was taught to kick ass. A lot of it.

       "Ready as I'll ever be!" I wave a salute gesture that makes The Handler's smile grow wider. I'm not just happy cause I get to put my skills for a test run. I'm happy cause this is redemption. She ignored my last mission and she's giving me a second chance. I mean getting my old surgery wound re-opened during a mission should count as a failure. Even though I got the job done.

       She hands me a briefcase. I take a deep breath putting on my headphones before turning the time machine on. This'll be a blast.

: *･✧･ﾟ: *✧･:*✧･         ★          : *･✧･ﾟ: *✧･:*✧･

I adjust my tie and leave the briefcase by a table. The wooden door is gigantic. I mean compared to me. I wasn't a tall kid. I mean 5,4 is short for thirteen. I shake my head and reach for the music-playing device in my pocket before a smile grows on my face. The Handler gave me access to music from any decade. Till the end of the world. Even though I halted my existence during the two thousands', I could listen to music from the twenty-tens. But still, I craved familiarity in this moment. The choice seemed clear. Lovefool by The Cardigans

The catchy tune rings in my ear calming me down. I create a hammer. Not just any hammer. One that's bigger than me. The handle is three feet tall while the actual hammer part is five by three feet. Relatively this thing weighs three me's. But I made it out of a light metal. When I go for the actual hit, I make this thing weigh its correct amount of kilograms. Or pounds if you're annoying.