on the twelfth hour of the first day of october, 1989, forty-three women around the world gave birth. this was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began. sir reginald hargreeves adopted eight of the...
five looked at diego, "you know, i'm starting to get the feeling dad's avoiding us."
lila sighed, "hate to be the boring one, guys, but, uh, its time we get the hell out of here." she began to walk away.
"when you say "we", who exactly are you referring to?" five snarked at the woman.
"not a lot of ambiguity in that sentence." "listen, i don't know who you are or where you came from, but whatever it is, i advise you return posthaste." "she's right, five. we gotta get outta here." "yeah, can we please? my face is spewing blood and i think my stomach's bruised." y/n added as she wiped some of the blood off with the bottom of her dress, but it continued to leak out.
lila furrowed her brows, "i just saved your life, you kinder shit. if i hadn't stepped in, all that would be left of you is a blazer and some bloody socks."
"and that's the problem. you're too good. you ask too many questions. you know too much. and you fight like you know what you're doing." "he's got a point." "so i know how to handle myself, and that makes me the bad guy?" "whoever you are, you're in my way. if i see you again, i will kill you."
five began to walk away, lila went to follow but turned back to the duo behind her.
"diego, y/n, we need to go." she said as diego walked up to her.
"i was getting my ass handed to me back there. you helped five, not me. why?" "because he's a kid and you're a man. bloody act like one."
diego began to walk away after that, lila turned to him as she began to feel guilt, "diego, i-i-we shouldn't-"
"you know what?" he walked up to her again, "i'm used to dealing with liars, lila, but i like it better when i know what they're lying about." he walked away again, fully this time.
"oh, come on, diego. really? you're just gonna walk away? diego." she turned to y/n after diego ran off.
"you're shit at your job." "what?" "the high-five earlier, you messed up. they were invented, or at least popularized, in the late seventies. do more research before taking a job in a different time. also, if five 'being a kid' is your argument, you should've helped me too. see this bloody mess? literally bloody. you could've helped with preventing some of this and you know that."
she walked closer to the woman as her eyes began to glow, "stay away from me, my family, and especially five. go back to your employer, maybe they'll send a better drone or whatever you are. keep the dress too, don't want anything from a liar in my closet." the girl's eyes went back to normal as she walked away, her adrenaline was wearing off and her pain started to settle in.
"y/n! y/n, wait!" lila sighed as it was no use, she was out.
-✿-
november nineteenth, 1963.
y/n woke up in a strange bed, taking off the sheets and seeing she was in a giant shirt and a pair of men's sleep shorts, 'what the hell? this is luther's shirt. is he here?'
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