Is this real? (Five Hargreeves)

Chapter 3 'Ok, what the hell?'

3rd person pov

"Do you like jazz, Five?" The Handler asked condescendingly.

"I'd rather lick a cheese grater." Five deadpanned.

"Jazz is like...a beautiful woman." The Handler continued, ignoring his comment and circling him slowly.

"She's complex, emotional, hard to please and if anyone were to want something from her, she wouldn't just give it to them, but make them...work for it."

Five furrows his eyebrows in confusion and disinterest. He didn't care about the Handler's sudden interest in jazz. He wanted to know where this was going.

"You see, Five, under my leadership-" the Handler was cut off by a sudden whoosh of wind and a blue flash.

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Stellar pov

Stellar landed on a table, the briefcase almost slipping out of her grip as she fell on her back with a groan.

"Man I hate these things!" she yelled. Seized by a sudden wave of rage at the stupid briefcases and fear that she would be sent back if found, or that Lila would make her go back as soon as she saw her, Stellar threw the slick leather briefcase as far away from her as she could - it smashed against the wall with a satisfying bang and and then a thump as it hit the ground, crackling and smoking. It definitely would not be working anymore. 

"Stellar!" She heard a familiar voice say. The girl in question sat up, rubbing her head. She blinked a few times, disoriented and then realised that she was in a very vulnerable position. Stellar looked around alertly, knowing damn well that she was in no shape to be fighting and saw Lila sitting on a few crates in the corner of the dark room. Her face brightened immediately at the sight of her, and she smiled too. Stellar glanced around the room still and noticed a boy who looked around 13 or 14 staring at her with a somewhat dumbfounded look. He was wearing a uniform that was coloured red and blue, and he held himself with a kind of snarky arrogance that she immediately disliked. It reminded her of the Commission workers. Then she turned more and saw..

"Ok, what the hell?" Stellar's senses and energy may be diminished, but she wasn't stupid enough to disclose the information that the Handler was her mother in front of an unfamiliar face.

The Handler sighed. 

"Stellar, dear, go wait over there with Lila, okay?" 

Stellar looked at the boy again, who seemed to have regained some of his dignity and was studying her with a fierce intensity. His gaze, interestingly, also seemed to hold a hint of mutual hatred. Stellar pursed her lips, then shrugged in agreement and walked over to where Lila was, lying down and stretching out on the crates next to her while their mother talked with the boy.

"What the hell happened? Why are you here?" Lila wasted no time, bombarding Stellar with questions.

"One sec, Lila, my head is still ringing." Stellar said, closing her eyes with a slightly pained expression. Lila gave her a worried look, but waited until Stellar opened her eyes again.

"I've been stuck in that damn room for like...what? A year? Maybe? I lost count of the days around the 140 day mark." Lila looked shocked, but waited for Stellar to finish as she sat up again.

"Anyway, I was supposed to be tracking you and making sure you were safe. I'd tell you you were but I think you would know." Stellar added sarcastically.

"I decided that I didn't want to sit around waiting, in great pain by the way, for you to come back. So, I didn't." Stellar finished matter of factly.

"Well, first," Lila started. "You are incredibly fucking stupid for doing that." She said. Stellar opened her mouth in protest, but Lila cut her off.