UMBRELLA FEVER

Prologue

“Silence, Silence please-!!” I asked, my voice shaking as if it were negative twenty degrees in the room. “I'm Iris Carmichael. The Handler is dead. I will be taking over my-” God, my voice cracks again as I feel hot tears consume my vision. “I'm sorry, this is really hard to say,” I explain, as if it isn't obvious. “I'm Iris Carmichael, and I am the new head of the board of directors, taking my place from the Handler, and replacing A.J. Carmichael.” Finally, I got my words out without sputtering over myself. “If you need anything, anything at all,” I definitely won't regret saying that, “My door is open. Our hearts are all heavy as of this moment, so grief counseling is available if anyone needs to reach out to someone today. That is all. Have- Have a good afternoon.” And I pushed my wheelchair down the hallway of the commission, as if this were normal. As if your situationships mother ruining your whole life is normal.

I'm Iris Carmichael, and I'm asking myself, how did I get here? What spark ignited this shit show?

It probably started from birth. Fish dad, secretary mom. Or maybe it started when I got shot during training. Maybe it started when the love of my life chose a batman wannabe over me. It was all bound to go wrong.

What ignited this fire was a much bigger spark than questioning how my birth was even humanly possible, bigger than my childhood trauma, and way bigger than my gay situationship.

The flame that started this whole dumpster fire was I guess Number Five. It all started back when Number Five returned to 2019 in an attempt to stop the apocalypse.

Authors Note:
This is my first time writing in a while, so please be nice 🙏 thank you 🫶
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