Colors (Crankiplier)

Chapter 5 :

+3 years later+

I threw another grenade before yelling "Clear!" after it had blown up. The Chief started moving and I followed her. 

"Ethan! Cover me!" I didn't answer but started throwing grenades left and right at all the enemies surrounding us. 

We moved into their HQ, but no one was there. 

"Chief." She turned he head to look at me and I shook my head. "Move back!" The Chief yelled and everyone got back. 

I loaded one of my special grenades while putting on my gas mask. 

I aimed it before launching it. It exploded on impact and the gas quickly covered the whole room. I waited a few minutes before moving around and checking the room for soldiers. 

"Bingo." I whispered. 

I walked back to the front of the room and opened the door which made the gas dissipate; just like it was meant to do. I took off my gas mask. 

"Three soldiers inside and about 15 crates full of both ammo and guns." Everyone cheered at that. 

This was our best salvage yet. 

Creating this division wasn't an easy task. But Chief and I had done it nonetheless. 

And since then we had been getting more and more new recruits. 

Most of us had colored hair, some born this way, some not, but some of us had brown or blond hair. 

Everyone had their own motives. Some had partners with colored hair that had been put in prison or even killed. 

In the last three years we had done a lot of progress, but the government had been fighting back. 

First of all, they had started by killing off the colored hair in prison unless they were willing to enroll into the army. And especially in the Anti Colored Hair division, or ACH for short. 

This division was created a year and a half ago and has been making our lives a living hell. 

The Chief pat me on the back before smiling at me. 

"Good job Ethan. You surpassed yourself." I smiled at her, admiring her long purple hair. 

Chief was born with them. 

I, myself, was letting my roots show as a sign of protest against the government. It didn't later now whether I was born with blue hair or whether I was dyeing it. I still kept it blue, though.

And I was the one in charge of dyeing everyone's hair. It wasn't as intimate as it used to be since I was pretty much like a hairdresser now.

I had also used my chemistry skills to create bombs, grenades and everything chemical-related that could be used as a weapon to either harm, kill or knock out someone. Every gun and ammo we had had either been bought through contraband or stolen from the ACH. 

"Thank you Chief."

-+-

I took off my gloves before washing all the blood off.

I was on guarding duty of our hostages which meant that I had to get information out of them. This was how we had gotten so far in so little time.

There was at least always one of them that was weaker than the rest and who was willing to talk after a bit of... 'guarding'.

I walked to the other part of the camp, where I was to color our Chief's partner's hair -which was a huge deal. I walked under the tent and greeted them.

"Here you are Ethan, I was starting to think that you would be late." I smiled at them.

"Not on my watch. I was just on guarding duty. So, pink still?" I said, effectively changing the subject since I knew that they didn't like talking about our hostages.

I saw them nod and so I put on my gloves, another kind of gloves, and grabbed the dye that I had pre-made.

"Ready?" They nodded once again and I started applying the dye on each strand of their hair.

"Did you get anything out of those soldiers?" They asked which surprised me considering it was them asking.

I shook my head.

"The two blond-haired ones are probably not going to talk, but the brown-haired one seems more likely to talk." They smiled at me.

"You know, I admire you Ethan. You've been here as long as the Chief yet she's 51 and you're not even 25."

"I'll be 24 soon." I said slowly, not seeing the point that they were trying to make.

"Why are you interested in this cause? What's your drive? We all have one. And you know mine, I've told you before." I nodded, remembering very clearly the story about their mom being killed in front of their eyes because she was hiding a colored-haired child.

"My hair is everything to me." I said simply, not wanting to go too in dept about why I had started this.

"Yeah but there simply has to be something else. Was it a partner?" I froze completely. They seemed to feel that they had hit a nerve because they immediately closed their mouth.

"I never had a partner. Now, please, stop asking questions." I was still polite to them since they were the Chief's partner and also my friend, but the question really hadn't gone down well.

They seemed to feel it as they immediately changed the subject.

I hadn't told anyone about Mark and I intended on keeping it that way.

I sighed.

I didn't want to think about him.

Never and in no circumstance.

It had been three years and I had more important things to think about.