The Indigo Children

Welcome back to Indigo Intelligence Agency

My feet carried me inside the spacious lobby as if I hadn't been away for 7 years straight, and to the restroom, passing the large amount of agents that packed the whole building and preparing for tomorrow's big briefing. Not one of them recognized who I was, not if they look at my badge, they even shot me dubious stares for wearing a dirty dress shirt and a school uniform under the trench coat.

If it wasn't for the badge, I probably would've been tackled to the floor and being beaten-- or shot-- to death for intruding Indigo's private space. Yes, Indigo agents are dangerous like that.

My suitcase rolled behind me as I entered the restroom, locking eyes with a few female agents. Some of them snickered as I entered, not making an effort to hide the fact that they were laughing at me for their eyes glued at my direction.

Rude. Wait until tomorrow's briefing, I will make you cry.

I gave them a challenging stare to which they responded with a look of disdain and hatred, and a raise of drawn eyebrows that said Oh-you-are-no-match-for-me. Oh, you wait. I will remember your faces. I slipped into the changing room before one of them could punch me, opening my suitcase to reveal a badly organized packing.

Off was the dirty school uniform-- I was not a student in Old Holland anymore. On was a pair of super black, tight jeans and a fit-to-body black shirt with a quarter length sleeve.

I kept the ankle boots on, and threw on a cream dress coat with sleeves that was rolled up to my elbow. The buttons were sewed to the side, the collar stiff and edgy. The coat flared like a dress as it reached my hips with the hem falling just above my knee, and I tied the attached belt loosely around my waist.

My hair was down, the blonde ends curling naturally. I had slipped out a compact mirror and had bothered to apply concealer at some reddish parts of my face, making me look more acceptable without people questioning me. A line of eyeliner with a cat flick at the end was applied to my eyes, and a thin coat of mascara framed my eyelashes.

Smeared on my cracked lips was a lip balm before a coat of red lipstick layered it. After smiling at the compact mirror, only a flaw was noticed-- the red cut on my cheek made me look like a gladiator. Okay, you don't look like a drug dealer, stop judging yourself, Carmin.

Emerging from the changing room stall wasn't Carmin Minerva of Old Holland, she was a more stylish version of Indigo 002. I clipped the agent badge to the breast pocket of my dress coat, dragging my suitcase behind me. The agents who were laughing at me earlier were still there, and their eyes bulged and mouths hanging open at the sudden change.

Yeah, freaks. It's moi.

I smirked slyly, walking out the restroom with a diva-like vibe and into the lobby where more and more agents started noticing me. A fair amount of them would notice my badge and greet me, since I was Agent 001's long lost, Indigo daughter.

My feet carried me down the familiar hallways of Indigo Intelligence main building, my destination was the Indigo Children Headquarters. I passed many agents on my way, and in my memory, Indigo Intelligence was never packed like this. I stopped dead on my tracks after almost bumping with a person.

"Carmin?!"

Jared Hardwood now had a deep voice, but the boyish charm that he had 7 years ago still remained. His hazel eyes that I once remembered used to be gleaming bright was bulging as if he'd never seen me before. The plaid dress shirt on his torso was unbuttoned, revealing a V-neck shirt underneath. I could say that he was freakishly tall, I couldn't even identify if it's his true height or his spiky, black hair that gave the image.

"Beta." I breathed, suddenly reminded of how I used to cry at night remembering about him. Jared was the best guy friend I've ever had. Not only he understands my rants (And by rants it includes my confession of hatred towards people), he was also the kind of best friend who would never hesitate to save you even when there's a bullet aimed for his temple.