On the twelfth hour of the first day of October 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day began. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventure...
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MARCH 30, 1943 - NAZI GERMANY
IT HAD BEEN THREE WEEKS, TWENTY ONE DAYS. Since that moment, the twenty-four of them had been working non-stop to get their plan perfect. Josh had told her that they had been working on this plan for a while, that they just needed that one pushing factor; Marley.
"What do you mean you're gonna use me?" Marley shouted as she stood up from her chair. "I'm not just some plaything, you know?"
"Yes, I know that. But that doesn't mean that we can't use you as a distraction against the guards." Josh rolled his eyes as he plonked down onto a wooden stool. "Lord knows those men haven't seen a woman they'd like to take home in a while with us lot around here."
Marley chuckled at his comment, resting her head onto the table as she thought of where she would be going back to once she escaped.
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TEN YEARS AGO MAY 1, 2009
"Ben!" Marley screeched as she ran away from the manic boy.
"I've already told you, you love these hands." Ben laughed as he chased after the girl.
"Yeah, but not when you're trying to attack me with brownie batter." Marley giggled, stepping around the counter of the kitchen.
"At least it's not chocolate." Ben suggested raising his batter-covered hands to his face and licking one of them. "Mmm. Delicious."
"You're so weird." Marley laughed again, moving back around the counter to put the mixture in the pan. "Now, can you please open the oven for me? I don't want to drop this."
Ben rolled his eyes, but obliged and opened the oven door for the girl and shutting it after. He sighed as Marley plopped herself onto the counter, his hands placing themselves on her hips.
"Klaus should be up in a minute." Marley sighed, nuzzling her head into the space between Ben's neck and shoulders.
"He would never give up the chance to eat brownies, especially my famous recipe," Ben chuckled, resting the side of his head on top of hers, kissing the crown of her head.
Marley hummed as she began to fade into a state of bliss, the silence enveloping the two as they stood in their own bliss. Ben began to hum to a song as he peppered kisses along her neck, Marley giggling at the tickling sensation.
