The boy flattened out the uniform he was wearing and turned to face me. "Who are you?!"
I leaned on the wall behind me and tucked a strand of blonde hair behind my ear. "Alexa.. who are you?"
He breathed out a laugh and looked away, "Its complicated...
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"there are no secrets that time does not reveal"
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I woke up with an intense headache. I groaned and sat up on the bed I had been sleeping on. Where am I?
My eyes scanned the poorly lit room. It was cluttered with a bunch of old furniture and knives. Low voices spoke from a corner of the room.
Slowly, I pushed myself off of the bed and walked over to the voices, which belonged to Luther and Five.
"Morning," I greeted both of them.
Luther gave me a curt nod, while Five smiled and waved back.
"When's it supposed to happen? This... apocalypse." Luther asked.
"I can't give you the exact hour, but from what I can gather we have four days left," he answered calmly.
Luther's eyes widened. "Why didn't you say something sooner?"
"It wouldn't have mattered," Five brushed him off.
"Of course it would." Luther crossed his arms over his chest. "We could've banded together and helped you try to stop this thing."
Five interrupted him, "For the record, you already tried."
Luther was quiet for a minute before responding hesitantly. "What do you mean?"
"I found all of you. Your bodies." Five avoided eye contact with Luther.
"We die?" Luther questioned in disbelief.
Five nodded. "Horribly." He paused letting it all sink in. "You we're together, trying to stop whoever it was that ends the world."
Luther wore a terrified expression as he listened to Five. "How do you know that?"
Five took out the small, brown bag that held the prosthetic eye. He showed it to Luther. "This was clutched in your dead hand when I found you." He tossed the eye to him. "Must've ripped it out of their head right before you went down."
"Whose head?" Luther said as he examined the eye.
"Like I said, I don't know." Five stated.
"Well, there's a serial number on the back." Luther stated the obvious. "Think maybe you could try—"
"Tried it." I spoke.
Five agreed, "It's a dead end."
Luther passed the eye back to Five. "It's just another hunk of glass," Five chuckled sarcastically.
The door to the room flew open and a man walked in. "Piece of shit," he said to himself angrily.
I remember him. He was the man that carried me here last night. Diego? I think that was his name.
