Bea's P. O. V.
" What? " The masked figures and Francheska said in unison.
" Julia! What do you think you're doing?! " The female in red exclamed,
" They need to know" ' Julia ' replied, looking at her commmrads.
" Wait, the whole class needs to know the truth " The guy in a blue polo said,
" Wait there more of them?! " I started to get nervous, which happens a lot to be honest.
" Why should we even trust you? You literally killed one of our classmates! " Francheska yelled, staring at them with pure hate and anger.
" They were once our classmate too" The red one spoke up,
" W-what?! " Me and Francheska said in unison.
" You heard me " The one in red replied
" Wha-" Francheska was cutting of by the class, who happened to stand behind the masked figures.
" Guys! " Myrille's raised her hand and waved,
" Buang " I giggled
" Ey! I heard that! " My laughed.
" Shut up and listen closely " The one in blue said. The class nodded and sat down on the floor, and it seems that the two peeps in blue was also sitting down on the floor,
" Um... Mind telling us what the help are you guys sitting down with us??? " I asked the female in blue,
" We don't actually know the whole story, sooooo.. " She replied.
-Flashback~-
Bea(red ) was on her room, looking at her self through the mirror, her once Chocolat brown eyes, now blood red. A hint of black shown. She lived alone, a small apartment. Pictures of her old classmates and her were on the shelf, all on a frame. Different size, different colors.
One picture in particular stop out the most. A picture, inside a golden pictures frame. Found out that center of all the pictures, one of her most prized possession. A picture of her grade 6 class, one of her best memories. A photo of 6-Borgia...
She looked at her photos of her old classes and headed to her room to get changed. She wore a white shirt underneath an dark brown bombers jacket, pants and black boots. She walked back to the mirror , tiring her hair into a pony tail with a bit loose hair, showing a red from her hair.
She headed to the drawer on the far end of the room. A small picture of the class of Borgia outside, in blue, with food beside them happily smiling. She opened the drawer, taking out a small balde. She needed it for her job.
A job she hates.
A job of an assassin.
" Da heck is Bea? She was supposed to be here 2 fricking hours ago! " Julia (purple) thought to herself.
She continue to wander in her thoughts, she was so deep that she didn't notice her friend who she has been waiting for.
" Heya buddy! " Bea siad, slapping her friends back, which hurts like hell.
" Ow! Bea! What took you so long?! " Her annoyed friend asked, crossing her arms.
" I had to stop by the market to get some apples" Bea shrugged, her friend, mentally facepalming. She would do this all the fricking time.
" Any who, what dose boss what me to do again? " She asked her purple eyed friend
" He wants to see you in his office" She replied
"Yay... " The girl sarcastically replied
" Your mission will be to assassinate the class of 6 Borgia. Meaning you'll have to act like you were killed, so that you can travel back to the past with ease" The man said, handing a dance of paper towards the girl.
" How am I suppose to do that? " The girl question.
" I'll be giving you a fake mission. Go look for the scientice, she'll send you back to in time" He explained
" Won't they be suspicious with me not being back for a while? "She asked
" Like I said, I'll tell them that you died on that mission" He then handed her a picture of the class, all happy and stuff.
" So when do I start? "
" Tomorrow morning " He said,
" And why do we have to kill them again? " She asked, her red eyes turning dull.
" One of those brats noticed one of our agents, also finding one of our exquepment "
" Really? Is that all? You're gunna kill them because one of them found one stupid agent? " She slammed her hand to the mans desk.
" One of them found the laboratory kept under the school. The scientists came back the other day to find one of the capsule was broken. It seemed that that person has broke it by accident. We arnt taking the risk of that virus spreading " He said sternly
The girl sighed in defeat.
" Which one? " ,
" Pardon? " He asked .
" Which one was it? The capsule. " She looked him in the eyes, he nodded
" The one you, Ms. Julia and Mr. Mico were able to capture" He answered, the girl arched a brow.
" Which one? " She asked, a smirk on her face.
" Project 21" Her eyes widened.
Let me explain,
Project 21 was a virus that gave you the ability to control and change the colors of your eyes at will. It may seem as a good thing at first, but it will slowly take over your body.
" Also blow up the laboratory while your at it. Now leave" She left
A few days after that, the news about Bea's sudden ' death ' , her friends we're devastated. They even went to her so called funeral, the body wasn't her's. Obviously.
- end of flashback -
" Wait where's Bea? " Julia( purple) asked, looking around for her red eyed friend
"Wait were is the schools boiler room? " Mico( blue #1) asked.
The class told them were it was, they ran towards it, not even paying any attention to the class's question.
" Red! " Julia( purple) yelled as they entered the boiler room.
" What the fuck do you think your doing?! " Mico ( blue) loaded his gunna nd pointed at the back of the girls head.
The girl stopped whatever she was doing and slowly got up. A gun was pointed at they Blue eyed boy(blue boi#1).
She moved a little to her right, exposing a small bomb attached to the boiler, the timer ticking down with a minute and 30 seconds left.
" Why are you doing this?! " Francheska asked, on the verge of tears.
Red bit her lower lip, not looking any of them in the eyes.
" I thought you wanted to save them! " Julia yelled. Agian, there was no reply.
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