The First Wielder

Chapter one: Not Another Word

ONE

The Hargreeves siblings circled the family's servant, digesting everything word Pogo had said. Diego was the first to speak, ending the deafening silence lingering for the past couple of minutes.

"So you're saying, this Abigail is being hunted all over the world to be used and experimented on by an unknown group, has a physical age of 15 for the past 32 years, and was supposed to be our sister?" He snorted. "You got to be kidding me."

"Hey, the mind of a 60-year-old and body of a 15-year-old here," Five spoke while snapping his fingers to catch Diego's attention.

"At least our loco brother here finally has a playmate," Klaus snickered.

Five glared at his brother. "One more word and I'll--"

"Master Five," Pogo gave the said boy a look telling him to shut up.

"But why would dad tell us about this now...after what, two years?" Luther placed a hand under his chin.

"Maybe it's because our sis Vanya needed to finish her initiation right," Klaus looked at the seventh sibling. "No offense."

Vanya gave him a small smile.

"How about her powers? Did dad tell you anything about it?" Allison only received Pogo's shaking head as a no.

"Another one of dad's secrets he didn't want to tell us about," Diego crossed his arms and leaned on the back of the sofa.

"Enough about that," Luther spoke. "What we have to do is look for Abigail Krone. If what Pogo said was true, we need to know if she's really a threat to everyone or not."

"Seems like saving the world can't be removed from our agenda," Five sighed.

"Yeah, but where can we find her?" Vanya asked.

Pogo began leaving the room, not before uttering his final sentence of the topic.

"She's closer than you think."

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It was evening. The sky was getting dark, the moon and stars were slowly revealing themselves, and the lamp posts were already lighting the way.

A teenage girl was casually strolling around the city's sidewalk, her sling bag bouncing at her every move. She placed the hood of her black hoodie over her head and hummed a tune while entering a convenient store like a normal customer. She took a newspaper and read it, walking around the aisle of goods. The girl would occasionally peek through the newspaper but wouldn't halt in her steps.

Her tour ended when she took a bottle of iced choco from the store's cooler. She sauntered to the checkout.

"Aren't you too young to be reading a newspaper?" The cashier asked the girl when she placed the newspaper on the desk.

"I was only checking the comics section," The girl smiled, paying her drink. "There's this comic I'm hooked upon."

"Well then, have a nice day," The cashier smiled back and the girl left.

A few minutes later, a scream was heard.

Oops, that's her cue.
 

The girl smirked and began running.