The First Wielder

Chapter nine: What Sci-Fi Film

NINE

"You know, I think you'd be the worst role model we'd ever have if you became our eldest sister."

Abigail raised her head, giving Diego a blank stare before writing an 'x'.

"I could only imagine Sir Reginald having a headache with all the trouble I'll cause."

Diego scoffed and drew a circle.

Abigail smirked, taking the ballpen from the man and writing another 'x'. "Oh look, I win again."

"Dammit."

Playing tic-tac-toe should be the last on Diego Hargreeves and Abigail Krone's list. But knowing the secretive nature of the members of this household, only Five and Luther were literally the ones on the move with their own motives. Number Five decided to go on a "solo mission" while Number One locked himself in Sir Reginald Hargreeves' room with Pogo in tow.

Allison entered the kitchen where she found the girl and the vigilante along with a pile of papers on the table. She raised a questioning brow at the two.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Playing tic-tac-toe," Abigail replied. "An your brother sucks at it, by the way."

"Right," Allison trailed off. "And Luther?"

"With Pogo," she answered.

Abigail suddenly stood up, the chair screeching at the action. "That's it, I'm getting out of here before I die of boredom."

And just like that, she bid the siblings farewell, wandering around the huge mansion with a blank mind.

She stopped at a particular bedroom amongst the tons of bedrooms inside the massive mansion. The girl peeked through the opened door, sighing when she saw no one amongst the chalked out walls.

  
Five didn't understand what made him at edge this past mid-morning. More importantly, he didn't understand why he chose to walk out of that conversation a few hours ago.

The mentally old but physically teen girl was right with everything, and he wouldn't be lying if he too thought of the same plan she said. Yet he acted brashly when those words escaped her lips. It was as if he had no control over himself and allowed his emotions to take over. This lead to Number Five marching around town to focus himself back to the actual priority: to take down this so-called "The Society".

The group itself reminded him of another certain organization he wanted to bury at the very far corner of his mind, never to dig out and talk about ever again. The Society, from what they experienced, is a threat. He knew that they're doomed once they had their hands on Abigail Krone and the mysterious brown suitcase.

He had to act now.

And that's what he's doing.

After raiding the police records for those involved in the warehouse incident, he found himself heading towards a simple gun shop standing in the middle of the busy streets of the city. He entered a gun shop, examining the wide selection of weapons and accessories displayed on the walls and glass case. The boy approached the counter, who had a middle-aged man with a long-beared lounging on his seat and reading the newspaper, possibly the owner.

"Good morning," Five greeted and inspected a set of rifles on display.

The owner spared him a glance, shrugging him off at first but did a double-take after realizing the new customer was a young boy. He scrambled out of the counter and ran to Five.

"What are you doing here, young man? This isn't a place for kids like you."

Five turned to him. "Oh, I'm sorry. My brother and I like talking about guns. His birthday is near and I wanted to check this place out before bringing him here."