The First Wielder

Chapter twenty-seven: Sorry I'm Late

TWENTY-SEVEN

The last time Number Five was here, he and Abigail entered a huge establishment called "mall". He recalled it brimming with life and lights, air conditioner, and numerous stalls where they situated themselves in different areas of the mall in the morning and entered the building with all lights closed in the night.

Now, he stood atop the piece of lot. The mall empty due to the explosion they cau--allowed to happen. It was barren, except for a few pieces of debris and a small shed on the corner. The lights from nearby lamposts were the only things that illuminated the place. It was now quiet and dead, unlike before.

The boy strolled towards the shed, hands in his pocket. His pace was fast and heavy as if he wanted everything done as quickly as possible. He stopped, however, and glanced in the direction where he hid the car he "borrowed" from his brother not far away.

He was tempted to go back.

 
Half of his brain was nagging him about how he and his siblings agreed to leave the current matter a temporary hold. They had a timer for when they'll attack and it was Abigail's healing wound, believe it or not. He was even the one who made the terms but here he is, the first to break it.

However, the other half told him to screw it and finish this shit once and for all. He was reminded of what was the cause of the wound and who was the sore thumb that started it all. He was reminded of the reason why he came.

So he fucked the terms and headed to where he was supposed to be.

The remains of the mall crunched under his shoes as he continued his way to the shed. He knelt the moment he was at the door, grabbing a piece of broken glass. By the time he stood up, he heard a gunshot from behind.

The gunman blinked at the sudden disappearance of the teen in front of him. He looked around but felt a stinging pain on his back. The man gasped when his target yanked the shard from his back before screaming when he was stabbed in the nape. The man dropped to the ground with Five glaring from behind.

"Seems like I'm in the right place," the boy mumbled as he took the glass shard from the body.

Five disappeared when a chorus of bullets came towards him in all directions and appeared inside the shed. The bullets continued before stopping. The boy stayed leaning on the wooden wall for a few more seconds before pushing himself up.

His eyes adjusted to the dark interior of the shed. It was empty, filled with shadows and dark spots that could potentially play with your head. Five turned his head when he heard the sudden tapping of the foot. He gripped his glass shard that had blood dripping off the sharp tip.

Standing not far away from him was the one and only Brittany. From where Five stood, he could see her wearing the blue latex jumpsuit he grew to dislike. It was obvious it wasn't cleaned due to the grime and dirt all over her suit. The boy lowered his gaze to the woman's hands, seeing her left fingers bandaged. But her right hand still had those long, sharp nails on every finger. Five placed his hand behind his back as soon as Brittany turned around.

"Well, well, well," the woman cooed. "Look who finally--oh..."

Her expression turned grim. "It's you."

"What?" Five spoke in a cocky tone. "Expecting someone else."

Brittany narrowed her eyes before turning around, which ticked the boy off.