Sky Hargreeves | F.H

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲

Five looks around him, everything is frozen. The two assains were in the middle of being hit by the van. Luther has a hilariously scared face and... Sky, was in front mid-air of him. Saving his life. 

"Sky.." Five frowns. 

"Neat trick isn't it?" The handler calls out.

"Hello, Five. You look good! All things considered."

Five claps his hands together. "Alright, before we get this started. I would like you to unfreeze Sky." He demands.

Suddenly, Sky falls straight to the ground with a yelp. 

"OW!" She groans as she holds her elbow. 

1rst person now <3

I look around me, everyone is frozen except for me, five and this woman. Oh! She must be the handler!

I quickly get up and smoothen my skirt against my legs. 

"Hello, Sky. I'm the handler." 

"Uh, Hi." I tell her, walking next to Five. 

"Its good to see you again." The boy said. 

I didn't like the way she was looking at him.. And i especially don't like her... Vibe.

"Feels like we all just met yesterday. Course you were both a little bit older then." The handler chuckled.

"Congratulations by the way! On the age regression. Very clever. Threw us all off the scent!" 

Five rolled his eyes and took my hand. "Ah, well I wish I could take credit. I just miscalculated the time dilation projections and.. here we are."

"You realize your efforts are futile." 

"What is going on?" I whisper in fives ear. I wish I could explain how confused I can right now. First of all. HOW IS TIME FROZEN?

"So, why don't you tell me what you really want." The handler tells five, crossing her arms.

"I want you to put a stop to it."

She scoffs, "You realize what your asking me is next to impossible even for me. What's meant to be. Is meant to be!"

"Thats our raison de'tre."

Five then pulls out a gun and aims it at her. "Yeah? Well, how about survival as a raison." He said calmly. I feel a slight blush come across my cheeks. This family is rubbing off on me. Not in a good way!

"I'll just be replaced! I'm but a... small cog in a machine." The handler sings. 

This lady is creeping me out.

"This fantasy you have been nurturing about summoning up your family, to stop the apocalypse.. Is just that. A fantasy." She walks closer too us and five steps protectively in front of me. I don't know why though.

"I must say though, we're all quite impressed with both of your initiative. Your stick-to-itivness. Really quite something. Which is why we want to offer you... A new position in the commission. In management." 

Five scoffs, "Sorry, What's that now?" 

"Come back to work with us again. You know its where you belong." 

"Well, it didn't go too well last time." Five argues.

"No, but you wouldn't be in correction division any longer. I'm talking about... The home office! You'd have the best health and pension and an end to this ceaseless travel. Your a distinguished professional.." She.. bites her lip?! "in School boy shorts." She looks over at me. "And skirts. We have the technology to reverse the prosses. For the both of you." 

She slowly moves fives gun down. "I mean, you can't be happy like this." She says gesturing to out bodies. 

"We aren't looking for happy," I say.

The handler caresses fives cheek. She sooo got the hots for five. "We are all looking for happy. We can make that happen. We can make you... yourselves again." 

"And what about my family?" Five questions. 

"What about them?" I scoff at her comment.

"I want them to survive!"

She looks at all of the siblings.. "All of them?" 

"Yes. All of them." Five quickly answers..

"I'll see what I can do." The handler then puts her arm out for a handshake. "Do we have a deal?" 

Five glances at me before looking back at the handler. "Yes. Only if Sky can come. I'm sure she will be a great help." 

I give a weak smile and the handler nods. What is he getting me intoooo.

"One thing." Five walks over to the assains gun, and pulls out the bullets. And throws the gun far away. Out of reach. Then, he walks over to Luther and notices a bullet headed for him. He slightly pushes it aside before grabbing my hand. And shaking the handler's hand.