Glitched: An OC Character Story

Chapter 6: Gale

Edith Li Chung

Age: Fifteen

Sex: Female

Date of Birth: June 21, 2024

Profession: Student

Location: 67 Woodland St. Apartment 738,

History: Edith Li Chung was the daughter of Chinese-American Jason Wu Chung and Lila Chung. Both Jason Chung and Lila Chung were deleted on the date of April 2d, 2029. Edith Li Chung was the only remaining witness in the house. From recent activity the NTAS has spotted, we have believed that there was a transfer of power between one of the parents and the child. These people used to be very hazardous, for the Chungs were one of the leaders of the secret glitching society. Tread cautiously.

I glanced at my target's ID photo. From the edges of the image, it looked like it was a family picture. The photo was zoomed in on who I assumed was Edith when she was little. Her eyes glowed brightly, her mouth stretched into the widest grin. Her hair was jet black, tied up into two pigtails. I let go of a breath I never knew I was holding in.

This was the person I had to kill? Of all people? I remember that day, the couple (which I now know were parents), the vase shattering on top of me, the father, the mother, all of it. April second, 2029. This poor girl had to go through more trauma than she should go through. The mother had even given me the powers she possessed to protect her. What a joke.

I looked up from my ID card. I could see Amor's face glow with excitement, while others like Abe looked bored. Ivory even looked a little pained. Did they even realize the weight of their task? Killing someone..

I tapped the middle of my black band and the image diverted from my view, running a hand through my hair nervously. The next three months aren't going to be good ones.

"Now.." HE started. "You have all received your first targets. I wish you the best of luck on your missions. My two agents here will be assisting you to get other necessary gear. But ..." HE said before we all got up from our seats. "Before you go off on your missions, just know the NTAS will always be watching you. Do not try anything that is not necessary." HE glanced around at us, eyes flicking back and forth.

"You are excused." HE then said as HE exited the room. It was dead silent for a moment. Then I heard one of the other men say,

"Alright! Single file line! We are heading into the weaponry." We all filed into a line quickly. I was behind Ivory. While we were walking, I could see Ivory quickly wiping her face as she walked. My eyebrows furrowed. What could have happened when she saw that ID card? I kept staring at the back of her head, curious, but still silent as we walked through the illuminated hallway. My mind wandered off her for a bit, the constant dull thumps of synchronized boots hitting the floor ringing through my ears.

Soon enough, we entered one of the middle sized pods. It was completely empty, blank white walls blinding my eyes until I snapped out of my trance. Where were the weapons? My question was answered as the first agent pressed his hand against a side tile.

Suddenly, the walls of the dome retracted inward and racks of weapons popped out from behind the walls. Individual tables came up from the ground, holding different guns and knives of all sizes. Near the back wall, hovering technology suspended five weapons with pointy claws in the air. My eyes widened. I recognize those guns. Those guns that night. They.. they-

"Take a look around, IT agents. Get a feel for these weapons before we introduce you to them. These weapons are your protection, your friend. Best make connections now." The second agent snickered. I waited for the others to break off, so I didn't look suspicious. Then, I briskly made my way to the back. There. There they were. With the silver claws and sleek black handle, several buttons decorating the side. Somehow, I reached out to touch it gently. Oh god, I feel sick. All the memories flooded back. The guns that smashed the door. The gun that shot the father down. I closed my eyes and scrunched up my face, trying to forget the revolting memories.