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Greetings everyone!

Let me first say that this chapter is a bit short. This idea has been bothering me a long time and I wanted to see how far it'll go. There will be four female characters, one of which being Fem!Pyro, present in this story excluding the Administrator and Miss Pauling. Hopefully this story will be enjoyable for you, thank you and I hope you enjoy the start of this!

Warning: Slight profanity

Text Guide

Flashback- Text

Present day- Text

Note: I apologize for all missed spelling or grammatical errors. Please enjoy!

"I'm home!"

A teenager, a tall boy of sixteen with lanky limbs, stumbled into the doorway of his house. The toe of one of his boots caught into a small crack on the wooden floor making him catch himself in time before he slammed his face into the floor. "...'Ello?!"

The boy released a sigh of relief upon hearing no one responding to his call and slammed the front door closed as he straightened himself up.

It had been a long day and the last thing he needed was a lecture from his parents from coming home too late.

The teenager had been forced up a tree after being released from the small building considered their area's 'school' and was stuck up there for hours as his usual tormentors jeered at him. He had forgotten his usual bag of rocks and she had also stayed home, sick apparently, leaving him completely helpless until his bullies grew bored of his silence and went away. Spending hours under the bright sun had also made him perch and he had trudged home as fast as he could with sweat pouring down his face in buckets.

Dragging himself to the kitchen he grabbed a glass off the counter and filled it to the brim with as much water as it could hold.

The cool soothing sensation of water running down his throat made him feel more centered and begun to pour more until the sounds of the toilet being flushed caught his attention.

There was silence for a brief second until he heard someone retching loudly and a muffled voice exclaiming something as another retch followed. Setting his glass down he slowly begun to make his way towards the foot of the stairs. Again he heard a flush only to be followed by the sounds of someone retching again.

The wooden steps of the stairs creaked as he made his way to the second floor of his house and listened to the continuously flushing and retching until he was standing in front of the bathroom that stood between his room and her room. On the other side of the door he could finally make out a series of colorful choices of vocabulary that would surely make their mom faint in shock and winced as he heard something falling into water.

His lips pulled down into a frown as he advanced towards the door and lightly used his knuckles to hit the door, "Oi. You okay in there?"

"I'm gonna...Bloody kill 'im," a voice echoed from the room before they coughed, "Fuck!"

At this point he didn't disguise his disgust as he heard more vomiting and let out a grunt of discomfort as he listened to the toilet being flushed again. He raised his hand, forming a fist this time, before loudly banging against the door, "Oi! I said are you okay in there?"

"Bloody...The hell you want you twit?" a female voice called out before a groan came after, "Can't you hear me? I'm practically spewin' my guts out!"

"That's why I'm up here!" the sixteen year old retorted before allowing his fingers to wrap around the doorknob, "You need medicine or something?" Turning the doorknob and pushing the door open he froze in the doorway as he looked at the figure hunched over the toilet.

A teenage girl, older than him by two years, was resting her check against the white seat of the toilet, her eyes narrowed at him as she slowly lifted her head up, "Bloody hell Mundy, did I tell ya to come in?" He didn't say a word as he watched her pull herself up from the ground and walked over to him.

Despite him being tall for his age, she on the other hand still had a few inches over him which gave her a reason to still tease him lightly how he was still shorter than her. Much like him she had dark brown hair which had been pulled away from her face in a low ponytail. Her gray eyes were a much lighter shade than his own however and for some reason looked a bit red as he stared at her carefully.

Her face was very pale, too pale, with a light shine of sweat resting on her forehead that she wiped away with the back of her hand. Her ponytail was coming loose and stray strands of hair were sticking to her neck and face even if she tried to push the strands back into place. Her shoulders were shaking a bit as she stood in front of him, hands shoved into her pockets as she stood as tall as she could before him. Obviously something was very wrong as Mundy continued to stare at her in silence before hearing her take a sharp inhale and crossed her arms over her chest, "Didn't Mum say it's rude to open doors without permission?"

"Says the one retching out whatever she was eating," he retorted before nodding behind her, "So uh...What's with that anyway? I'm pretty sure Mum's cookin' ain't that bad right?"

The other just snored at his statement and rolled her eyes, "Dunno about that. It can happens sometimes."

"Right sure," Mundy couldn't help, but watch her carefully as she pushed a few more strands of hair behind her ear, "I got stuck in a tree again."

"What?!"

He flinched as her face begun to turn bright red and felt that maybe he shouldn't have said those words to her, "Who were they?! Oh! Just because I'm not there they think they can sec ya up a tree now do they! Well they'll be cryin' all the way to their mummies when I get 'em!"

"Sis, stop it."

"I won't, no one tries to mess with my little brother, but me."

Mundy rolled his eyes and was about to open his mouth to argue with her only to halt as she pressed her hand to her mouth. Instantly she spun back around and shoved her face back into the toilet as a cough escaped her throat. The boy swallowed loudly as her shoulders shook as she heaved out whatever didn't agree with her stomach. This went on for a few minutes before he saw her face again.

Her hair tie was coming loose now and the hair she had pushed back earlier was sticking back onto her sweating face. Something about the way she knelt on the ground and stared up at him rang warning bells in his head as he finally began to move out of the bathroom doorway.

"I'm going to tell Mum and Dad," he said as he began to make his way towards the stairs, "You're way too sick and need a doc-"

He let out a grunt as his body was pulled back into the bathroom, a tight grip on his wrist as the door slammed close. There was barely time for him to realize he was being pushed up against the wall as her fingers grasped the collar of his shirt, "No. You're not tellin' 'em a damn thing. You hear me Mundy?!" The way her voice cracked and the way her fingers struggled to keep him in place didn't sit right to him...

Here was his older sister.

An almost woman who could knock any smartarse who tried to mess with him in one punch or kick in the face into next week. Who rivaled him in throwing stones at any distant target all the while laughing how he would never catch up to her in height. Who swore and held her own against their father despite never been under his harsh judgement as he did.

The stare she gave him was so desperate he knew something was very wrong if she was reacting like this.

"But-"

"I'm not that sort of sick Mundy," she whispered as her fingers slowly released their hold on his collar, "It's a sick you can't catch...They won't catch it either."

Mundy watched as she backed away from him and begun to slowly sink onto her knees on the floor, her entire body was shaking at this point and he quickly got down on his knees as he watched her. By now tears were slowly trailing down her cheeks as she let out a few gasps while trying to find the right words to say. His arms stretched forward and he edged up a bit until he held her close to his chest, her tears beginning to soak the front of his shirt as she began to cry.

Her nails clung tightly to the fabric of his shirt and he could only stare at the slowly peeling yellow wallpaper as her sobs echoed through the bathroom. What was he suppose to say or do? Never had he seen her act like this. So helpless that he wondered if this was how she felt at first when they were younger and he was the one who ran to her in search of comfort when their parents provided none. He could faintly hear her whisper something and he furrowed his brows as he broke their hug.

Wiping away her tears she swallowed loudly as she opened her mouth again.

"I'm pregnant..."

The heat was not something she was unfamiliar with, in fact it was sort of a relief to feel the sweat rolling down her neck to the back of her button up as she sat in her seat as the train pressed on across the barren landscape. The sun high up in the sky, the hot breeze slipping in through the barely cracked window as she continued to stare out.

When she had left Australia she had braced herself for much colder weather, but when landing in America she had been greeted with scorching hot temperatures that made her feel right at home. From the airport to a van and now into a train, the woman was feeling a little bit more at ease as the train continued its journey to where she was going to work at.

Her eyes trailed away from the window to settle to the woman seated across from her.

A tiny little thing dressed all in purple whose black hair was pulled back in a low bun. Her glasses begun to slip down her nose as the train hit a particular bump on the tracks and a thin index finger only pressed those glasses back into place as she continued to stare down at an open folder. This woman had introduced herself as a Miss Pauling.

The woman had been the one to have sought her out about her new job and had been there to greet her as soon as she had stepped onto American soil. The woman had been pleasant and greeted her with a smile along with a handshake. However the two had been travelling in complete silence and they made no effort to really make conversation as they headed towards their final destination.

She instantly turned her head as she heard Miss Pauling close the folder and stared at the other as she gave her a small smile, "Well...We'll be arriving shortly," the other informed her as she set the folder neatly on her lap with folded hands, "Now, I understand we already discussed what is to be expected of you. Is there any questions you'd like to go over with ma'am?"

"Nah...I think I got all that covered when you got to me back home."

Her throat felt rather dry as she allowed her voice to echo through the empty car they were occupying. Her accent also a bit heavier than usual as she looked at the smaller woman, "You at least know what I asked for...Right?"

"Of course," Miss Pauling continued to smile at her as she lifted a hand to readjust her glasses, "We understand that your requests were very specific. As long as it won't hinder your performance you won't be held accountable for what you have asked for. However if you fail to do your job correctly we are-"

"Yes I know," she quickly held up a hand to stop the other woman from continuing on, "I can assure you I won't be doin' any funny business." Her hand lightly grasped the circular locket resting on her collarbone as she looked at Miss Pauling. Miss Pauling had briefly warned her to only use one suitcase to carry her belongings and leave any personalized items back at her home. The locket was an exception to this as it served as her only motivation as well as reminder to way she agreed to this job in the first place.

Her fingers gripped tightly around the pendant as the train let out a high pitched whistle, the signal that it was almost time to get off.

Miss Pauling's smile slipped away as she took one quick glance out the window before standing up, "Well, we should be arriving very soon. I have to say." She raised an eyebrow as the woman's words trailed off before giving her the same bright smile as before, "I'm surprised you accepted this position. It isn't quite an appealing job." At this she held back a scoff as she leaned forward to retrieve the suitcase she had set down between them.

"For someone as desperate as me Miss Pauling," she replied as her fingers tightly grasped the handle, "Your offer sounded a lot better than you think. It helps to know that I won't be wasting my life away waiting tables again."

The two woman slowly walked towards the end of their car as the train halted to a stop, "I must warn you...This job won't necessarily endanger you as stated before. However it is still a risk."

Miss Pauling turned towards her, the smile gone as a rather serious expression settled on the shorter woman. Her grip on the folder had tightened as she stared up at her, "Are you sure you'll be up for this. As soon as we step off this train there will be no turning back."

Her fingers were already gripping her locket again, the metal as hot as the air outside as she stared down at the other. A twitch of her lips and a soft chuckle escaped as she gently moved past the other woman.

"I'm a woman who doesn't regret...I know what I'm getting into."

With that she jumped down onto the ground, the bright sun glaring down as she began to head off towards the large red barn like structure in the distance.

I'm pretty sure it's obvious who this female character's class is and her link to a certain character.

For each character I'll be doing a flashback along with a present day section. I hope that you all enjoyed this and hope you continue to read!

Until then~!