(A/N: This is a dark fanfic, so just beware if you don't want to cry. Ummm..another thing, beware of Wally's vocabulary, he says some....errr...not so nice things :3)
Shattering Mirrors
Disclaimer: I don't own Codename: Kids Next Door. Cuz if I did, the show would still be running, and obviously, it's not.
Wallabee Beatles had never been the smartest kid. He had picked fights he knew he couldn't win, but he was smart enough to fool the world in hiding the truth. Wallabee Beatles was twelve years old. One more year, and he'd been a teenager. And he really didn't want that. He didn't want to have to go through the pain of losing his friends and the only girl he ever loved. So what was he going to do?
Well, he could run away and keep his memories to himself, or he could just tell his parents he wanted to move away. As far away as possible so he could keep his memories dear to him. Because getting decommissioned was the last thing he wanted.
Wally folded his arms to his chest and huffed. "Moooommm! I don't want to go to the cruddy doctor's!" The blonde boy pouted.
Mrs. Beatles rolled her eyes at her son. "Well, too bad Wallabee Beatles. You and Joey need your shots, and its better to get them done all together, than to waste time in setting up two different appointments."
Wally blinked at his mom from the backseat. "Then why do I have to sit in the backseat? I'll most likely throw open the door and run out from back here. Besides, Q comes after one mom! Learn your alphabet! Sheesh."
Mrs. Beatles rolled her eyes again at her oldest son. She knew he was failing most of his school subjects, but he did have his friends to help him; like Hoagie and Nigel, even Abby and Kuki. So she was sure he'd be fine.
"Mom! Mom! Look out!" Wally's eyes were wide and frantic as he jumped on the back of his mom's seat. "Moomm! It's a red light! MOM!"
"Wallabee Beatles! Sit back right now!" She pushed her son off her seat. "And put your seat belt back on." Wally did as he was told, though his eyes were still very wide and frantic looking, even a little wild. Just then, Mrs. Beatles looked up and saw the red light. But it was too late.
Bright.
So bright.
Bright lights.
Everywhere.
(A/N: Sorry for the shortness of this. Its really like the prologue or whatever. The next one will be longer. I promise!)