First story flames will be used to make pizza bagels and burn textbooks

MMM… pulpy

Disclaimer I never have and never will own the KND

#'S 1-5 YAY!

BTW any thing written like this is a thought

WHILE THIS IS CLEARLY SCREAMING OR LOUD NOISE (I love screaming in peoples minds)

BOOM!

The explosion resounded knocking everyone back on his or her feet leaving nothing but debris in its path. Everyone slowly got up and shook it off except one. She lay there motionless, dead. Everyone looked at her hoping it was not true but it was…

Then I sat up in a cold sweat it happened again the same dream had been haunting me for years I was up at the moon base working the late shift and had fallen asleep while filing missions. I got ready to leave running my hands along the wall to find my way to my transport pod. This was routine for me after my sight went bad

I had reached my pod and now I was headed home a word I laugh quite bitterly at, because my home was no home but an orphanage. After my father went missing for so long that the search had been given up and my mother's body was never found after the house caught fire. My brother and me hid this fact for a long time, had joined the Kids Next Door, and became two of the six members in Sector Z. Until they were delightfulized and I managed to battle Father using powers of my own, by the time he was defeated it was too late for my team. So I did all that a scared kid could do, run. Ever since, I have kept hidden to prevent Father from finding me again. I used to be Numbuh Z6 but now I am Numbuh Undefined, but others call me KO.

THUMP!

The sound told me that I had landed on the orphanage rooftop as I got ready to slip through the chimney like I did every night My watch vibrated telling me that I had five minutes to get to bed and fake as though I had been asleep the whole time before role call and we were sent out to waste away our day until curfew I usually spent it asleep. My mini mission was successfully completed as always. Little did I know that would be the last time that I would be sliding down the orphanage chimney ever again.

Second Chapter ready to roll

Btw, lemony anemone I was just introducing the character sector V will be in most of the chapters here on.

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Today the headmaster said I would be staying at the orphanage for a while today I could not help to wonder why. Then I did. I could recognize that sound anywhere it was my aunt in her usual clunky boots running down the hall to greet me.

"Thank goodness I'm finally here that darn plane was so late I thought I would never get here." She paused for a moment to catch her breath "Ready to move to Cleveland sport"

All I could do was smile widely and with that I packed up my hypercube grabbed up my book bag, and with my cat sitting confidently on my shoulder walked out of the orphanage with my aunt.

It had been a six and a half hour drive but it was worth it, but I could not help noticing the fact that there was a shadow looming over us since I could feel quite a temperature difference.

"Hey auntie is there a blimp flying over or something," I asked I squinted up at the thing only able to identify a large mass that resembled a tree only it seemed way to big to be one.

"Nah" she replied "just a KND tree house with numbers 1-5 on it, I've gotta say back when I was in the KND we were one of the best but they took our spot."

I couldn't help but to smile I loved when she told stories about the old KND especially about the missions her sector went on with the once considered legendary Numbuh Zero.

I wished she could still be in the KND with me but if she was discovered they would erase her memories for sure. Heck the only reason they were still intact was because the device wasn't as efficient back then.

"Ya mind if I go visit"

"Nope go right along"

I waited until she closed the door and broke into a run, and then jumped blasting fire from my hands up towards the tree house and on to a branch. I paused shortly changing into a shadow form, which is the only way I can see and headed towards the door. First, I knocked once but not loudly, then again, finally I haphazardly beat the door almost hitting who ever opened it.

"Can I help you?" Said a very familiar British accent

"Nigel Uno is that you I haven't seen you since the barrette incident when we were three"

"Oh no not you" he sighed

" Hey numbuh one who's that kid at the door and what is this I'm hearin' about a barrette incident!" shouted numbuh four catching everyone's attention.