Here's the last chapter for today! R&R!
As soon as LB got home that night she knew she was going to need new clothes. I don't think that going to school looking like a red-spotted ninja is a good idea…she thought to herself and snorted. Grabbing the credit card supplied for me by W.G.A (Worldwide guard association) and leave her apartment heading to the store.
Ten Minutes later LB arrived at the mall and was wandering through and randomly grabbing snacks. She had wandered in and out of stores getting a shirt here and there, she had reached her all-time favorite store where she bought all of her clothes before and had to bite her lip and rush past it in order to not go in and buy some more black and red clothes. She reached one end and entered Target. She flinched back and gasped at all the brightly colored clothing and entered it with a dark aura around her.
"Hi, there! Are you looking for anything in particular today?" One of the workers asked and LB turned towards him, and he somehow managed to keep a smile on his face, while inwardly wincing.
"I'm here for some clothing." She said in a duh tone and he chuckled nervously.
"A-Any kind of clothing or…"
"Not black." She replied and gestured to herself. The young man glanced over her, she was petite, to say the least, a good six inches shorter than him, and looked fragile. He smiled and motioned for her to follow him towards the back of the story. Her eye twitched as she saw all the pink and white clothing, she wanted to dash out of the store and never enter it again.
No. I can not do that! Stay strong Ladybug! She thought and walked towards the shelf pulling a white shirt off the rack and putting it against her body turning towards the worker and smiled well as much of a smile as she could manage. He nodded smiling.
"Go put that on, I'll bring you more clothes," he made finger guns towards the then pointed to the changing rooms nearby, "After your done changing into it, come out, I'll tell you if it looks good or not." He said and started pulling more clothing off the shelf and she sighed walking into the changing room. The boy watched her retreating body and his smile faltered.
In the changing room, LB looked at herself in the mirror, she was in the middle of changing when she had stopped looking at her midsection now that it no longer had her coat and a shirt covering it. Scars covered most of it, there was still a big bruise on her side that refused to fade away quite yet. She turned away from it and pulled the plain white shirt over herself and stepped out of the changing room. She cleared her throat making the young man turn towards her and his eyes widen when they caught a glance at her.
Before he couldn't see any defining curves because of her long-ass black trench coat, his throat got dry and he licked his lips and shoved the clothes into her hands making her stumble back slightly trying not to drop anything. With her hourglass figure hidden the boy could speak once again. "You should buy that, it uh it looks really good." He said and turned back towards the shelves.
She nodded once he had turned away and stepped back into the changing room. The process of him either nodding or shaking his head. By the time she was done she had a whole closet worth of new clothes, some of the jeans and leggings were black, yes but it went well. She sent the boy a real smile as she paid and he blushed.
"H-Hey can I get your number? O-Or even your name?" He asked nervously and she smiled sympathetically.
"I'm leaving America tomorrow morning, I dont think we'll ever see each other again. And my name...you can just call me LB. It's what everyone else calls me...so, goodbye." She says and leaving Target and the deflated boy in her wake.
I bet he was a nice guy. She thought to herself and left the mall.
Once she got back to her apartment she packed all of her new clothing and her toiletries in her suitcase and snuggled into bed with her laptop, and went onto the report that was made for today.
Two guards that were guarding the escapees were injured, were expecting them to get out of the hospital soon, but no one truly knows. The said escapees were caught this morning at 9:37 AM and put into an interrogation room at 10:53 the Commanding Agent on site Ladybug realized the officers' mistake and went to the interrogation room to find them gone. She found a note which she photocopied it and the original note is currently in Ladybug's custody.
"Wait, what?" She muttered to herself, she had given the note within an envelope to one of the trusted guards on-site, to be given directly to a higher-up's, so why does it say she still has it?
She sent an email to her boss asking what the hell it was saying when she had sent the note to them. She even had an officer who would tell him the same.
She continued looking for any emails that deemed important to her and sighed once again closing her laptop. Why is everything so messed up? She had a good life when she was a kid, she had a general who was a clean freak yes and slightly strict yes, but was like a father to her. And the research agent there was slightly...weird to say the least. But was like a mother to her. They both treated her as more than a tool. That was until she turned ten, that's when things started to go downhill. The general got called out into the field more, and because the researcher was second in command on the general's team, she went along with him. Then one day, they just didn't come back and were reported as M.I.A.
She didn't know why but she had a growing suspicion that all the answers would be in Paris.
How did you like the chapter? it kinda sucks having to copy everything off of paper (and with my horrible handwriting...) let's just say it's not the easiest. Hope you liked the chapter that's all for today folks! -V