Chapter 2
Five's POV
When she saw me, her smile grew.
"Took you long enough." She said with a smirk.
"Why did you lie, you aren't the Handler." I repeated
"Because the Handler doesn't want you to know who your mother is."
"Why? It's the Handler, right?" I asked
"Why do you think she cares so much about you? She's tracked you down repeatedly to make sure her angel of a child is okay." She said with a fake pout.
"Her angel of a child?" I wanted her to elaborate, I figured a killer wasn't an angel by any means.
"Well you're practically perfect. Top assassin, in perfect health. Nothing could go wrong with you." She laughed angrily
"You stayed with her, and she raised you." I pointed out.
"Yes, Hargreaves didn't want me, not my fault I have ADHD. I have panic attacks and a personality disorder. I've been in and out of mental hospitals since I was 4. Whose the perfect one now? The one who doesn't have to be hidden because she's embarrassed. The one who Reggie Hargreaves wanted. I've been forgotten. I'm not perfect, but you are. Your perfect in every way. I'm just the broken kid no body wanted. Katrina, Wanda and I." She started laughing, she was in hysterics. She gave me a creepy smile. I stepped back in horror.
Suddenly another Adria with long brown hair teleported out of a wall. The second one grabbed the first.
"Adria, No!" She screamed. A third with short blue hair appeared and put a rag, which I assume was drenched in chloroform over her mouth. Adria number 1 collapsed and the one with brown hair looked to me.
"Sorry about Adria, she's a psychopath." She explained
"Who are you?" I stepped back again.
"Katrina." The blue haired girl said
"And Wanda, your real triplets." The brown haired one said.