(Takes place at the end of Episode 2)
'Idiots'
If Agent 13 knew one thing it was that: Agents Hazel and Cha- Cha were complete and total idiots. And after that free for all in the clothing store across the street. Which she could hear. From across the street and if she could hear it, the neighbours obviously could.
'Idiots! Didn't they ever hear of a silent kill?'
After a couple of minutes of a mixture of gunshots, shouting and (if she listened really hard) the occasional sound of someone swearing. Soon enough police sirens sounded around the street. 13 sighed to herself, as she slowly walked into an alleyway and hid in the shadows. Watching the scene unfold from the darkness. Soon enough she saw slight movement in the alleyway across the street.
Smiling to herself she portaled.
Five sighed as he started the car (which he stole borrowed) from the road behind the store. In the seat next to him, sat Dolores as motionless as ever. "Well, that was shit. Wasn't it Dolores?"
Like usual he was met with silence, though he really didn't seem to mind that much. Or he just didn't notice. It's unclear.
"Yeah, I know. Things would be much easier if she was round…. I know that! But what do you expect me to do? I finally had the right equation's and frequency, it was too good an opportunity to pass up!...But your right, I did just…abandoned her there…"
Five sighed. "What do you think happened to her?..Hmm...Dolores?" he turned towards her. Dolores stared back. "Are you ignoring me now?" he asked. Once more, Dolores refused to answer him.
Just as Five was about to demand why Dolores was refusing to answer him. He felt something grip his arms from behind. Before he could react he felt himself being spatial-jumped.
Hazel sighed as he walked towards the car, he and Cha-Cha had barely made it out of the clothing store without the police noticing them.
Opened the car door (being extremely careful because of his hand) he noticed 3 things: one: The extra guns and gear were missing, two: The 2 cups of coffee for him and Cha-Cha were finished and three: Agent 13, that was meant to be in the car waiting for them was gone.
"Shit"
Five landed painfully on a dark, wet rooftop. Angrily picking himself up he turned to face his kidnapper. Standing across from him, cladded full black (minus the collar of her shirt which was white) stood a familiar 13 year old girl with dark ebony hair and dark brown eyes that reminded him of black coffee and dark chocolate. His old partner: Agent 13. One of the few people who had a highly good chance of killing him. 'Well. Shit'
Five stared at the young girl, he had to admit it was strange seeing her so young after all the years they spent together. Clearing his throat and looking down at his feet, he finally spoke.
"Hello Clarissa," he said gently. The girl said nothing, simply staring blankly back at him. "It's been a while, I guess. After all I did just see you about 3 days ago… Time travel. You were right, about that by the way. About the equations. All the equations were correct, it was just about getting the correct frequency and equation and the same time to project myself, to get to the place I needed to go."
Five gave a small chuckle. "In the end you always, somehow end up right."
Once again she didn't answer. Five sighed, wondering why all his friends were ignoring him tonight. "Look, I am sorry. About leaving you in 1963. It was wrong. And now, I-" he paused. 13 bending down, moaning painfully. "Rissa?" Five called out hesitantly.
"Run,"
Five wrinkled his eyebrows. "What?!"
13 gripped her neck silently trying to regain some form of control. Though she could feel herself losing it, the control of her own mind. "Five, run! Run away! They want me to kill you! Five, RUN!" the younger shrieked, her head was throbbing with a mixture of thoughts running through it.
Five's eyes widened, but did not make any move to leave. Walking towards the young girl, he tentatively reached his hand towards her. "Clarissa?"
13 caught his hand just before he could touch her. Five had a feeling about what was going to happen, but he couldn't stop it. 13 stocked him hard in the face.
The shock of the hit sent Five stumbling back. Giving him a strong reminder of when he first met her.
The cold autumn wind hit hard against his back has he tugged a red wagon with the few possessions he had, food and Dolores. He had been walking for what felt like years. Though he knew it could only have been a few hours. He had been in the apocalypses for almost 2 weeks or was it 2 days? He didn't know, everything seemed to feel longer. Except the food and water that always felt shorter. Fives train of thought had suddenly been cut as he heard a strange noise. Like a muffled scream in the silent destroyed city.
'I must be hearing things.' Five told himself sternly. In the time that he had been here all he saw was dead bodies, broken buildings and the odd cockroach that would pop out here and there.
Besides that there was no life. Something that was driving him close to insanity, apparently. The scream came again much louder than the last. Five paused. 'There's no one left. Keep walking.'
But he couldn't ignore the irritating glimmer of hope was sparking in his chest. He turned towards the sound. He could still hear it, but it was slowly growing fainter. Making a split second decision he dropped the wagon handle and ran. Faster than he ever had in the time he had been here.
'Faster, faster!' he urged himself as he climbed over rumble and rock. The screaming seemed to be coming from what looked like a collapses catacomb. His legs burned and his body was screaming to him to stop. But he couldn't the possibility of life was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Finally reaching it the collapsed catacomb, he started to pull the rocks out. Digging desperately to see who or what was underneath. The screaming had diminished, but if he listened carefully he could hear shallow fast breaths coming from the other side-
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The noise of the gunshots brought him back to reality as he dodged the bullets and spatial- jumping away. Pulling out the garden knife that he used on Cha-Cha. Five threw it at 13.
13 simply raised her hand and the garden knife stopped in its path, swatting it away (like one would a fly) the garden knife soared into the air and disappeared from sight.
Reloaded her gun, she walked around, the gun raised her sharp eyes scanning the silent rooftop. Five spatial jumped behind her hitting her hard on the back of her neck with his elbow.
13 fell to the floor in pain, the gun slipping out of her hand. Sweep kicking Five, she knocked him over as well jumping onto of him, sliding a knife from her sneaker.
Plunging it down, Five caught it before it could piece him. Kicking her off him. 13 stumbled back, but not before throwing her knife at him.
Dodging the knife he spatial-jumped again. 13 pulled another smaller guns, walking around slowly, waiting for him to appear.
SMACK!
13 had fell to the ground hard, Five had quite literally tackled her to the floor.
Pinning her down with all his might, Five stuffed his tie over her mouth and nose. After a few minutes of struggling the younger was knocked out. Parting her hair gently, Five saw a small circular device implanted into her neck. "Oh, Shit"
He tugged at the rocks watching them fall away. As he did so he noticed someone was pushing against them fighting to get out. After a couple of seconds, Five saw a small hole was made. Five pulled hard the small hole giving him a large amount of hope.
'Someone is here! I'm not alone.'
After giving the rocks one last tug, he watched them fall away. Revealing young girl with dark messy hair, her face was covered with ashes and soot. She had bruises and blood smeared across her face and body. But she was breathing. Slowly, but surly. 'Guess, I have a new buddy to look after.'
Five gently placed the knocked out Clarissa in the back seat of the car, put on all the seatbelts for her and drove like a madman all the way back to the Academy.
Five stared at the young girl inspecting her for any more cuts and bruises. She seemed so peaceful when she slept, like she had no idea of the horrors and the pain of the world. No idea of the loneliness, the food and drinking shortage. No clue of all the pain.
Slowly her eyes began to flutter open. Five lent over the girl. Her eyes snapped open.
Five carried Clarissa in to the Academy with Dolores on his shoulder. As he walked into the manor towards his bedroom he heard Luther and Allison arguing. He sighed, but continued to his room. He was sure he had a first aid kit there.
For a few seconds the 2 started at each other. Just as Five was about to ask who she was. The mysterious girl and punched him hard in the face. Five stumbled, clutching his cheek were she had hit him. The young girl turned to run away, but Five wasn't going to lose the one person who was alive in this hellhole. Running and grabbing the young girl arms tightly and lifting her up slightly so he wouldn't get kicked. He dragged her back, yelling at her while he did so. "Stop! Stop it! It's okay!" ignoring her yells of "Put me down!"
After a couple of minutes of yell from both of them. Five put her down on the deal that she wouldn't run away. After he set her down, he saw a pair of brown eyes that reminded him of steaming hot coffee and dark chocolate bars that Klaus used to eat.
"Who are you?" the 2 asked at the same time, unknowingly realising that the events that happened that day would start a strong and beautiful friendship. "Five" said Five. "Experiment X113.5" the young girl answered.
"What the hell kind of name is that?" Five blurted out. The girl looked highly offended. "What kind of name is, Five?"
"A badass one"
"Five? What the hell happened to you?" Allison asked the second she spotted him. "Who's that?" she said pointing to the unconscious Clarissa in his arms. "Are you okay? Can we help?" asked Luther kindly as he reached out to take Clarissa from Five.
As he was about to touch her Five caught his hand tightly with a mixture of both sadness and anger on his young face. "There's nothing you can do. There's nothing any of you can do."
Five dropped the hold on his wagon as he spotted a hand gripping something tightly out of the rubble. Experiment X113.5 (13 for short) turned around seeing his quick change emotion. Five walked towards the gloved hand, 13 behind him. Clutched tightly in the man's fingers was a bloody eyes ball. Five gave the eye a tug and the dead man's grip loosened. Wiping some of the blood off, he held it out for 13 to look.
As she inspected the eye she watched Five shake the man hoping of him to get up, but 13 knew better she had seen enough dead bodies to know that the person was well and truly dead.
Five suddenly jumped up and walked towards another bit of rubble. 13 followed silently. Dead people, but unlike the other dead bodies [some were burned beyond identification] these ones were better preserved. 13 watched Five shake them a pained look of grief on his face. He fell to his knees taking a few deep breaths before he continued to walk further.
13 ran after him when she heard a yell of grief coming from Five, he was on his knees shaking a bit.
Tears leaked down his face, but he tried to cover them when he spotted her. 13 ran towards him wondering what had caused him so much pain. 13 looked at the dead body in front of him. On the bodies arm was a tattoo the same one, Five had on his arm. A look of realisation crossed over her face. She slowly bend down.
"Five…Five…I'm…I'm so sorry. Five, I'm so sorry..." 13 breathed out as she wrapped her arms around the shaking boy and for the first time since she met him. He didn't push her away the hug, he simply pulled her tightly into him almost terrified that if he let go, she too would disappear.
Sorry, about the fight scene (if it sucked) I'm working on them:) Thank you, Guest for reviewing! Thank you, Celestial Ink,Animelover1416,Torn Twilight, xxemilydoxxs,HauntedLeg, MusicFreak24601, Tardis. , deadmarch20 and all the people who read and liked my story! You have no idea, how happy you all made me.
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