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AN: Sorry I haven't updated in a while…It was hard coming up with Numbuh 5's story simply because it had already been put down in Operation Maurice… Yeah, it's harder with all the Mythology you have to put into a story… and there's the fact that school's being a buttface… So here goes…

Oh yeah… forgot to mention. To see this story. I don't really view the cap as Abigail's shield, but rather, the Cree inside the cap. Because Cree is the cap. I know that sounds funky, but bear with me.

Numbuh 5

I remember that second mission. It felt like me, Cree, and Maurice versus the world. I remember the spinning, and the kicking, and the fighting. You know what I'm talking about- the Kids Next Door.

Let me tell you how it all started for me. I was only a baby then, barely as old as Wally's little brother Joey when Cree joined the KND. Daddy told me that every night for the next eight years, Cree came home the most livid story teller and action girl on the face of the planet. He even told me that when Mommy and Daddy were really tired, Cree was the one who told me my bedtime stories and sung me to sleep.

When I was four and still in France, she told me a story that would change my life forever.

Flashback

"What's the story now, Cree?"

"It's the special story…"

"You mean-" I gasped in glee.

"It's the one about the kid superheroes." She said mystically.

I jumped out of the covers. "Someday, I wanna be a kid superhero, and I wanna save the world from- What do you save the world from again?"

She laughed that silly laugh of hers and she whispered, "If you lay back down, I'll tell you. But you have to promise never to tell anyone about this. This is our secret. You promise?"

I nodded my head in expectancy and she began her story.

"A long time ago, there was once a time when kids ruled the earth. All they did was play, play and play. But they needed someone to help them play and reach those high shelves that no kid could ever reach (for they were so high)." She measured higher than I could ever imagine with her hands. "The kids created… the adults.

"At first, the adults were cool to have around, and they worked for the kids. But one day, all they wanted to do was work, work, and work. So the adults took over the world!" She began speaking frantically. "They made the children go to school, and eat the forbidden vegetables, and all sorts of evil things.

"And that's when a group of kids rose up against the adults to fight for all kids' rights of candy, TV, and playtime. Forever, they continued through the ages fighting for those kids in need of a teddy bear, craving for chocolate, and pining for their video games." She stopped short. "The end."

"That's it?" I asked. I wanted more. "That was soooooooo cool. But is that it?"

"Not really, Abby. The story still goes on to this day, each kid in the group forming a legend of his or her own, making their mark on the Book of KND." She gasped.

"KND. Those are the things on that little tree house…" It was my turn to gasp. "Cree, are you a-a… kid superhero?"

She smiled sweetly and put her nose to mine. "Can you keep a secret?"

I nodded as fast as humanly possible, and maybe faster.

"Then, repeat after me. I, Abigail-"

"But you're not Abigail! That's my name."

"That's why you have to repeat after me."

"Oh!"

"I Abigail,"

"I Abigail,"

"Swear to defend the rights of kids,"

"Swear to defend the rights of kids,"

"And keep to their safety and honor"

"By keeping Cree's identity a secret"

"By keeping Cree's identity a secret" It was funny hearing Cree talk about herself in the third person.

"And calling us for help when a kid is in need."

"And calling us for help when a kid is in need." I thought for a moment. "What do you mean by identity?"

"Well, in the KND, we call ourselves by numbers. Like my number is Numbuh 11."

"Does that mean I have to call you Numbuh 11?"

"No. Not with Mom and Dad. Just when I'm in my club. And you'll know when to call me. Believe me, it's in your blood." She poked at my heart and started tickling me. And we laughed the whole night on.

Then, one day, Cree came home with a red vaseball cap. She told daddy that one of the kids at school had given it to her as a birthday present. She treasured it like it was the most important thing in the world. She had gone through many adventures capturing Stickybeard and defeating Father with it, just like I had. The scars from the past events were embedded on the cap, and she had patched in a sticker or two about her adventures.

After that came the time when Nigel and I were first sucked into the KND universe. She had approached me and Nigel while we were playing in his backyard. She asked if we wanted to go into the tree house with her. Now considering the numerous times we had attempted to sneak into the tree house, this was a blessing from heaven. We almost succeeded once, too.

Flashback

Cree covered our eyes with her vaseball cap. She led us down a corridor, and into what felt like an elevator. She removed the cap and Nigel and me widened our eyes in awe.

There was bubble gum all over the place" Gum machines on the walls, on the couches, on the TV. There was a giant computer TV monitor right across from us and a U shaped couch thing in the middle of the room. In the center of the U shaped couch was a cone shaped volcano that Cree later told me was a hologram projector. There were tons of computers everywhere (my friend Hoagie would've loved it). And there were the latest video games and movies on a giant shelf.

Nigel was the one able to speak first "This is your tree house." And then he fainted.

When he woke up in the med ward, we got the chance to meet another of the greatest operatives in KND history- Maurice. He was the second-in-command to Cree and the cutest boy on the block.

"Nigel, Abby, welcome to the KND." I swear, Nigel almost fainted again. He had also heard about it from a few cousins of his in England. "You two have been chosen to join us among the legions of the fight against adult tyranny."

We had no idea what that meant, but we weren't going to show it. We were still amazed about being in the tree house.

He clarified, "It means you're in."

We trained in the Arctic base that summer and came out as juniors in the KND world. Because of our age, we wouldn't be receiving our official ranks until next year. We were lucky though, if it weren't for our abilities (and a few string pulling from Cree) we wouldn't have gotten in that early.

I was stationed in Sector V while Nigel was relocated to global command for more training. Turns out, it was a good thing. I didn't get that sort of training for leadership till the year after.

Then there was the Maurice Chicken Pox mission. I felt so honored when Cree gave me that cap, but there was a sad look in her eyes too, as if she knew she was going to leave. At that age, I couldn't understand that. But when she turned thirteen, I saw the monster she'd become.

Flashback

I entered Cree's room in search of new KND tactics advice (that homework was hard) and found her crying instead.

"Cree, why are you sad? Tomorrow's your birthday." I suddenly realized the importance of the words, "Tomorrow's your thirteenth birthday."

She nodded to me and stopped her tears. She put on a brave front and spoke to me, sister to sister. "Abby, there's something you have to understand. I know your instructors have told you that teenagers are evil and work for the adults as apprentices, and they are evil. But I will become one and someday you will too. That's why I have you Abby. Tomorrow, I will become that said monster and it will be up to you to defeat me. I have taught you everything I know so that you can continue the fight and bring me down as a teenager. Tomorrow, I will attempt to escape, and I very well might. You must control me from it. Keep my cap, Abby. Let it remind you that no matter what, I will always be your sister. And way deep down inside of me, my love for the KND will always remain. It will not seem that way. And in your reality, it will definitely not be that way. But no matter how much I fight you, there is no way in heaven or hell that I can truly hurt you. But, Abby, I permit you to hurt me. I want you to hurt me. I want you to kick my teenage butt down to the earth's core."

"But, Cree, you're my sister. I love you." I shook my head in confusion. "You're the best person in the world. I couldn't hurt you."

"Listen, Abby. You have too, you'll want to, and you will. I know you love me and I love you too. But some things don't last forever. I'm one of them." She stopped to look at the clock. "At twelve midnight tonight, I will change forever. When you wake up, I will not be the Cree you know. I will be someone different. Do not trust her. Do not believe her at all." She ushered me out of her room. "Go to bed, lock your doors and windows, and everything will be all right."

The next morning. She woke up. She didn't talk to me in secret language, she didn't greet me with tackling me like she used to, she didn't even listen to me when I asked her to help me with my drawings (tactics sketches).

"Cree!" I whined. "Can you please help me?"

And that's when she snapped.

"No, I can't help you, you stupid kid. Gosh! You're so annoying. Stupid little Crabigail."

I started to cry. I ran. I ran all the way to Nigel's house, all the way to his backyard, all the way to the tree house. There I saw the decommissioning head and his new apprentice that I knew from training as Fanny Fulbright.

Fanny asked me with a fire in her eyes as red as her hair (and temper) "Where is she?"

I whimpered, "She's still at the house. You still have a chance to save her."

Maurice held me close and sat me down on the couch. "Abby, I'm sorry, but there really isn't any way for me to save her. Once she turned teen, she turned teen. We all will."

"BUT I DON'T WANT TO! I'LL STAY A KID FOREVER. I'LL DO IT!" I started having a temper tantrum.

Maurice attempted to calm me down. "There was a way to save her, but she couldn't bear the risks. It's the way I'll choose. She's taking a different path. She'll forget the KND Abby. But she'll never forget that you're her sister."

"But you didn't hear her talk to Abby! You didn't hear her call Abby, Crabigail!"

"There's nothing we could do. I'm sorry."

The monitor blinked to life.

"Sector V," addressed the decommissioning head, "we have a runner. Recon job. It's not going to be easy. It's-"

"I know who it is," interrupted Maurice, "She was my best friend. We'll handle this."

We couldn't handle it. She was too good. And I was too scared of fighting my sister.

On the way home, I clutched my hat in fury. I held it close to me that night, I slept with it on, I ate with it on, I almost showered with it on.

Late that night, I peeked into Cree's room. I saw her there, sleeping like an Angel the way she looked at me. I cried my last tear for her. Tomorrow would show revenge.

Whenever I'd start missing her too much, I'd pull down my cap as a sign of refusal, using is as a symbol of a barrier of the old Cree protecting me. Whenever I'd face her in battle, I'd pull it down further in some strange hope of the night she gave it to me. Whenever I was in trouble, Cree would be there, protecting me through that hat of hers. I'm sorry to say that Cree no longer exists. And neither will I when my time comes.

That night, I missed the old Cree. I still do. I miss laughing with her. I used to look up to her so much, you know. She was the best person in the universe. She was better than Maurice, or Chad, or 362. And she was more than the best fighter, the best leader- She was my big sister.

R & Ring keeps the story flowing… I'm sorry the ending was crappy. If you have any comments on how I can improve it. I'm willing to listen. Thanks for reading!