To my most favorite person (from your most favorite person)

Yesh so I'm bored. And I don't know what to write but I wrote shit and I kinda wanna show you cause like your me but in the future and I don't trust our memory plus I kind of want you to get inspired and pick back up some of these, I kinda dropped a few and I feel guilty but then again it has some much things that I want to do and have to do that I can't exactly pick it back up you know. Anyway, let me just casually copy and paste shit here........... Sky’s Pov “LEX YOU ROTTEN BASTARD ” I yelled, WHERE IS HE, I SWEAR WHEN I FIND THAT DEVIL’S SPAWN I AM GONNA RING HIS NECK SO HARD- “Sky?” “What on earth? Sky you looked wrecked” I ignored Nox’s and Theo's questions, completely marching past them in search of the little shit.At this moment my only goal in life was to find the damn devil advocate and send him to the afterlife.He could meet Satan there and piss him off instead. “LEX YOU DAMN SNAKE, WHAT DEMON TOLD YOU TO TRY THIS SICK JOKE HUH?. WHY NOT WRAP THE TOILET SEAT WITH PLASTIC WRAP, SO SMART HUH. JUST WAIT TILL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU” “Wait, calm down for a second, what do you mean by plastic wrap on the toilet seat?” Theo was now blocking me, his arms waving all over the place, face filled with confusion. “Oh you wanna know what happened” I laughed sarcastically,“Exactly what I said, the flipping bug lifted the toilet seat, stretched plastic film over the bowl, and then lowered the toilet seat carefully and neatly, SO THAT WHEN I GO TO PEE, IT WILL RICOCHET BACK ONTO MY CLOTHES, MY FACE, EVERYWHERE AND GUESS WHAT THEO? THAT PLAN WENT THROUGH WITHOUT ANY HITCHES. THE ONLY FLAW THOUGH IS THAT I AM COMING FOR HIS HEAD. NOW WHERE IS THAT GOD DAMN MUTT, THAT STINKING RAT. HE WILL BE MEETING SATAN TODAY THAT IS FOR SURE. I ALREADY KNOW GOD WILL REJECT YOUR BLACK SOUL LEX. YOU CLEARLY WAS MEANT FOR THE DARK SIDE BEELZEBUB” I shoved past Theo, murder on my mind. Heavenly Father forgive me but I am about to send a child to your side today. Judge him however you want. I already know he meant for hell so I wouldn’t judge you for sending him there. Amen. “If it makes you feel any better I sent a silent prayer in advance for him, now move” “SKY WAIT FOR SECOND” “LEX YOU CORRUPTED DUNG, GET OUT HERE YOU DAMN BLACK-HEARTED DOO-DOO” (Hahhhhh, our lovely characters......gotta love them) __________________________________________________________________ Theo's backstory I smiled sadistically at the scene in front of me, a man muttering incoherent words as he begins questioning his whole life. It was rather exhilarating honestly, using all you know to use, to experiment on, to pick apart. It was exhilarating…and at the same time...it was sickening. No matter how much I enjoyed it there was still that hidden nausea that I always feel when doing this , when being here. I don’t know if to hate that feeling or not. It reminded me that I was human, that there was still a tiny bit of light in me but at the same time, I didn’t want to feel anything. I can’t take feelings anymore, breaking people down is supposed to distract me from them yet its not working. There is still that irritating nausea that makes my head woozy and stomach squeeze. I hated it. I hated everything. Frowning I grabbed the gun from the nearby table and moved my way to the man. He was already gone mentally, I’m sure he’ll be fine with some pain. Not hesitating I pulled the trigger aiming for his left leg, flinching but grinning at the sound of the bullet and the squelching of his blood. Nausea grew more and so did the urge to continue shooting. I pulled the trigger, over and over and over and over. I pulled and pulled and pulled until all the bullets were out and the man’s leg was nothing but muscle tissue. It took me a while to realize that he was screaming in pain, probably came back to his senses, nevertheless, I wasn’t done. Grabbing another gun, I aimed at his right leg and continued my shooting spree, focusing on how each bullet pierced his leg, trying to forget those wretched feelings, wretched memories, that wretched orphanage and wretched people and wretched diseases and wretched accidents and wretched people and- “Coordinate 3, we ask that you step away from the dead, please.” a smooth voice echoed throughout the room. I scoffed, tilting my heads towards the speakers, “The man isn’t dead yet” “I’m very much sure he is, your mini-breakdown clouded your eyesight” Rolling my eyes, I looked back towards the man, who it turns out was very much dead. His head was hanging to the side, eyes rolled back and tongue out. Both his legs were destroyed and his form was limp. If that wasn’t enough evidence the pool of blood gathering around the chair was enough to know. I stared at the dark substance, slowly dripping, accumulating, and growing in size. My eyes trailed up to his face, white as a ghost and suddenly I felt sick. I probably didn’t notice the gradually growing nausea in me through all the euphoria but it was evident now. I could feel the bile rising in my throat, creeping slowly and my first thoughts were to find a bin. I would say relief coursed through me when there was a sink situated in the left corner of the room but the need to throw up was too urgent and I wasted no time in dashing to the sink. “If you were going to do this again Coordinate 3 then you should have told us we would have put a box of mints by the sink” I didn’t bother to listen, too focused on controlling my breathing, the acidic taste was horrible and it only made me retch more. Images of the past flashed before me and it didn’t make my stomach feel any better. I could barely breathe as liquid passed through my lips, my head feeling even worse, my body weakening. I hated feeling like this but there was once again nothing I could do. I just had to stand there and wait for my stomach to empty and hopefully control myself by then. By the time I was done, I slumped to the floor, drained of whatever remnants of strength I had. Slowly taking in some air, I raised my middle finger to the speaker, indicating that I didn’t forget her earlier statement. This doesn’t usually happen so I didn’t see why they had to go all out on “preparations”, the sink was nice and all but did they really have to go as far as installing cameras and a supervisor? That was a little too extreme. Though it makes my life easier in a way, doesn’t comfort me but it makes it easier, so I’ll take it. “Have you finally finished?” “Shut up” I rasped out, not even bothering to gather whatever left I had of my patience. “Rinse your mouth please, there will be a nurse sent to you in a moment” “No” “The nurse will not meet you in there, they will meet you in your quarters” “Fine” Groaning, I forced myself to sit up before grabbing the sink and hoisting myself into a standing position. A wave of dizziness passed washed over me as I took the first step forward, but I recovered quickly and continued on to exit the room. I hate this place a lot. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Coordinate 3?” A loud series of knocks echoed from south of me and I grunted in annoyance. “Go away, I’m fine” “You haven’t had any fluids whatsoever for the past hour which your body really needs especially after getting sick” “I said I’m fine” “I’m sorry to say this but if you don’t let me in, then I’m going to have to get the knockout nurses” “Do you want a blood bath in the hallway?” A small chuckle was heard outside the door, followed by complete silence. I frowned, “What’s so funny?” “It’s nothing, please open the door for your check-up, it will not last more than 10 minutes” I huffed but nonetheless dragged myself off the bed and switched the lock on the door, before dragging back to the bed and plopping on it belly side. “There” I grumbled out, my voice loud but muffled into the pillow, “The door is opened, are you happy?” “Very much, now please sit up” “No” “Please sit up” “Why” “Coordinate 3, in order to digest the fluids, you need to drink them” “Inject them in me or something” “Too many injections can cause your already sore arm to be even worse, you have another interrogation soon, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to go to bed tonight with a practically numb arm” “I don’t care” “I do, since I’m the one going to have to be called at 12 am” “That sounds like a you problem” “Please sit up, coordinate 3” she sighed, seeming to understand that I didn’t mind battering with her for hours over removing myself from my pillow. “Alright, you will get the shots, please roll over” I smirked, complying easily, “That seems like a much simpler plan” “Your gonna regret this” she eyed me, taking out the vaccination kit “Trust me, I won't" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I regret it. I regret it a ton. I thought she said my arms were gonna be numb. Where is the numb, all I feel is pain. I want my numbness. (Our adorable psycho with a little bit too much trauma-) ________________________________________________________________ Ginger’s Pov “You want me to train them?” I quirked a brow, He seriously expected me to train a bunch of inexperienced noobies without anything in return? “Yeah, I think I’m gonna go with n-” “Before you say anything, they have some experience and they really do-” “Yeah, I really don’t care about that I’m still gonna go with n-” “They’re just ignoring their potential” “N-” “Unlimitedcherrychocolatecakesandcherrylollipopsfortherestoftheweek” I paused, Did he just say what I think he said? “Repeat?” He sighed, “Unlimited cherry chocolate cakes and cherry lollipops for the rest of the week” I grinned, “Done. It was nice making business with you Will” I swear I could feel the depressing oozing out of him and I was basking in it.Most likely this was gonna squeeze the last money out of his personal bank account but oh well. It doesn’t concern me, as long as I get my treat I’m cool. “Make sure to come back by 3 okay?” “Yeah sure just send one of the cleaners or something” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Will’s Pov. “Wait, you're telling me we’re training with the best agent in C.A.O. is training us?” “That’s amazing but why?” “Wait, I thought she was a rumor?” “I doubt she would be” “Hold up, why exactly are we getting trained and why by the highest-ranked agent?” I sighed, “She is gonna train you, that is really all, be back here by 3 please, we answer any further questions then” “Yeah sure okay ” “Alright” “Still would like to know why tho” “Same” This had better be worth it.No it will be, these kids have potential, potential that nobody but Ginger could unleash. I’m sure with a little bit of training I’m gonna have the best team in C.A.O.This will benefit in the long run, I’m sure of it…..hopefully. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Unknown Pov “So…..does anyone have an idea as to why the red-headed blade is training us ?” “I doubt she agreed to it, you know the red-headed blade is known as the most ruthless agent to be known. She doesn’t like anyone” “Yeah that may be true but you heard what Will said” “It still doesn’t make sense though, I mean we are labeled as the weakest team in the agency, wouldn’t he put her to train a stronger team?” “Yeah well it doesn’t matter now, I mean we are getting trained by her, we gonna find out why sooner or later” “Nox is right, we shouldn’t be growing gray hair over it anyway, now ICE CREAM HERE I COME” “LEX WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT RAIDING THE ICE CREAM MACHINE” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ginger’s Pov Ever second-guessed a decision before? Well if you had then you know what it feels like. I mean I really don’t wanna waste my time teaching children how to not get themselves killed when they are already in a situation where their life's on the line anyway. At the same time though I get chocolate cake. Most will say, “it's just cake”, and yeah, it is, but my cherry chocolate cake isn't something I’m gonna pass up. Call it what you want but I am dead sure if you tasted the god sent treat you would kill for it. I mean I know I would, I haven’t done it yet but I would do anything for that cake. It deserves all the glory. “Excuse me, Agent F9?” I glanced up from my bed, what on earth was a cleaner doing here? I mean didn’t they just come in yesterday? “I hope I’m not bothering you but I was sent to guide you to Mr.Will’s office” Oh yeah the rats, I forgot about them for a second. I sighed, there goes the end of my glorious restful life. Well, at least I enjoyed it while it lasted. Now I gotta teach inexperienced rats and make sure they don’t get themselves killed cause Will sees “potential”. Bunch of crap but hey they might have potential as baits or guinea pigs. Groaning, I forced myself to rise from said bed and make my way to that wretched wooden door. “I’m coming, coming. You don’t have to stand there and wonder if I’ve finally made it to the afterlife. Don’t worry life ain't that merciful” I really didn’t bother to plaster any smile on my face as I opened that door, I mean my words were enough weren't they? Besides, the maid already got that daily look of fake politeness with a hint of fear. Can’t really beat that you know? It's a classic really but it's getting boring. A really boring classic. “Um Good- Good afternoon Agent F9” “Mhm, afternoon to you too,” “I’m sure you already know where the Chief’s office is?” “Yep” “I see…” she stood there awkwardly, looking at everything but me. I chuckled, this is exactly what I meet with every single maid. Not exactly pleasant but not so unpleasant that I hate it. It's bearable in any case and I get a good laugh out of it too, so it's a win-win. Ugh, my legs are dying. How long are we gonna be standing here? “Look I don’t wanna be rude but gotta meet some kids so can you scoot a little bit to the right? You know, just for me? After you can do whatever you want I don’t care but my legs are hurting so…...” “Oh-oh yes sorry, I’ll take my leave now, have a nice day” “Yeah sure, have the day you deserve I guess. Byeeeee” She bowed her head, trying to hide the obvious blush on her cheeks before frantically running down the hall. Shrugging, I closed my door before making my way to Will’s office and my beautiful chocolate cake. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Unknown Pov “Alright guys, we finally get to see the most ruthless, cold, scariest person on earth. Is anybody excited? Or is it just me? “ “It's just you Lex, though I am curious about her, to be honest, and the reason she is training us. I mean if you think about it there really isn’t anything coming out of it and we aren’t exactly top tier.” “Anything? Pfft yeah right, I’m positive Will bribed her or something” “Hmmm true….” “Ughhhhhhhh I don’t see why we should be worrying about this. I mean we are getting by the most merciless person here. A legend. Quit pondering stupid stuff and focus on how fun this is gonna be.” “Lex, your idea of fun isn’t safe” “Agreed” “Yup totally right there” Lex pouted, “Hmph buzz killers” “Okay guys, sush. We’re here, time to see the agency’s greatest agent known to man” “I hope she is as tall as Nox” “What kind of request is that?” “SHUSH” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Will’s Pov “So, wonderful Will….wanna tell me why you brought me down here 15 minutes earlier than the original time?” My eyes shifted to the red-headed, short stack in front of me. Her ponytail swayed behind her as she dusted off the black dress and leaned on the wall beside my desk. Why a dress I would never know but she always has weapons hidden somewhere so I wouldn’t be surprised if the bow in her hair was a gun. Or maybe her black heels weren't only there to add height, a blade or something must be hidden in the heel. It was honestly astounding that someone with such a scary personality could have such gentle features. For one she was really short, maybe 152 cm at most. With a baby-like face and small body, one would never think she was a 20-year-old elite agent. The only thing that probably didn’t add to her innocent features was the scars and maybe the resting bitch face that she seemed to love. Everything else made her look like a kind, angelic 12 year old. That is until she opens her mouth or when she shows any other emotion but a blank face. Then she looks like a sarcastic rude 12 year old that doesn't take crap…… which is good but scary. In any case, there are many more things about her that are surprising so this really only scrapes the surface. I’m not gonna delve into anything deeper though, there are much more serious issues to look at. Like those kids, for example, I know nobody else will believe me considering that they were practically useless in the agency for the past month. I know by a month all agents should have completed at least 2 missions but they messed the first one up so badly the backlash will be too hard to handle if I send them on a second mission and they mess up in that one too. However, the potential that the team holds is absolutely unbelievable. They just need some polishing and a lot of intense training and then that's it. My agency will have one of the best teams yet but people won’t see what I see or should I say they don't want to see what I see. They just see some weak agents brought in by luck and only exist to bring the agency down. They refuse to look past the mistakes and gaze at the gem underneath which is why I consulted Ginger. She doesn’t care what goes on in the agency,as long as it doesn’t seriously affect the development of it she isn’t going to intervene. She has no idea who these kids are and that is a perfect advantage for me. Everybody else has no hope for those kids, they don’t see how great those kids could be. Ginger is my last hope for them. She wouldn’t admit it but when she sees potential wasted she gets more frustrated than I’ll ever be, so if there is anyone I can trust to train them it's her. Unfortunately, though that doesn't mean that she's gonna do it for free which isn’t exactly a pleasant situation for me or my wallet. “Willllllll, Hello? Hi? Are you there?” I blinked snapping out of my thoughts only to be met by a small waving hand “Ah, there you are, welcome back to earth how was your stay in space?” “Uh yes, thank you, Ginger, what was your question from before? “Why am I here so early?” “Because I wanted to introduce you to the team members” “But so early?” “And because I wanted to give you this” Reaching into my bottom drawer I took out the cake that I brought an hour ago. I still couldn’t understand what was so great about the desert but it did have an unusual taste so that must most likely be the reason why she likes it so much. It was too sweet for me and it's a bit strange that such a sweet cake could have such a bitter aftertaste but it's her taste buds so I’m not gonna judge. Not giving her a second glance I simply handed her the delicacy before focusing back on the documents in front of me. “You really got it so fast huh, thanks” “Your welcome” “So about those kids…..” “Hmmm?” “What exactly am I getting into with the rats. Be honest” I checked my watch, 3:00 on the dot, they should be here soon, “You will find out when they get here, and please stop referring to them as rats...or any other vermin”. An irritated groan was my only answer but I simply ignored it. I had other things to worry about at the moment and Ginger’s impatience wasn’t one of them. “Come on Will, I have been dying to know-” she started but was abruptly interrupted with a series of knocks. “Hellooooo? Is anybody there? I wonder if they are in there?” “You didn’t even open the door idiot, how would you know?” “Um, they would answer?” I sighed, these kids are something else but Ginger is a different kind of breed too, so who knows they just might get along. Besides the way she's looking at the door, I could tell she's intrigued. Her eyes seem to be piercing through the metal. “Come in”, those two simple words left my lips, and in no less than a minute that door was flung open, revealing 4 agents, 3 appalled and embarrassed and 1 curious and mischievous. I sighed, I’m not gonna worry much about the other 3 but Agent J2…..there are 2 outcomes to this. Either he and Ginger become besties or enemies. No in-between. Considering his lack of courtesy and manners as well as his sly and reckless personality I’m scared to say it might very well be the latter. Silence rang through the air, I wouldn’t blame them, I was the chief after all and what Lex clearly showed just now was the opposite way of how you should act in front of a chief.It seemed that nobody knew what to say after his actions and I’m not gonna lie, they were bad but the silence that was suffocating me was worst. I would say that the pleasant smart person on my right would at least utter a word but she was too busy holding in a laugh. Well, I have no hope for her. “OH MY GOD, I sincerely apologize on behalf of Agent J2 Sir. He is truly isn’t that bad, he's just impatient and reckless-” “And wild” “And troublesome” I cleared my throat, “Okay I get it thank you, Agent H11, B7, and G14. I will excuse Agent J2’s unruly behavior for now” A series of relieved sighs echoed throughout the room. They had better be happy it was me and not Ginger. Knowing her, she would probably tease them for fun. Stating some stupidness about a death penalty just to see their reactions. Speaking of her, why was Agent H11 staring at her like that? Does he admire her or something- “Hey who is that? And why is she so short? Is she an agent? Wait no, she is too short to be an agent. I could squash her if I wanted to and I’m classified as weak, she looks young too. Is she your kid Sir? What is she even doing here? She looks like 12. Is she 12?” I froze. I'm pretty sure everybody else did too. The first thing he says to the top agent is an insult about her height? WOW, this takes the cake. Swallowing my laughter, I made a move to stand up. I think this is where I take my leave for the day. It's my break time anyway. These kids are gonna have quite a fun time and I personally think it’s best if I made measures to make sure I’m not involved. Organizing my stuff, I ignored the confused gazes in the room, well the confused gazes from 4 people in the room. The now ticking time bomb standing to my right had her head down and I didn’t wanna see what expression was plastered on her face. She wasn’t prideful but she had pride, something not to mess with. I can trust she won’t kill them but some sort of malice is going to be in this introduction and it’s the malice that I would rather not see. “Any questions will be answered after my break, have a nice day everybody, I will have my break now. Goodbye” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ginger’s Pov To be honest I didn’t even notice when Will left but I didn’t care either. To think that the rats would be so rude. I smiled, it was rather amusing but something was scratching at the edge of my throat. Irritation, the state of feeling annoyed or slightly angry. The state I’m currently experiencing and not hesitating to hide. The state that if prodded further is gonna cause someone to get injured. Reaching my hair I tightened the ponytail before looking up, I made sure to give them a small wave before I focused my attention on the black curly-haired guy, “Hi there”, I said as sweetly as possible “you were talking about my size, right?” I straightened myself, relaxing my muscles before motioning for him towards me , “well then, why don’t you try challenging the 12 year old?”, my tone was dripping with venom but at least it was sugary sweet. Those are the best kind after all. They didn’t seem to think so though considering their faces had paled even more. Maybe it was too much venom? Well whatever, the point got across one way or another. I don’t care what situation I am in. Nobody alive talks to me like that just because of something as trivial as height. Asking stupid questions in front of me because of how I look. Besides, if they’re going to comment then have the physical evidence to back it up. I tilted my head, making a face of confusion, “What’s going on? You said you could beat me, didn’t you? I’m just a mere weakling, you have absolutely nothing to worry about.” “Uh-um hi, I-I’m Agent H11, I’m sorry about what Agent J2 said, h-he doesn't really t-think before he speaks.”, my attention was now diverted to another giant rat. What in the hell were they eating. It's like I’m looking at beanstalks, really massive beanstalks. This one didn’t seem too bad. He was maybe 5’9 or so with honey brown eyes and wavy cocoa brown hair, I can definitely peg him to be the sensitive one of the group. Probably the mom friend. He actually looks really pure, maybe even adorable. How did he even get into this agency? He certainly doesn’t have much muscles compared to the others or anything that would benefit him in a fight physically. His head was also currently bowed which also tells me that he is most likely shy when talking to others. I’m gonna have to work on that. Bowing your head anywhere to anyone can be a big disadvantage in terms of your safety. Unless you know what you’re doing, your life will be gone faster than you can say die. He seems a bit off though, slightly suspicious. Walking over to him, I bent my head frowning, “I’m not asking for an apology, I’m asking your teammate to prove his words” He somehow managed to bow his head more, quietly uttering another apology. Decent but I’m begging to think he is a waste of time. Rising, I assessed the others, “It’s fine if you don’t want to fight me, you wouldn’t be able to beat me either way, but you don’t have to worry if you suddenly change your mind, the offer still stands” “Um b-by the way, who are you? If you don’t mind me asking by chance?” Him again? My eyes moved back to the shy innocent-looking waste of space, his head was still bowed but his tone was more firm this time. Maybe he's actually gaining some confidence. The rest seemed to be mute so the poor thing is probably suffering through this alone. Not that I would pity him, either way, something is still off about him...maybe it’s the shyness. I folded my arms, “Well wouldn’t you be surprised to know” My sickly sweet smile turned into one of condescending, “I’m supposed to be your trainer until you know how not to get yourselves killed.” “Wait, you're our trainer?” I turned towards the source of the disbelieving tone only to be met with the bluish green eyed rascal, “Yes.” “But how? I mean your…” He trailed off. I snickered, “Is that really all you got?” Slowly walking up to him, I maintained eye contact before swiftly kicking his legs. Grabbing his arm as he went down I used the momentum to successfully dislocate the elbow. A satisfied grin crept on my face at his pained scream. Finally sweet relief from the underlying irritation. It feels amazing. He still seemed to be in a daze so like any other normal person I used the advantage I had to flip him over on his stomach before pressing my foot on his lower back. “You see” I continued, “First lesson of the day, don’t ever underestimate anything or anyone in your life. As long as it breathes, it can kill you” I allowed my icy gaze to wash over all of them. “Now, introduction time” I grinned, “Let me start by saying I am not like other girl teachers, you can infer it however you want, whatever sweetens your tea. Take it as is it is or don’t, I don’t care either way. I’m not Will, or any “nice” person in this agency. If you think I see “4 pitiful boys that are so talented and just need some training, then take the harsh slap of reality willingly. I’m only doing this for the food, and to shut Will up. So far, the only opinion I have is that you’re all weak pricks. Two of you are statues, one of you is shy yet suspicious, and the one under my feet is stupid. The whole room was silent once I was done, so silent you would swear it was a cemetery. “So what are you all statues now-” “YOU ARE SO DAMN COOL” What in the living hell I frowned, trying to find the source of the outburst. It obviously couldn’t be the people standing up so it had to be- “YOU HAVE GOT TO BE THE TOP AGENT CHIEF TOLD US ABOUT” Looking down, I was met with black hair and a body that was literally shaking ecstatically. “You have now realized this?” The body was now struggling to turn its head, before plopping down defeatedly when I shoved my foot more into its back. “Um, can you lessen the pressure in your foot, please? I wanna see your eyes. I heard its pierces through your soul” “Oh?” I looked down at the head, quirking an eyebrow, “How come you didn’t see my “soul-piercing” gaze before?” “Well considering that I was more distracted by how tiny you were-” “LEX!” Well, would you look at that, big mouth baboon here unfroze one of the statues. Not bad. “ My eyes don’t pierce souls” I responded, “But you piss me off and my gun might”. Easing off Agent J2, I allowed my gaze to wash over the rest of them once more. “You” I pointed to the Agent that shouted after Agent J2’s outburst, “I’m suddenly interested in you as a human, why don’t introduce yourself?” The intimidating roach cleared his throat, “Agent B7, Miss” “Agent B7 huh” I hummed, walking over to him like a strict uptight spectator, “Name?” “Sky Leon” he uttered, not missing a beat. He seemed decent enough, with his sharp jaw and cheekbones he looked pretty intimidating. Not to mention his eyes, that should have been the softest feature considering that their color was a chestnut brown yet they seemed to be as hard as steel. Trained in not showing any emotions under than the ones he chooses to display. An interesting skill that could get him pretty high in the agency. “Why didn’t you fight me? You wouldn’t be able to beat me but you could hold up better than Agent J2 and H11” “I…didn’t think it would have been the best to fight you” “And why is that?” “You spoke informally with the Cheif of the agency and leisurely asked for a fight after Lex violated your pride, fighting you would have landed me with a dislocated elbow” He answered smoothly. I tapped my cheek as I assessed him fully, he was pretty lean yet he had more muscles than the other 2 agents that already spoke. Seemed to be Swedish with a tiny mix of Brazillian. Would have probably gotten some fame from his looks if people here weren’t so busy with conserving their lives and doing their missions. He shouldn’t be too hard to train. 4/10 for difficulty. “Your observation skills aren’t too bad” I commented, moving my interest away from him. “Have you finally quieted down Agent J2?” The battery blocked chuckled sheepishly, “Yup” “Name?” He grinned widely, almost as though he was anticipating my attention, “Lex Comic, also known as Agent J2, my height is 5”7 and I am 17 yrs old” “I just wanted your name” I deadpanned, “Thanks for the useless information though, I totally needed to know that a 17 yr old is 7 inches taller than me” “It was my pleasure” It was hard to believe that he genuinely replied to that. From the corner of my eye, I could see Agent B7 slap his forehead. “So-sorry about that, Lex doesn’t know how to identify sarcasm yet, or at least I think he doesn’t” Agent H11 stuttered out slightly, blocking Lex from my line of sight. “He is also a bit too excited to care about sarcasm so please excuse him” “HEY, I’M RIGHT HERE YOU KNOW” Agent J2 pouted, trying to peek through from behind Agent H11 who was surprisingly persistent in blocking him from my line of sight. I sighed playing with my nails, “I’m not gonna hurt him or anything you don’t have to go protecting something you wouldn’t be able to protect anyway” “He’s kind of on the floor now so technically with the right position I would be able to” Oh An intrigued smile painted my face, isn’t this is a surprise, “Weren’t you the shy one who was apologizing? Did you grow a backbone?” I laughed incredulously, I was indifferent to surprises, but this particular one sparked a certain emotion in me. “Come to think of it, you lost your stutter too, your head isn’t bowed either, your arms are eagle spread and your tone has some slight confidence. You were faking the shy act before, weren’t you?” I tapped my finger on my chin more quickly, my eyes gleaming in excitement as the puzzle pieced quickly, “And now, since the big bad wolf dislocated the dumb dog’s elbow you dropped all meaning to play out your chances statistically and decided to protect” I rubbed my hands together, the rush of intellectual joy filled me. This one was gonna be fun to polish. I looked straight into skeptical blue eyes, “Agent H11, you are a rather interesting person. Congratulations on intriguing me, Name please” The widespread arms lowered and one reached down to help Agent J2 off the floor. “My name is Theo Oakley, sorry about my actions from before” he muttered quietly “Theo huh” I tapped my finger on my chin once again, “An innocent name to match an innocent face, it shouldn’t be too hard to remember” “Um thanks” he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Why did you not protect your friend before?” He froze, looking like a dear in headlights before he quickly composed himself, “ My reason is similar to Sky’s except I had a bit more reasons to wait and observe before I jumped in and fought you” “Is that so...mind elaborating on one of those reasons?” He looked down, “Your um, hair. The roots are growing out, one of the rumors was that the top agent had ginger hair and was really short” I reached up to touch the dyed strands, I wonder how he noticed. Smart kid. Meanwhile, I’m the stupid one for underestimating him. Right when I was giving my lecture too. “So let me see, we have Agent 11 as Theo Oakley, Agent J2 as Lex Comic, and Agent B7 as Sky Leon, that leaves….” I dragged on, looking up at the biggest giant in the room, he seemed to be observing everything thing and taking it all in. Almost as if he was the spectator and we were the players. “Agent G14, what is your name?” He blinked, looking straight toward me, “My name is Nox Sage” he replied robotically. “I didn’t fight you because you looked stronger than me and Theo said to wait and observe your actions” I blinked back, walking up to him and looking up into dull eyes. “Why did you listen to what Theo had to say and not your own instincts?” “Because Theo is the genius in the team and it wouldn’t make sense following my instincts and fighting a girl who could easily take me down” “Interesting...alright” I clapped my hands, “I think that’s it for introductions today, I’m bored so see yourself out now. Don’t forget to be here by Friday” I waved them off. Marching over to Will’s chair before plopping down on it. “Oh and also, in terms of my name” I paused, my gaze sweeping over their confused faces (probably because of my abruptness) “Call me Ginger”. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ginger’s Pov “Is it true that you got the nickname “The Red-Headed Blade” by slaughtering a whole mafia with just a sword?” I picked my nails, not even bothering to understand this question, “I would love to know where you came up with this one Lex, I would really love to know” If you're wondering, I am still sitting at Will's desk answering all of Lex’s crazy questions. About an hour ago, I stated my name indicating the introductions were over and of course everyone took the hint but him. The rest of the team members were probably having lunch now but this energy brimmed battery obviously didn’t care about anything but answers. Normally I would ditch him but he is persistent as a donkey and it’s not like I had anything to do anyway. Not going to lie, I didn’t like him before, the admiration was annoying and he was the definition of dumb but now he isn’t so bad. His theories are cool and he is fun to tease, he also reminds me of a puppy, dumb but not so dumb at the same time. Those questions he loves to ask though? They are on a different level of nonsensical. Lex searched my face for any lie in my question, his expression disbelieving and disappointed, “So you didn’t kill them off with a katana?” I swear I could see ears flopping on his head now. Call it a ghost of imagination but my guy was acting too much like one of those golden retrievers. I mean seriously what is this, a dog show? I bowed my head in shame at the fact I was giving into puppy features, I better not regret this. “Alright fine, I did bring down a mafia but I didn’t slaughter them and I didn’t use a sword, I had bombs at my disposal and guns as well as other helpful accessories. I simply had to set some tiny bombs on a few people and shoot down the rest. Then press the button on the controller, head to safety and voila” I watched in satisfaction as his ears perked up more, his sad features now gone leaving gleaming eyes eager to learn more. “I didn’t think people would give me such a nickname but its probably cause of my status and hair color” "Oh yeah I forgot you had red hair, why did you dye it?" "So people wouldn't go crazy over the fact I have red hair" "But we didn't go crazy" "True but it has some special people out there" He nodded in understanding, before moving on to another question "Is it really true you have 2 different colored eyes?” “Yup” “Ouuuu can I see them?” “Nope” “Pleaseee?” “Nope” “But why?” “Because 1, I feel too lazy to take off my contacts now and 2, I just don’t want to show you” He huffed, “Fine, but one more question” “Shoot” “We are gonna train Friday right? What are you gonna train us on?” Keeping a completely blank and serious face, I stared at him straight in the eye. He seemed to fall for it because his demeanor got slightly more serious, making sure to keep my voice lower, I whispered, “That is for me to know and you to never find out” “OH COME ON” I choked on laughter, “You-you really fell for that one huh” “You know for a trainer you are really mean” “When did I ever tell you I was here to make you happy” He pouted before making a move to get up from the chair he was settled on, “Ugh, I better go, the rest of them already ditched me and I’m hungry” I leaned back on Will’s desk chair, stretching my limbs, “Yeah, your precisely correct, I have my pay to eat” “Huh?” “Perceive it however you want now byeeee” “Now hang on a second-” “Byeeee” [Now.......this was probably the longest one I ever wrote (And this is only 3/4, the word count is 6243) and you know in truth I am proud of the length, the content however....eh I'm kind of disappointed...I lie I don't hate it but I certainly don't like it. I was actually gonna delete everything but I thought you might want to pick up on it, maybe improve on it a little bit and stuff] ___________________________________________________________ "You know what’s the saddest thing about this teacher's lessons?" Timmy turned to me, rolling his eyes, "What? Is he secretly a frog?” I smiled, my face scrunching up in pure utter pain, "This is worse, let me tell you some wise words Timmy boy. When you see End of Test on one of his papers, especially multiple-choice, dig your grave hole" He turned up his nose, face contorting into one of confusion, "What does that have to do with-" “Humans, I shall have you know that next class we will be doing a Csec paper, a paper two to be more specific and so you are required to bring your stationery, graph paper, and any other item or material, suited for any big exam, have a good day" Timmy snorted, “Oh boo hoo, you have a paper exam, must be the end of the world” “Excuse? Did you not hear him? I barely pass multiple-choice, you expect me to somehow be granted an extra dose of math skills and live? Well if genies were real.” He rolled his eyes again, "You’re being way too dramatic Est, what’s so bad about a Csec paper two?" "Oh, there are many things bad about a Csec paper two, want me to list it off?" I started ready for the debate on how my life was gonna go downhill. I raised 5 fingers, "Let’s start with a finger no.1 I barely passed multiple choice and you expect me to pass a paper 2? I don’t think so, On to finger no.2 Csec you big fat dumbo, this friend of yours has only been in the class for 4 months, this teacher is way past our syllabus for 15 year olds and I personally don’t think I’m as much as a genius as you or as anyone thinks I am, finger no.3 I have a reputation to uphold, I can’t fail this” “Oh please, most likely it’s just a way for you guys to gain an experience, I don’t see why you’re reacting so strongly to a test that’s probably gonna be treated like revision, and it’s online. I don’t see the harm in any of this” “Ugh” I groaned, flopping over my chair and like a slug, plopping on the floor, “Timmy, you know for a genius, I am surprised to say...you are really stupid” “I take that as a compliment” (Yeah....so this one was based on a real-life story that involved 🤍me🤍) _____________________________________ Phew okay so there is more but the site unfortunately has a word limit so we had to cut it short. Normally I would do this private cause some of these thoroughly makes me want to jump off a cliff but I'm purposely carding this for Christmas Eve and making it anonymous instead cause I kind of want someone expecting something sentimental to click this letter and end up reading thousands of words of anything but sweet, like I don't know I guess it will probably make their day, probably won't...probably will. I don't know but hey maybe it might make your day. I mean you get to see almost all of your spontaneous crazy stories without searching for them. That at the very least should comfort you knowing that the past you spent more than 2 hrs looking for these. Anyway, I know posting this anonymous is kind of risky cause it might be some rat out there trying to steal our work but not to worry future me, I have a shit-ton of witnesses who have read these stories already. There are a few silent watermarks in each story (stuff I think you recognized already) and there are also screenshots which is sort of a silent power. Personally, I doubt there is gonna be some people expecting a letter with 1000+ words, half of which is stories so having this stolen is unlikely but if it is then I can easily trust you my wonderful future self. We are one and the same after all. I think that's about all for now, See ya future me Your fav, E~ P.s- you think someone gonna post this on social media like what they do with those story prompts or screenshots from Twitter and stuff?I mean if they did that will be so cool tho-