17 And A Orphan

Good times

I walked into the parlor, the navy blue walls greeting me. I had just been at dinner with the mayor where I saw Officer Carter, the son of an officer who attacked me, and Kennedy, his longtime friend.

I agreed to work with them to protect the city I guess. Tara and Anna were sleeping in their pink room, Anna on the top bunk Tara on the bottom bunk. I walked into my neon orange room, the dresser and cot the same as ever. I took off my uniform, which consists of fireproof gloves, my bulletproof hoodie, a pair of bulletproof jeans (the ones with a patch from when I was shot), running shoes, and most importantly, my mask.

It's a male mask that retracts back into an ear piece. I went into my bathroom and washed my hands, looking up into the mirror. My light brown back length hair was up in a ponytail, and my gray eyes were staring back at me.

Me and Tara would make jokes about how I was the palest tan person, but this last month had really done a number on me. I had faint dark circles under my eyes, and my face looked only a tad bit pained.

I heard a noise and turned around to see Tara in the doorway. Her shoulder length black hair complimented her green eyes, and only being a inch shorter didn't take away from her intimidation. "Yes my love?" She skipped over and kissed me on the nose, then walked out.

What? I walked out of the bathroom, confused, and went into the training room. The walls were still white, and Alonzo was sitting intently at his computer. His jet black hair was cut short, and he sported his famous cape, shirt with no sleeves and printed winged shoes.

I looked around and saw Matty by my table, typing away at his computer, his curly blond hair bouncing up and down. Scrappie, hi- I mean our robot, was wearing his light blue and orange armor, his eyes lighting up blue. I went over to my table and looked up at my sniper hanging on the wall.

The katana's hilt was sticking out, and on the table was some empty shells and a bloodied note. I quickly left the room, almost running into the hanging punching bag as I left.

Anna was sitting in the main room, watching tv, her orange (red is the technical term) hair just visible. The makeshift kitchen had a coffee brewer and the most evil thing of them all. A toaster.

I know it seems childish, but those things are evil. I decided that the main room was boring so I went back into my bedroom. The dresser had a toy horse on it, and right next to that, a handgun.

I looked down, and closed my eyes. I saw Bree's face flash before me. I opened my eyes, shaking away the tears. Bree was my sister. Take note on the was.

Such as my father and mother were alive. Now their not. And it's because of me. I'm not speaking about Kumar, that's for another time. His betrayal still hurts.

WAS THAT A FREAKING TOASTER MY GOD IMMA KILL ALL OF EM AND BURN THE PARTS AND BURN DOWN ALL THE FACTORIES??????

I ran into the main room to see Tara shoving the piece of toast in her mouth. I faked pain, placing my hand dramatically on my chest, looking away. "How could you?!" She rolled her eyes then sat next to Anna, and proceeded to become engrossed in, Dance Moms.

Groaning internally. I went to train in the training room when I heard the door knock. I opened it and saw Jim, Officer Carter's son. Not liking Officer Carter because he cut my hand and caused nerve damage doesn't mean I have to hate his son, or his friend.

Jim and Kennedy were standing in the door, waiting to be invited in. I motioned for them to come in and then shooed Matty and Alonzo out of the training room. "Hey Harp?" I stared dead at Alonzo. "Don't call me that." He nodded, realizing the pain that caused me.

The two left, and Jim handed me a folder. Kennedy was holding a similar one. I opened it and saw a face I didn't want to. Kumar's. "He's dead." I hissed. They both nodded. "But his twin brother is not. And he's the one you need to be scared of."

I clenched my fists, and Tara came in. She saw Jim, and slowly backed out. I released my fists and handed Jim the folder back. "Why do you need my help?" This time Kennedy spoke up, her voice timid. "We've been tracking him for months, and we're not strong enough to take him down."

I nodded, which was me saying I'd help. The two looked at each other, shocked. They then quickly headed out, and Tara came in. "What was that about?" I embraced her, and pecked her forehead. "Nothing important. They just need my help that's all."

Alonzo and Matty came back in, and went back to work. Tara went back out to where Anna was, probably to watch more, ugh, dance moms. I looked at my right wrist, flicking the toaster charm. My girlfriend has a sick sense of humor.

She got me the bracelet for my 17 birthday. I rested my head in my hands, and looked up, remembering I needed to be strong. These people need me. I walked back into my room, sat on my bed, then proceeded to curl up on it. It's not like I'm sleeping anytime soon.

The time flew by, and it was around one in the morning. I sat up, not feeling tired in the slightest. See, like I said, not falling asleep. I quietly snuck out and climbed onto the roof, my feet hanging over the edge. Maybe I just, need to think.

God, I'm a monster. I couldn't even go to their funerals. I felt a tear coming down, then felt two arms wrap around me. "Fun fact. At one thirty nine in the morning if you find your girlfriend on the roof she probably needs a hug."

I laid my head back , resting it in the crook on her neck. She wiped my tear away, then kissed my cheek. "Couldn't sleep?" She nodded, then released her arms. I stood up, holding my hand out for her. She's the only other one who saw what happened.

She's the love of my life.

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Bue bye,

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