[at the commission–time unknown]
"HIS HOUSE won't be guarded? And no innocents will be there?" Her red-eyes glinted in the flickering light; they where back in the room given to her and Park. It was dark and grimy, papers scattered about and the two cots shoved in a corner messy and unmade. A cork-board covered in images of the Hargreeves and Reel family, scribbled notes and push-pins. On the desk, where the current blue-prints of Jordan Reel's house lay, was one framed image of a mousy girl, smiling and hugging Park with his black eyes and the red-eyed woman.
"There shouldn't be tomorrow. Jordan arrives home at about three. As long as he doesn't bring his friend, Tate Vegner—it will only happen today, we believe; the two where making up after the fight they had Saturday. You can easily take them all." Dot shifted her dress and glanced anxiously at the red-eyed woman.
"With a team? I may be strong, but Park and I have to combine our powers to even stand a chance. And, we'll need a lot of guns. Like, a lot," the red-eyed woman said.
"Of course. You'll have to discuss specifics with The Handler, of course, but I'm sure she'll give you what you need. And Park, he—"
"They." She interrupted, eyes flashing. Her purple hair was trickling over her shoulder, pure and violent. "Park is a they."
"Right, I apologize." Dot said nervously. "I'm sure they will help you."
She nodded and pulled the blue-prints closer. Dot stood there and watched, clicking her nails together and gazing about the room.
It was rather disgusting; her nose crinkled in distaste when she saw the pile of dirty clothes. Especially the tee-shirt obviously soaked through with blood.
Park stormed into the room, making Dot jump; their normally black eyes flickered with orange and a gorgeous butterfly flitted angrily around their head.
"Why is she still here?" Park said, pointing accusingly at Dot. "She shouldn't be here."
"I–I was told to inform you two about Jordan Reel's house," Dot stammered, feeling herself wilt under both of their fiery gazes. It was like staring into the pits of Hell.
"Great! Get out," Park very nearly growled at her; heart beating faster than a racehorse, Dot scampered from the room, mind already thinking up what gossip there was to be had. Normally, the strange, red-eyed woman was the angry one; but Park, with their quiet reserve and butterflies, they got pissed!
Oh, Dot needed a pay raise.
Once she had left the room, heels clacking fading away, Park whirled to the red-eyed woman.
"I'm helping," they said. She arched an eyebrow, leaning lazily against the table.
"Helping with what, Park?" She asked calmly. The butterfly twirled in the air and landed on Parks head.
"Killing them. I've been completely useless!"
"Aw, you haven't been useless!" She smiled with her sharp teeth and pushed off the table, walking up to them and running her fingers through their hair; the butterfly flew off, agitated. "You've been spying on them with your little butterfly!"
"You've been working," Park shoved her away and she giggled. "You've been shifting–shifting and killing them and it's working. I wanna help."
"Well then," she smiled wider. "Let's go find us a briefcase."
Park smiled back. She wrapped an arm around their neck and they placed theirs around her shoulders. The butterfly landed gently on the spot where their arms brushed against each other.
The red-eyed woman's eyes started to turn blue as she grabbed the briefcase.
[jordans house–late monday night]
"So..." Tate looked over at Vanya, who was tapping on her knee nervously. "You ended the world?"
"Apparently," she said, shrugging. "I don't really remember anything. I just now figured out that I've got powers." She said the last word with a sort of awe in her voice, betraying her mystification at having any sort of powers; after all, she was ordinary. Just like everyone else. But she wasn't, not anymore.
"That's so cool," Tate whispered, eyes a light. Luther, who had spent the entirety of Storytime scowling in the corner, finally spoke up.
"It's not cool, dumbass, it was stupid!" He snapped. Tate recoiled.
"Luther!" Allison hissed, leaping to her feet. "Upstairs!"
"Why?" Luther said, eyes flaring.
"Now!" She shouted, and Luther followed her upstairs without a single glance backwards.
"Well then..." Klaus coughed awkwardly. "It's getting rather late."
"Yeah, yeah," Tate said as he scrambled to his feet, grabbing his schoolbag. "I can call Nico for a ride."
"Nico? How's that been going?" Klaus asked.
Tate paused and arched an eyebrow while he gazed at Klaus. "How do you know about Nico?"
Klaus grinned. "I've got my ways," he winked. Ben rolled his eyes.
"Uh, alright...it's been going well," Tate said. "I'm sorry to have to go, but I've got a shit ton of homework to do. G'night, you guys."
"Goodnight!" They all said. Jordan got up and walked with Tate downstairs.
"You'll be safe?" Jordan asked after Tate hung up the phone. He nodded.
"Safer than you," he said. "Nico will be here in like ten minutes; his host family lives like thirty minutes away from you. Did you know that?"
"No, but I knew the Cobbs had a foreign exchange student," Jordan replied. "But...Tate, are we good now?"
Tate chewed his bottom lip. "I–I guess."
"What else do you wanna know?" Jordan said, pulling up a chair from the table. Tate got his own and slung the black bag next to his feet.
"Who is Eddie?" He asked, flushing like it was a forbidden question.
"Uh, I don't know," Jordan frowned as he tried to remember who Eddie was.
Tate blinked. "The dude you've got a crush on."
"Oh! No, his name isn't Eddie," Jordan felt his face heat up. "It's, uh, its Five."
Tate gaped for a minute. "Five is gay?!" He nearly shouted.
"I don't know!" Jordan hissed. "But shut up, Tate, you're gonna wake up Japan!"
He giggled. "Okay, sorry, sorry. But...has anything happened?"
Jordan smiled at the ground, his stomach twisting. "We may have kissed."
Tate gasped. He lunged forwards and grabbed Jordan's hands. "You two kissed?"
Jordan nodded happily. "Yeah! We did! Except, he ran off..."
Tate's face fell. "Oh. Oh, no."
Jordan shrugged. "It's okay, though. I'm sure he'll wanna talk to me eventually."
Tate gave him a skeptical look, but the two continued to talk about Five. They talked until Nico pulled up and picked up Tate, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. Jordan smiled and waved as they left, totally and completely unaware of the beautiful butterfly that flew into the house.
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