"Could be because we got drenched in the rain, not because of what she saw," an ever-so-slightly supercilious voice explained.
She concur it as the voice of Alas standing near her as she was lying on a bed, but she inhaled a manly scent instead of the usual alcohol mixed with the medicine smell of a hospital. She blinked a few times looked from left to right.
"Oh, you're awake," he uttered in a monotone manner as if he knows she would wake in that time.
He turned on the nightstand and filled a glass with water. "Here, have a drink."
Alas shoved tha glass on her face as if expecting her to accept it or accept it.
Blanche glowered at him she sat up on the bed and held the glass. She realized she was not in a hospital, but in a room with a white ceiling and carpeted floor. "Where am I?"
Alas sat behind
Once Blanche turned around, a heavy, loud, and cold palm smacked her left cheek."You bitch! I already said you should stay with him!" Penelope was fuming mad, she wore an A-line skirt patch with lace and a dark red off-the-shoulder blouse paired with black heels. Her hair was chopped off into a red bob cut.Blanche touched her stinging left cheek, it burns and it hurts. People passing by the building halted and gave their attention to them.She slowly faced the culprit, hand still on the cheek and her eyes speak the bewilderment and teary-eyed expression that Blanche felt.Penelope was ready to put her newly manicured nails in Blanche's skin. Her face screamed like boiling water in the morning, but when Blanche finally collected herself from that sudden outburst, she calmly spoke."What do you mean Penelope? As far as I'm concerned, I didn't do anything bad." The sourness of those words rolled in her tongue like
Some days, Blanche feel like wearing pyjamas and hoodie jackets all day, just feeling the sun's warmth as it rise from the east, but no, she can't do that. Like a bird on a bird cage she can't do that. She's bounded by a contract with the organization.An organization run by the devil.There's no way to run around the halls of their headquarters and expect to be out in the sun. That's just not what supposed to happen in the organization. They're expected to obey the rules, to be flawless in killing people, to shoot, and to use any weapon in the armoury.Especially when they set their eyes on Blanche, she felt as if they doubled.. even tripled their expectations on what she should do.Just like how a parent expect her oldest child to be a good example to his younger siblings. Except that she wasn't the oldest, and they're far from being parents.Blanche bit the inside of her cheeks as she tried her loudest scream yet no
"Is Ace back?"Blanche's eyes widen at what Farah said, she came running to the apartment door and knock with utmost curiosity and excitement on her face."Why are you asking?" Misha popped behind Blanche. "Does Ace doesn't go home frequently these days?"Farah covered the surprise on her face when she saw Misha and tried to smile. "Yes... at least that's what I observed."Farah seemed to be hesitant to tell them that but she did, and it makes sense because Farah was practically a stairs away from the house of Ace."He never got home?" Misha asked again for clarification and Farah nodded in return."There must be a misunderstanding. Ace always returns home." Blanche has a small hope in her eyes that says how Ace can do and she clings on that hope devoutly."No... He doesn't." Farah held the hem of her clothes and looked down sheepishly. The aura of Blanche was just too much for h
The floorboards creak as Blanche knocks on woods. She was crouched down, almost laying on the floor sideways just to hear who has the secret way to them."Blanche, should we be doing this?" Misha suddenly asked with worry.She climbs on one of the windows and knocks back on the ceiling. Blanche faced her. "If we want to find Ace, then what's there to ask?"Misha pouts. "But I don't want to find him."Blanche sneered at her and face the floor again, wondering who'll knock back on the floorboards she heard Misha grunt. "Why are we doing this? Does she forget that we're spies?"Part of being spies is being witty. At least that's what it should be, but Blanche already got tired of it.She sat on the floor as her pointing finger grazed at the floorboards. She doesn't want to admit it but she's pining for him.And she's doing things she shouldn't do, when does this start? Was it when he couldn
There's nothing to see here. Blanche let Misha go back first. She took a glance at the picture Misha turned behind, like how Blanche stole the key off of Misha without her noticing, she did it with a swift glance and she caught two little boys both in jerseys one with a big grin and the other with a serious but happy face.Their arms were on each other shoulders and it seemed like they just went to a stadium to watch a game, a date was written on the bottom side of the picture.Blanche examined that, before closing the door and hearing the voice of Misha calling her.She turn off the lights and locked the door before running back to the top room."Blanche."The moment Blanche got in the room, the sound of smashing glass dominated their ears as Farah went stunned."I..." Blanche was about to say something but Misha cut her off. "No, Farah, this was just an accident."The broken pieces of the gl
Slidell walked with her on the edge of a cliff, where the blow of the wind blew in her hair with no end.There's a weird-looking huge three just before the end of the cliff, it leaves were colored purple when the sun strike on them and it looked like they're shining and they dance through the wind.Blanche closed her eyes and feel the wind brush through her cheeks. She inhaled the fresh air the place gives. It's far from the city and near the park just like what he said, you just needed to climb a hundred steps concrete stairs to be here.But it's worth it when because of the air and scenery it gives."It's great, isn't it? We found this place when we're both drunk."Blanche turned at Slidell who wiped his mouth with the back of his hand after drinking water from his tumbler."I remember, we slept here and a security guard came after us the next morning," Slidell chuckles, he was looking at the weird
"We're teens. You need help."Those words remained on Blanche for the rest of the day, they sat on the park bench and drank coffee when a boy in a newspaper hat passed by them holding a bunch of newspaper."Isn't already time for delivering the newspaper?" Misha wondered. She finished a grande cup and was now on her second."Yes. You're right. Someone knocked me off and I fell asleep on the side of the street, when I woke up, it's already morning and the store won't accept these now."Blanche turned at the boy who answered what Misha asked, he heaved a heavy sigh and looked down on the floor."Well, what are you slacking now? You should sell them individually to people! Although I doubt if they'd be interested in buying one. It's already midday," Misha retorted.Blanche looked at her in bewilderment, did she drink too much coffee? She forgot that she's supposed to stop her when she finished her grand