||Your Point of View - Red Army Main Base, Norway||

You pressed your head against the cool tile of the shower, your eyelid drooping down as the lukewarm water rained against your body. Something was wrong, you just couldn't tell why. You pressed the back of your hand against your forehead, feeling yourself burn up. Perhaps you were coming down with a fever? You let out a strained pant, pushing yourself back onto your feet. Sluggishly turning off the water, you limped out of the shower. Slipping on the rug underneath you, you quickly clung onto the vanity for support panicked breaths leaving your lips. You let out a grunt of pain, hoisting yourself up before yanking a towel off the railing. Wrapping yourself in the red fluffy towels, you stumbled towards your bed before flopping on top.

Pulling the cool fabric over yourself, you let out wheezy coughs, sinking into the bed. You felt so weak like something was leeching off your body draining you dry of life and energy. Your eyes rolled back as everything went blurry.

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When you woke up, you found yourself properly resting in your bed. Pillows were stacked behind your back and head, your sheets rising up to your mid-stomach. A cool rag was placed on top of your forehead, collecting the beads of sweat that rose on the occasion. Letting out a weak chirp, your felt something run their fingers through your hair, their sharp nails threatening the scalp of your head. "Relax," The Norweigan accent purred, shifting over into your view. Getting a better view of the source of the voice, you saw Toffee. She looked different - Her honey brown hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail, a blue sweatshirt draped down to her mid-thighs, red track shorts loosely hanging to her legs. Toffee seemed calm, no threatening emotion on her face. You narrowed your eyes, immediately identifying her as the woman who landed you into the infirmary. "I'm just checking up on you - No need to get defensive." She grunted, her palms resting on her knees. You scoffed, looking to the side. Sugar was leaning on the doorway, her arms folded underneath her chest as her head was resting on her shoulder. She too was out of uniform, wearing black pajama pants that were decorated with red, pink, and white hearts. A dark pink t-shirt was slumped against her body, showing her unmarked shoulders and neck. You opened your mouth to speak only to be interrupted by violent coughs flowing through your body. Toffee frowned softly, glancing over to Sugar.

"Søster, få henne suppe og medisin(Sister, get her some soup and medicine)." She hissed quickly, Sugar leaving the room to bring what Toffee requested. Turning her gaze back to you, she hummed a sweet lullaby as she tucked your bangs behind your ear. You let out a soft pant, flinching at the feeling of her cold fingers pressing against your forehead. Her sharp blood-red nails tapped softly against the side of your temple before sliding down to your chin. She furrowed her eyebrows, taking in a full look at you. She seemed tense, examining your every movement. You let out a soft growl, wheezing as you tried to catch your breath. Toffee's eyes widened slightly, as she gently caressed your cheek leaning your forward. Patting your back, you let out another hacking fit. Huffing softly, Toffee leaned you back on the pillows as Sugar walked back into the room a tray in hand. She and Toffee exchanged a glance towards each other before Sugar passed the bowl of warm soup into Toffee's hands. Toffee stirred the spoon around the bowl, before lifting it to your lips. You frowned, before feeling the wooden tool being pushed into your mouth wheezing at the feeling of the warm broth soothing your sore throat. Inhaling a soft breath, let Toffee feed you another spoonful before taking the bowl from her to feed yourself. After finishing the bowl of soup, you were giving a small cup of some green goo. It had a strong bitter minty scent that made your nose scrunch up in distaste. Toffee let out a short breath, pushing the cup towards your lips. "Drink." She cooed, encouraging you to take the foul medicine. Taking a deep breath, you finally drank up the goo. In just a matter of seconds, you were out cold your body finally recharging.

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Toffee let out a soft sigh of relief, pressing up against the headboard as she pulled you close letting you rest against her. Sugar crawled into the bed as well, laying on the unoccupied side of Toffee. Toffee rubbed her sister's shoulders, making sure that they were comfortable. Sugar was out a few minutes after she settled in Toffee's arms. Toffee's eyes glazed over the faces of her resting siblings, examining the resting face of Kuro. She chuckled faintly, seeing the way her face was contorted into a pout, her lower lip jutting out in annoyance and unhappiness. She wondered if Kuro was making this face because she could sense Toffee and Sugar or if this was her natural face in sleep. Shaking her head, Toffee dismissed the thoughts before returning her gaze to her siblings.

They looked so... innocent and pure. They hadn't been through what Toffee had been through and that was a statement Toffee strongly believed in. They didn't have 'the look', the type of look you'd have after killing many, the look of a cold-blooded killer. Toffee's blood ran cold, letting out a huff of breath. She felt panic rise inside her, a suffocating feeling washing over her. Squirming, she suppressed her thoughts, shutting her eyes closed. She'd be damned if she ever had to think about that again... Taking a good moment or so, she finally began to drift off to sleep, drool dribbling down the side of her mouth.

||Flashback - Toffee's Childhood||

"Papa, hva skjer(Papa, what's happening)? Hvor skal jeg hen(Where am I going)?" The tiny toddler whimpered gripping tightly onto her father's hand. Tord simply turned his head to the side looking down at his eldest child. He rubbed his thumb over her soft hand, giving her a blank look. "Du vil finne ut snart den lille(You'll find out soon little one)," he mumbled softly his Norweigan accent pouring out roughly. Toffee cowered her fear, trying her best to hide her features of fear, knowing she'd be scolded or even worse, punished. Being led towards the plane, Toffee hid behind her father seeing 4 figures waiting by the jet. 3 of the figures were tall, dressed in important black suits, Two males, one female, all appearing to be in their late 40's or early 50's. The 4th figure, however, was an old wench who wore a black dress and white apron. Toffee let out a squeal as she was pried away from her father's hand, the much older appearing man dragging the screaming 5-year-old away from her father. "PAPA! PAPA!!" She screamed, kicking and flailing in his grip. Her father became farther and farther from her grasp, as she was pulled into the jet. She cried and screamed, demanding for her father to come and take her. The woman of importance gripped the toddler's jaw, growling as she bared her fangs. "Slå deg litt brat, du skal bli æret, du har blitt valgt over din omega søster(Shut up you little brat, you're should be honored you have been chosen over your omega sister)." She snarled, pushing back the child onto the chair.

Toffee sniffled, whimpering as she covered her face. The maid ushered over to Toffee, cradling her in her arms providing as much comfort she could bring.

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Toffee sat at her vanity, staring blankly at her reflection in the mirror. She was alone and afraid, the only person who gave her comfort in this cold and empty place was her caretaker, Anette.

"Young Lady Hellson, I have brought you the toffee and caramel tea to calm your nerves." Her French accent croaked sweetly, gracefully making her way into the room. Blinking slowly, Toffee looked over her shoulder and dipped her head in appreciation. Setting the tray on the corner of the vanity, Anette took in a sharp breath. "Young Lady Hellson, you are not dressed for your next lesson?"

She only nibbled on a piece of caramel flavored toffee, looking down at the ground. Letting out a soft sigh, Anette ushered for Toffee to stand up, unbuttoning her blue trenchcoat with red trims. "Let's get you dressed before the Head Alpha's come." Peeling off her ruffled white dress, Anette began to dress Toffee in her black uniform. Letting Toffee sit down to enjoy her snack, Anette began to brush her soft brown locks pulling her hair up into a tight ponytail. Braiding the ends, Anette let out a soft sigh. "You're ready my child..." She whispered softly, clasping her hands together. Toffee bowed her head, before leaving to the training grounds.

Walking into the white room, Toffee's eyes narrowed in curiosity seeing a Red Soldier tied up and bloodied. Moving closer, she was able to get a better look at the soldier. Letting out a surprised breath, her jaw dropped. She recognized this soldier - Christian. He was like an older brother to her, he practically taught Sugar and her back when she was still on the base. His face was all bloodied and bruised up, his cheeks puffy from a beating. Toffee let out a soft squeak, her eyes filled with tears. "C-Chrissy?" She cried, shaking with fear.

A Head Alpha walked in, pursing their lips. Standing beside Toffee, they handed her a knife. "Drep ham." Her voice snapped, oozing with demands. Toffee's head snapped up, letting out a gasp. "Jeg sa, drep ham. Han er en forrder til Den Røde Hær - En Blå Army Spion... Drep han nå! Eller Gud hjelper deg hvis du nekter bestillinger (I said, kill him. He is a traitor to the Red Army - A Blue Army Spy... Kill him now! Or God help you if you refuse orders....)" She hissed, holding back her urges to hit Toffee right then and there. Grabbing the knife out of fear, Toffee let out loud whimpers being forcefully pushed towards Christian. He looked up at her, tears falling through the slits of his eyes."Ikke vær redd for den lille. Du må gjøre hva du må gjøre for å overleve ... Bare husk(Do not be afraid of the little one. You must do what you need to do to survive ... Just remember)," He whispered, cracking a faint smile, as Toffee held the knife up. Tears rolled down her cheeks as the cool blade pressed against his throat. Her breathing became more rapid, drawing blood on the side of his neck. She didn't want to do this, but she had to. She spared him a look of pity, allowing him one brief moment to say his last words.

"Jeg elsker deg, søster(I love you, little sister)."

A/N: wOW I FINALLY FUCKING UPDATE.... Anyways, I already know what I'm doing, I'm just lazy.... but um, back to this chapter - I wanted this chapter to explain why Toffee is a bitch most of the time. I'll go more into depth about the weight she has on her shoulders... Anyways, enjoy this chapter fuckers.