𝚃𝚘: 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂
𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖: 𝙿𝟻𝟷𝟹𝟾𝟸𝟻𝙷
𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎: 𝟶𝟷𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚈-𝙾𝙽𝙴: 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙰.𝙹. 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙴𝙻

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In an effort to locate your adopted sister, Lila Pitts, you stumbled back to the Temps Commission. You were aware that Lila's actions would not be overlooked by the Commission. You believe that Lila was not at fault and that the Handler is solely to blame. You knew nonetheless that Lila would be held accountable because both Lila and your adoptive mother had been shot dead.

With a briefcase in hand, you walked into the Infinite Switchboard and saw that the staff members monitoring the screens had died unexpectedly, either from a pencil or a dagger stab. You skipped your way and avoided the corpses to find a small monitor replaying the scene where the Handler cruelly shot you and Lila dead.

You don't remember being shot to death by the Handler. You were even shocked to learn about your death. 'I guess my healing abilities have their limits.' After being repeatedly stabbed by your brother Harold Jenkins, also known as Leonard Peabody, you knew you were dying. You weren't exactly dead, though, as your body started to recover from the stab wounds.

Despite the fact that you could heal yourself, you were still cautious to avoid getting hurt because it did not exactly make you immortal.

You leaned closer and saw Five Hargreeves staring at your dead body with a tear rolling down his eye. Your heart began to crack as a result of your pain. Up until this point, you had no idea how much it would devastate you to see him suffer or cry. You didn't want to see him in this state again. In the footage, Five was still alive and able to go back in time and save everyone.

"Red." Herb and Dot were standing next to each other when you turned around, frightened to approach you and filled with dread. The two have remained apprehensive of you even after you decided to stop working for the Commission as an assassin. "Y-You came back."

"I'm here to look for my sister." You replied. "I assumed you took her here and retrieved the briefcase back from her."

Herb nodded. "She was, um... everyone wanted her head."

You frowned. "It was all the Handler, not Lila, Herb. Why let Lila pay for all the actions that the Handler did in the first place?"

"We, um..." Dot began to speak. "We came to a different arrangement, Red." She clarified. "Lila is now in a different year and country."

You sighed in relief, relieved to know that Lila is okay. "Okay, then. Tell me where she is." Herb and Dot glanced at each other. As they argued in silence over who should inform you of something, you observed the two. "Spit it out, you two." You told.

Herb was nudged to speak by Dot. Herb drew in a big breath. "Everyone wants your head too, so we... cannot allow you to travel out of the Commission anymore."

You blinked your eyes until you found a few men surrounding all entrances and windows of the Infinite Switchboard. Your hand was glowing blue, ready to obliterate everybody in the room, and you held onto the briefcase's handle with caution. "I thought we were friends, Herb." You spoke while glaring at the assassins who were still alive and blocking your exit from the room.

Heb gave the men the signal to leave as soon as Herb and Dot turned to face the men. "N-No, it's not like that!" He told you in a defensive manner as the men cautiously and reluctantly walked away. "I apologize about them. Ever since you left the Commission, there has been hatred for you among the employees around here."

You huffed and fixed your clothes. "What do you want from me, Herb?"

Dot cleared her throat as Herb cast a quick glance her way. "We would like to share with you the last will and testament that the former head of the Commission, A.J. Carmichael, wrote. We are only sharing his final requests with you now that he has passed away."

You kept your eye on Dot as she gingerly drew out a folded letter from her pocket. "After my untimely death, first, I would like to grant my adopted daughter, (Y/n) "Red" Jenkins, immunity from all severe sanctions that the incoming head of the Commission will impose on her." Dot read out loud.

Your eyes softened after hearing the words of 'adopted daughter' from A.J.'s letter. He treated you like a daughter, but you didn't know that he had also adopted you to be his child.

"Instead, if she ever chose to quit the Commission, assign her a few more months of employment. No harm shall be done to her."

The idea of getting your job back caused your knuckles to tighten. You didn't want to kill anymore. Even though you swore that you were done with murdering people, you are now being punished and forced to work even more for the Commission over the coming few months. Fortunately for you, it wasn't years.

As you extended your hand, you waited for Dot to give A.J.'s letter. Dot gave you the letter after glancing at you for a second and then gulped. You carried on reading in silence.

𝚃𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗,

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝, 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛, (𝚈/𝚗) "𝚁𝚎𝚍" 𝙹𝚎𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙽𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 (𝚈/𝚗)'𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, (𝚈/𝚗), 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙳𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎.

𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢,
𝙰𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝙹𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚘 "𝙰.𝙹." 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕

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𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽.

While reading the letter, you weren't even aware that you were crying. He was assassinated by The Handler, who was your former adoptive mother. However, you continue to be baffled as to how he was powerless to stop the Handler.

"A certain someone helped me accomplish this, missy. Someone you know very well. Someone... who you tried to kill before."

You clutched the letter in your hands as you cast a downward glance over the ground, remembering the Handler's words to you. "Herb, Dot... can I have the room, please?"

To give you a moment of silence, Herb and Dot nodded politely before exiting the room. When you turned around, the one monitor was still playing the same footage of the Handler killing everyone on the farm but Five was able to travel back in time.

You sat in one of the chairs and dropped your briefcase, rewinding the footage way before to see A.J. You stopped when you saw him at a board meeting, but he was cut off by someone else who had just entered. "Five..." You whispered.

With an axe in hand and a fleeting smile on his face—possibly brought on by the amount of adrenaline he was experiencing—Five hacked through everyone in the room. As Five executed kill after kill, you watched as blood spattered his face and uniform. It wasn't long before you noticed Five perched atop the table while looming over A.J., who was on the floor.

"She sent you, didn't she?" You heard A.J.'s voice from the footage.

You saw Five tilting his head to the side as he stared down at A.J. "Does it really matter now?"

"Whatever she offered you, I will double it, triple it."

"I'm not doing this for money." Five raised his axe up, ready to chop and slash A.J. down until the attendant lady from before pushed him off the table. "Get off me!" Five yelled.

While the lady was still holding Five so he wouldn't escape, A.J. bolted out of the room. You sped up the video and came to a stop when you noticed Five blocking Carmichael's route while now wielding a cricket bat. A.J. gasped in horror. "Surely we can come to some form of agreement that benefits both parties." A.J. pleaded. "Quid pro quo? What do you say?"

"Why not?" Five smiled sinisterly with a shrug. "Here's your quid." Five struck his bat at A.J.'s side. "Here's your pro." A.J. was then forced to his knees by the impact he had on his knee. With a heavy sigh of satisfaction, Five looked down at Carmichael.

"No! No! Please don't!" A.J. whimpered.

"And here's your quo."

"No...!" A.J. pleaded. "I still need to find (Y/—"

Your heart broke after hearing Carmichael's presumably last words. He still wanted to find you. Carmichael was about to finish his sentence when Five raised his bat and slammed it directly into A.J.'s fishbowl head. The fish, Carmichael, flew out of his robotic body, where he was residing previously. Five looked down as Carmichael's mechanical body collapsed while the fish bounced up and down.

Five, who was only just beginning to grasp what Carmichael was about to say, combed his hair back with his fingers. "Why are you looking for (Y/n)?"

You paused the video and burst into tears, your shoulders shaking. You didn't want to point the blame at Five. You were aware that he was doing it for his family, to get them back home. He was also unaware of how much Carmichael meant to you. You were however furious. Not to Five, but to you. You detested not being able to stop what happened.

You weren't the kind to cry so easily, but the death of Carmichael was too much for you. You regained composure and turned your tired eyes back to the monitor screen. Even though you were less upset, your tears were still running down your cheeks. You spent the entire time searching for additional footages that you might have missed or wanted to watch again.

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The long-awaited part 3 is now here! I wanted to publish this chapter for so long, but the character gifs and the chapter titles are not even made yet. Since all of you were eager for part 3 and have bombarded me with messages and comments, here it is!

This book won't have daily updates since, to be honest, this is the only chapter I prepared for this book so please be patient :')

p.s. I really needed this chapter to distract me from what's going on recently, especially on Twitter. I won't say anything about it anymore, but if you do have a clue, please don't let it flood here in the comments. I'm devastated, that's all. (Don't worry for those who are clueless, this isn't about The Umbrella Academy and the cast)

This book is about Five Hargreeves and not... well, you know who.