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They promised to protect their source. They promised they'd take on any challenge. They haven't done shit.
Went they spent the first 400 years in the first timeline they were absorbed in the pleasures of the world.
Falarith discovered cosplay. She took on every character and somehow made them even more goth than she was. After winning every cosplay, being the fap bait of millions, and the cause of worldwide low marriage rates, mankind went into extinction.
When they moved, Metatron, attempted Law as it was a similar practice he had as an Initiator. He rose over centuries, his methods helped to eradicate Anarchy from the face of that timeline. Stopping crimes before they happened. Unfortunately, this put him out of a job quickly. He faked his death and quit.
Forced to move once more, Sam finally decided to look for a job after years of isolating herself in her room and watching every alternate version of breaking bad, even the next season…
"Enoch. Are they hiring?" Sam asked pulling out a Chaos Insurgency poster.
"Yes. Though you may need to forge a new life of higher standards."
"Got it."
The man across the table browses the files.
"Ms. Rose, correct?"
MS. Rose sat in a business suit and skirt. She felt confident in her ability to dress and impress.
"Yes. Everything you read here is correct! I hope it convinces you that I am right for this position."
"So, you led the kamikaze attack on pearl harbor?"
"Why, yes, I was the first one to hit the docks."
"And you once prevented nine eleven?"
"I invited the high jackers into the mile high club instead."
"And you also attended the Boston Marathon bombing?"
"I was in the middle of the bomb radius, proof that I'm resilient."
The recruiter stared at her in stiff silence."May I ask you something?"
"Sure, go ahead."
"-For two of these… how are you alive?"
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The interview at the insurgency didn't go well. It insulted Sam that they considered the woman who hadn't led the Alliance on D-day over her. What didn't they have to believe? They experienced weird shit every day. They still have that whole I want my 'ass spanked by my boss' going for them.
Maybe she'd have more luck with the GOC…
Except she got mad at all the tests they wanted to do on her. They held her under suspicion because her access to their classified info was too thorough. Like what the fuck? Was she not supposed to do research on the company she wants to hire her?
Sam memory leaped, and decided that she would be annoyed with their secretive, over the top megalomanic asses, and switched employment prospects.
"Sup! Were gamers against weed!"
"Wait… so… you don't smoke pot?"
"No. That is just our name-"
"Goodbye. "
"But we do have an infinite supply of cannabis, yes…" said Esther.
"… do you give out samples?"
"Everyone gets 4 kilos. New members get their own tree and pot."
Sam looked disappointed, but then shrugged. She knew for a fact she didn't want to join… she was bad with technology… or had very little interest in the pointlessness of social media. If she wanted people to know she was pissed she'd complain to Falarith or Metatron. But memes were cool.
"Heres my card. Call me if-"
"Esther!" called harmpit,"Its the Greenhouse! Come quickly, all our supply, It's gone!"
"What!?''
Sam watched the woman step away. Sam walked out and left them to their own business with an impish, smug smile.
Esther's view went across the room… it was all gone, they were constantly giving out free trees weekly but away from the pot. As long as they had the pots, the maintenance of replanting and cultivation was
Empty pots. No. No pots at all were left. Not a single leaf or seed!
"What monster-" Esther spun around," Wheres that woman!?"
"Who? The one you were-"
Esther looked at the card, "Yes, her! Who else!?" completely blank until she flipped it to the other side,
"💋Thanks, bitch."
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Sams wide grin was evidently cheery when she stepped into the room one of many that with just a single thought she could store- nothing was in there the pots were gone, the plants, along with her future in questionable agriculture.
Sam hit open the door to Metatron's study in a rage."What the fuck happened to it!?"
"I returned them."
Sam growled."You son of a-"
"You can create your own why steal them?"
Sam was silent and crossed her arms.
"I wanted them."
"But, did you need them?"
Sam cocked her head to the side, "So? It's my business stay out of it."
"Code 34.D-"
"Oh. Fuck. C'mon!"
"Why don't you find your own healthier alternative to old habits?"
Sam drags her hand down her face."Okay…" she sighed with a release of shame."I'll keep looking… but what do I- work wouldn't even do it for me… there's nothing in the world anymore that can…"
"You have a good attitude. It's one that can fill your longing to teach others. If you let your self use it."
Sam rested her back on the wall."Yeah. You always know best… don't you?"
"Don't stop looking for it. If I ever did that, we all wouldn't be together, now would we."
Sam shrugged and disarmingly cradled her chest."I guess. You know, you sound like him, your dad?"
Metatron chuckled and smiled. Like it was okay like it was all going to be alright."Do I? Why would that be? I wonder…"
"Ha-hahaha-ha! Except your more expressive."Sam let herself sigh."
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She watched down below at her eliminated target, on the edge of the highest building in the city, too far for her shots to be traced and what would be considered out of range.
There was a witness she had also chased from this scene, far on his bike to another part of the city where now he lays dead — A foolish blonde with a daft case of teenage infatuation finally arrived, Sam lowers her aim through her endless scope far away. No matter the distance her hits never miss.
"This is quite the Angle."
"Fucking bitch you scared me!! And I didn't I tell you to shut up!? I hardly know who you are." The little girl told a woman with red hair like she would have. "You're not real! Leave me alone!"
"Doesn't mean I still don't care. Can you do me a favor? Don't go home tonight."
"Okay bitch. Hah. Like I'd ever believed you, you're crazy. Like I said I don't know you."
"Was it the same for everyone?"
The little girl grabbed her ears and shook."Ugh. Fuck off already!"
"If you go back you'll die."
"…really? What are you a record player?" her voice intoned deeply with sarcasm." You gonna tell me, something I've heard from someone else. Go fuck yourself and your pity. If I wanted charity I'd join the salvation army. Tell whoever sent you, up theirs." she yelled at her perceived delusion, morphing out her rifle and stomping past with a jaunt lean.
Back at her apartment, she found no sign of her 'Thoughtforms' foretelling.
"Yeah right, I don't see anything…"
Shut the door behind her. The little girl permitted herself relax, undid her cherry bobble hair ties, and stepped into the shower.
Afterward watering the room of plants, her only source of income, sometimes relaxation when she got high on her own supply.
In her room, she went to something pulling it out of the nightstand, apart from the many precious things she had taken, none would be as valuable as this. A ring with 20 black keys. Sam snuck them under her pillow and rested her head over them.
Outside on the Apartments payphone, the woman she thought fake, only in her dreams, in her mind told the jailors all about her, herself."…Yes. She's in apartment 17. Who am I? No one… Just a concerned neighbor. Please hurry… she won't last much longer…" she hung up and took one last look at herself until one week later when they arrived.
When she was already closed her eyes to sleep.
Smoke and window glass startles her awake one night, they subdued her, came in and took what she carried close to her when she was alive she fought back and felt herself loose touch in a split instinct of rage when the bullets hit her all at once, wetted her clothes and walls with a splash of blood.
Arrows on their badges went inwards. She never waited for the sun to rise, it was the moon who held her anticipation every day. Should she lay down now, would she like the way they saw her end?
She couldn't tell them how happy it felt, no, that she had wished for it, that to, and would have done so as well had she had the courage to die. But she was scared. Her hallucination, whoever she was, for all these years, warned her she would be brought back to life. Her uncle told her the dead should always remain dead. Her father told her to wait. So she held on to life. She was getting there, but in any other way, no other would amplify the joy of how it ended to protect what they gave to her for a promise. The purpose they had given in return for her to exist.
Life. Love. Hope.
Her world went black, everything cold, peaceful.
When she awoke she was forced by none other than herself to be the author of her own design. Over and over again until it could only be her who lead her to where she was at.
Sam smiled back up at the apartment in front of the phone booth… and went to seek out the one employer she had put off. To thank them with all intent of literalism for every contribution to her first death. She took this one seriously out of gratitude. Forged a life properly embedded in this reality, no longer fools gold, but a golden thread of fate.
"Samantha Rema Rose."
"Yes?"
"You graduated Tanaya Elementary, and from there were given graduation into Yorkshire Highschool, where you received your undergraduate degree from Brown University."
"Yup. I owe my big sister for paying for the tuition. Oh, you might've heard of her! She's a contestant on this season of Hollywood Idol. Or was. She won."
"You have family members?"
Sam sighed and scrolled social media."Yeah… but she's kind of high profile?" the researcher pulled in the phone and took a look, Sam continued, "I was wondering if that would affect my application position…"
"Her!? Your sisters A.J O'Day Rose?"
"Yeah. She changed it to Minx when she won."
The interviewer looked at her like she was purposely lying."But she won two years ago."
"She did?"
"I didn't know she had a younger sister…"
"Excuse me?"
"Sorry. I'm a big fan cause of my kids. I know she had a younger sibling… you can't be her, you look too young."
"Hehe. When you're trying to move out of the shadow of your famous older sister. That can be quite the task…" half true she was stronger than Falarith, but Sam couldn't dance, sing, or model for crap, at least not to her supernatural level. She had one hell of a stage presence. If she could she'd be doing that right now. She herself was smarter, but dumb compared to Metatron, Raziel, Lauaa and pretty much every initiator. But enough for people to annoy her with Dr. Whoo references.
The researcher, Sable, rubbed her chin."Tell you what. You prove it, right now. And fit in three autographs, and I'll organize you in for a paid internship. "
"Sure." Sam took back her Cell phone, went into contacts, and pressed the Name 'Big sis'
It rang for two dials, then someone picked up. Sable leaned in close to the speaker.
Falarith picked the phone off her vanity. "Yes, Sama-"
"Its HER!" Sable Squeeled, and took the phone from Sam, "HI! MinX! I love you!"
Falarith moved the phone away from her face, "W-who is this!?"
Sam snatched her phone back and gave Sable a grumpy look, she answered her sister."Sorry um," her throat cleared, letting Falarith know that this was a situation where their real names where not to be used."A.J I'm at a job interview, and you seem to have a fan."
"Really. That explains the screaming, may I?"
Sam handed the phone to Sable."Here you go."
"H-hi?"
Sam returned 3 days later with autographs and was made an intern at Site-001? Protection of an individual of a high profile relationship, required no interaction with a single anomaly. Besides she was just an intern bringing coffee to staff, handing every one thier checks, and the occasional autograph
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They moved her up and out of the site after two years and class B Amnestics in the guise of yearly Flu shots… they didn't work but she couldn't say that. There was a litigation code against breaking character.
As far as she was supposed to know, she had just been assigned to Site-73… now was the part where she tries to prove that she really isn't just the sister of a Pop Idol. And that her 3 masters degrees are made worth more of her merit. Screw their diplomacy.
…She was a desk clerk… good enough… occasionally the on-site MTF would have training sessions with the noncombative staff. Hardly anyone would show up, this was mainly due to Sargent Jackson. At least two heads taller than her, all muscle, looks like he eats babies for breakfast.
Sam remembers the first time she heard of him, was from her own intern Richard.
"You know the guys who rush into combat with chainsaws?"
"MTF-?"
"Yeah. He's the guy who taught them. Surprisingly, he didn't even demonstrate with chainsaws. He chopped the silicone torsos they use in half with just a punch."
"Really!?'' Sam chirped in excitement at the mental image."What else!?"
"The hells wrong with you!? That guy trains every division, and every guy he came from before him. I heard his Great great grandfather punched Hitler. He trained thee, Max Lombardi." It was too late to convince her not to, she was getting up to say hello.
"Excuse me!"
Jackson looked down. A youthful face of enthusiasm and adrenaline stared up twitching.
"The hell? What's wrong with your face?"
"Nothing! Just happy, sir!"
That was a first for him. Most emotions he gets are caterwaul and shit my pants."Happy for what?"
"That I'll be joining your training, sir!"
Jackson looked around to check if anyone else heard her, a senior officer beside him of Latin decent shrugged comedically.
"A'ight. You got any military experience?"
"Hells no!" at least, not in this life. In others… oh yeah.
Jackson's head shook. Not with her. He'd have to start from scratch, and there was no sign that she was worth doing that."You need experience have you ever even held a gun?"
Now it was time to lie."No… but I'm willing to learn. Wait, do glass bottles with a revolver count?"
"Let her in Jackson. Let her see what it's like if it's for her." said the man Sam had seen shrug earlier, "I'm Jose Sanchez by the way." he shook Sams' hand.
"Secretary Samantha Rema Rose."
Jackson groaned. Even her name sounded delicate." Show up next week at the training grounds instead of your early morning shift."
Sam stood her self straight, and let out a salute."Will do sir!"
Jackson squinted if he hadn't known better… he'd suspect her from lying just by the clarity of the posture.
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