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Color of faith	By : Vilmary Category: +1 through F > Codename: Kids Next Door Views: 4982 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10 of colors of faith: Serendipity

A/N: Well, this is it, I know, I know: Last chapter must have raised a lot of questions… On it! *salutes* I want to thank Gabbie first, without her inspiration this 5/Heine could have never happened; also I thank the one who originated this exchange even more. *waving* see you in the sequel!

(Cleveland, Day 1)
Numbuh One was very nervous about all of this, he had never really endangered his team before and as he heard the adults were willing to do monstrous things, they HAD to stop them or else the slavery of children would be ensured forever. They had reports of refugees that had to be taken into custody already because parents untimately demonstrated the little they cared with attempts of horrible things; Nigel knew this would only be the beginning.

(Rainbow Monkey Island, Day 1)
The plants were never trouble for Heinie, he had a way with fauna when she got in his way, and today his machete was especially eager. He didn’t feel like he was doing the right thing but Abby was telling him it was for the best or something and besides, he couldn’t take his hatred for life so far could he? He didn’t need to let this happen. Abby was right, he shouldn’t let this happen. However he should have known, it would have saved them so much pain to know that Abby was following behind closely asking herself a similar question.

(Cleveland, Day 1)
Hoagie looked into the eyes of the official offering the pistol ‘Just in case’ with absolute mockery, he the scowled and ignored the item, sitting on his plane with a “Don’t INSULT me” Hoagie soared through the skies, blood boiling in pure lust for what he was getting; a piece of such much aerial adult activity he thought he’d be a bit sick at first, but when he saw that Ace kid do his first stunt his sense of competitive fire told him “You’re home’

(Cleveland, Day 1)
Wally’s elbow connected with something as he leaped over an adult soldier, he smiled wickedly grabbing the adult’s seriously cool gun in his smaller hands. He wondered if Moonbase’s “neutralize” order could be bent a little… He hit adults with it over the head a bit until he saw another kid bend that rule, this from Ernie?! Oh no, now he had to BREAK it! He thought with a smirk. “Just like videogames and simulation! This is so cool!”

(Moonbase, day 1)
Supreme commander was warned about 65.3 times about the dangers from this from numbuh 100,000 Wait; or was it the other way around? She was supervising it all from her place in moonbase, it would all go ok, if the adults stayed like this… They WOULD… Wouldn’t they? Fanny gave her a worried look when she mentioned this all, now she stood by her; loyal Fanny: She’d stay there if she lead her to death, they all would: and that was exactly what she was afraid of.

(Moonbase, day 10)
No, things didn’t stay the same. She’d lost so many kids the numbers made her want to hurl: She didn’t sleep, how could her? Guilt would never allow it; she should have never let this happen. She remembered seeing the first bomb fall from her place in her bridge and lamented it didn’t fall on her… The first of so many, too many, in fact. The adult capital was not truly in all it’s power since they neutralized Father; heh, “neutralized” sounded like some twisted joke, the kid in charge of doing it decided a gun would do the trick. She didn’t anticipate adults to be so hateful so fast. She should have known maybe at least her brother would have been saved, as well as her kids.

(Cleveland, Day 10)
Why was there so much fire? The place seems to be burning up. What happened to home? Where did that go? Ah yes, his precious Treehouse; Hoagie mourned once more, they’d pay for it, they did every day that passed, even if one was longer then the last he’d been making them pay, for the Ace kid and for Abby who the better half of him hoped she’d still be missing somewhere and not in the debris he suspected her to be.

(Raibow Monkey Island, Day 10)
The roaring thunder of the guns added to Heinie’s frustration as he tried to make math and notes in the strange pillar they found days ago. They needed one thing to start this one thing only and Abby decided that as long as it never happened it would all be ok; but he wanted it all to happen so badly. Ah well, it never would because Abby’s resolve to toss the stone key they worked so hard to obtain into the ocean condemned it all to hell. What was left now was to return to civilization and see how it was all fairing, by the sound of it, it may have crumbled already.

(Cleveland, Day 10)
The days were getting heavy for the infirmary, Kuki had to tend to Wally so often she learned even to predict what wounds he’d bring next, it was very minor most of the time; he was lucky, very, very lucky. She didn’t predict their luck would push them as far as retirement but it was there.

(Moonbase, day 62)
Rachel didn’t look to numbuh one’s face; she couldn’t after she’d secured the remaining of the children’s lives with a pathetic resignation. She FELT pathetic, the only kid that she knew would be insane enough to be proud of her was the red-head standing by her and she was insane enough to claim she’d see her dead ‘daddy’ behind the glass when she washed her face in the mornings. Rachel had done that to her; she’d done that to so many children that this peace treaty disguising a slave sell seemed enough to make it stop; so sad it was that she had to hear the wake-up call in form of Fanny’s horrified screams that morning in the bathroom.

(Moonbase, Day 62)
Abby simply waltzed into the decommissioning chair where a new decommissioning officer pulled the lever; she never thought she’d end with the age of decadence in the KND. This day would be truly sad for her team; in fact poor numbuh three sho had to find solace in Numbuh one’s shirt as Numbuh four patted her back. Numbuh two looked apart from the rest. However something happened before she could come out of the chamber. She thought her only memories would be Candy hunting, pirates and, if lucky, her happiest years with Heinie; but she was informed that she would not live that kind of joy, instead she’d wait… Wait and see how her friends lost their memories of her while she followed Maurice’s footsteps instead… Fitting, fitting…

Life had gone on for all of them, she would watch them from when she had the chances as she ascended to try and fight for all they had lost those days: Day after day she’d be subjected to see the plan of adults win them all out, the wars, the open way they moved made each day for the KND even harder, open persecutions would intimidate potential supporters and eventually the successor of Father appeared, and it was worse then she feared, it was them, it was the once that were once children, it was the fear and control that small uproar of a mere seventy days that brought the downfall of children’s race. Even the once legendary sector V, which was once the source of hope and support for so many children, became corrupted by adulthood. She was sent to investigate them but after he capture by Gilligan and a heated discussion that ended up in fists and pain and a mere “And I think I’ll just go to Cree now, no?” With cold calculated words that stung so much, especially because of all that it implied, all the memories that showed; that broke her to see this had become of him.

However not everything turned out so wrong, someone was there all along, someone who would wake up in the morning and warn her that her day of rebellion would bring her pain during that day only to say he was proud of her when she went to sleep. He would usually sneak a chocolate into her pocket before she left, yes she’d noticed but it made her day so sweet to know he’d cared enough to do it, she’d only thak him for the chocolate after she came back.

Even that day that she did not come home and he received no thank you for his chocolate, just a call from a new institution that further intimidated child-supporters telling him his Abby was sitting in one of her cells to greet him with one eye missing marred by years of fighting, Heinrich simply smiled at his “Abigail” it didn’t really matter anyway. Besides the only upsetting difference this made in his mind was that the kid whose rights this woman tried to defend so much would see so much less of her: And how he was going to tell Leopold at all. That could wait. At least, to his relief, the government would stop trying to kill her when she’d be here, but trapped like a bird? Oh no, he knew exactly who he WASN’T voting for next year. He thought in sheer anger. This calmed down when Abby decided to take his ascot to play with it in her fingers.

As he left the institution he noticed he had left it; maybe he’d come pick it up later, with Leopold too! Speaking of the kid, he wondered, where is that boy again? He asked himself this as the group of armed “KND’ Members practically flew by him fast enough for him not to see their faces.
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