Past Walker

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“Mr Miller?” She can Kinda hear the agent in the back of her brain space, like in the other room while taking a shower. Something Happened. And when she says that she meant that she was stuck. in Rewind. For the past half hour.

“I must request your presence for Agent Myung.” And then it Kinda statics out. She watched, sat on the ground, watching the building age, people pass her at lightning speeds, the changes flitting past her. When was she? The 1950s? maybe?

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Listen so being ‘adopted’ per say by someone like Will wasn't going to be easy on either of them. Khloee had a temper. She builds walls like no other. So when Will was insistent on something Khlo wasn't, things got heated. When they got to campus in Wills truck she got out as soon as possible, Left for a long session in the studio.

And Ruminating wasn't the best thing she could be doing with her time. So when Santiago, someone she met in passing as wills friend, came to pick her up and not Benny, shit continued to heat up.

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This sucked dick. Something went wrong on the last mission, and now for lack of a better word for it, she was being hunted. The government liked keeping their cards close, so when she was known to be one of them, they went into panic mode a little. So no 'unsecured’ apartment, no college campus permission, almost no dog untill khlo swiftly beat that point into oblivion.

How the fuck was she supposed to do art school online any how? and now the Sargent was talking up the mission to the guy who was baby sitting her for the foreseeable future. She was drawing dogs from memory. Being tracked also meant no phone...

“This is your Cargo. Keep her safe.”

Looking up at the guy and the sergeant she stood, moving to put her sketch pad in her backpack and place it on her shoulder.

Will was a strict son of a bitch.

No drinking that, stop staying out so late this, ya know?

So, Benny became the cool uncle. She could always go to his place to cool down after some disagreement. Even bring spoon too, in his little red wagon she walks him in because she cant afford a dog wheelchair.

“Your brother is such a dick sometimes. I've seen so many people die in slow motion, after all the shit i been through, havent i earned a glass of wine after a hard mission?”

[txt] i can’t do that but like. thanks.

[txt] nobody knows who i am any more. its complicated.

[txt] my name is peter. idk if i said that already.

[txt] Sounds like it sucks

“Didn’t exactly expect a seventeen year old to be attending a military consult at the VA, now did I?” Will shot back with an amused expression on his face, leaning against one of the desks that had been previously occupied. 

“What are you even doing here? You can’t join until eighteen and why would you want to if you’re entering your- wait. Your last semester at college?” He repeated her words back to her, eyebrow raised in impressment as he nodded his head.

“Question still stands. Why?”

She guessed it was a little refreshing to have someone completely clueless as to who and what she is, Mostly she was stuck in the bubble of handlers and men trained to deal with her and government therapists and... yeah.

“Okay let me lay this out for you because apparently a) you didn't get my file or b) you didn't fucking read it, so lets un pack.” pausing the timer, she places her phone on the desk, and gets her feet off the desk. 

“I'm a mutant, right. and not in the chimera sense like, can see the past, mutant, right? As soon as i started showing my powers the military scooped me up, made me a ward of the state, put me in a special facility, and put my 6 year old ass to work”

@retrocognznt​ asked:

“I’ve seen the same kinda white crew cut soldier boy and heard the same propaganda ass shit about leaving the government after I get my college degree so, I’m gunna give you 5 minutes to make a interesting argument.” -Khloee to Ironhead 

“Seems to me that you’ve already got your mind all made up, ma’am. Why do you seem to think that by hearing anything different I have to say… why do you think it’ll change a damned thing, Ms… what’s your name?” Will said, smirking at the young girl who was clearly not really even paying attention to most of what he had just said to the people in his course. 

“How old are ya? Shouldn’t ya be in school, kid?”

Immediately as he started speaking, she slumped back in her chair, her feet up on the table and actually started a timer on her phone before going back on it, getting ready to hear the riot act for like the 17th time this week but instead...

“oh the good cop shit okay ill bite.”

[txt] hi i would die for spoon [txt] I feel slightly better that mays number went to you [txt] just feels shitty it was only a few months ago

[txt] that makes two of us lol

[txt] dude it is shitty tho.