Fifth Avenue

Wisdom is in a rage everything in her office has been thrown around in her fit. Nobody dared go near her when she was like this. Her last plan to get Hartley had failed along with one of her crew being taken into Fifth Avenue, Wisdom knew she was supposed to be the bad guy but anyone who ever found themselves in Fifth Avenue’s imprisonment never came out again, at least not all of them.

Wisdom shivered and gripped her metal leg, flashes of her old husbands angered eyes when he had finally found her, the yelling, her screams and her old leg. She clenches her fists and lets out a scream of anger and grabs the last full box on her desk throwing it against a wall.

Papers fly everywhere and a photo sticks to the wall making Wisdom walk up to it, she picked it up and inspected it before loudly calling “TECH!” her voice echoes through the halls of their small hideout and soon the small boy comes running into the room, the look of fear obvious in his eyes.

“Y-yes boss” he says standing straight and Wisdom hands him the picture, his eyes slightly softening as he sees it. It was him with an arm over Kit, both of them were laughing.

Wisdom chuckles “I see you still care about him” she says with a sickly-sweet voice.

“N-no boss” he sighs dropping the picture and looking up to her “he means nothing to me” Tech gulps back any tears that were forming.

“Good” she smiles before grapping his face “Is it true that you and your brother share the same abilities?” she asks and Tech nods unable to talk as his mouth was being crushed together “And you both got them around the same time?” she asks removing her hand and moving to her desk.

Tech shakes his head “I got mine two minutes earlier boss, we originally thought because I was 2 minutes older” he answers honestly and Wisdom nods.

“You’ve been a lot of help kid” she says smiling as she turned with her sword in hand.

Before Tech had time to react Wisdom plunged the sword through his chest, his eyes grow wide and he looks at her in confusion “It’s all a matter of business” she says with a smile as she quickly removes it “Nothing personal”.

His small chubby hands go to the gaping wound in his chest, he opens his mouth to speak but no words came out. He stumbles back and slides down the wall leaving a trail of blood as he does.

“I’m sorry Kit” he quietly whispers as his eyes close and his breathing ceases.