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[ the angels ]

📍𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙸𝙰

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞. You were posing as tourists, as Nat held up a travel guide in her hands as you read through a map. 

The icy wind and snow were bad enough, and you both wore warm yet skimpy outfits to the bar. Whilst Nat was wearing mostly white, you opted to wear a fluffy maroon coat with a matching corset top and pumps, as well as a black pleated mini skirt.

"Zis is hostel, ja?" Nat squeaked, smiling as you grinned with fake wonderment.

 All the men inside snapped their heads to you and the girl, before cheering loudly as you faked a giggle. They beckoned you forward when suddenly, your eyes caught onto the most wonderful sight. Dragging Natalie with you, you practically floated towards the automatic bull. You quickly got on, helping her up before the bull came to life. Squealing, you held on for dear life, everyone around you staring as they applauded. You quickly nodded towards Dylan, then fell back onto Natalie, making the men closest to us holler.

"I am good at the bull, no?" you questioned, and the males replied with hoots and praise. You looked over in time to see a fat man fall onto the hatchet where Alex and your mission, Marshal Ray Carter, was waiting. Dylan quickly sat on it, muttering before it fell through. Alex and Ray climbed out as the two girls supported him. Suddenly, at the sound of a hawk squeaking, the mercenaries turned around, the music cutting off. 

The three stopped, glancing around. "Kill them!" the ringleader spoke in Mandarin, earning a chorus of shouts.

You and Natalie leaped from the bull, as you performed a somersault in the air. Nat landed on the chair as you fell in front, Nat, and Alex beside you, yelling a war cry. The men stared at you and the angels, receiving evil glares, before spreading apart, where a large man holding two guns stood. He began to cackle loudly with a crazed look in his sunken eyes as Alex muttered, "Plan B."

The man started to shoot rounds of bullets, and the four of you flipped out of the way. You grabbed ahold of Ray's hand, pulling him closer to you as you and the angels jumped out the back windows. Landing with a grunt, you and the girls proceeded to fall don the snowy hill, and the experience held too much remembrance. 

Shrugging it off like it was nothing, you and the girls ran off towards the huge stone bridge where tanks, trucks and large, wooden contained were scattered about in a careless fashion. You came to the front of the one of the trucks, punching through the window as Natalie repeated the action of the other side. You jumped, turning as Alex passed Ray's arm to you as hoj gently but swiftly lifted the man into the vehicle. Natalie started the truck, quickly pulling out onto the bridge. Your eyes grew in worry at the sight of an incoming tank. "Let's go!" the blonde yelled.

"NOW!" Alex shouted after, as the truck swerved right off the bridge. You let out a loud shout as you immediately stuck your arms into your sides.

Just moments after, you held onto the wing, but Dylan was behind you, struggling with her hold. You all shouted for her, and just in time, she grabbed a hold of your leg. You climbed inside the cockpit, taking a seat next to the marshal.

"I'm afraid I underestimated you guys," he apologized, looking at you.

"Yeah...that happens allot," you reassured, smiling.

Somewhere, a fire was crackling in a vast lounge room where a half-naked man lifted a cell phone up, offering it to someone. The person answered and a man spoke through. "It was four girls!" he said in Mandarin. The leader from Mongolia. "Four crazy beautiful girls. But we have the ring."

"I already knew this day would come. Let's go to Plan B." The voices that answered back was feminine and forceful, as she held up a gun which glinted gold in the firelight. 

Once upon a time, there were four very different little girls.

The Statemore High students cheered loudly as the progression of the football team and the cheerleaders ensued. Two kids held up the paper banner showcasing their mascot, Benny the Beaver, and they waited for the team to enter. But the music cut as the girl in the costume stumbled through the banner, ripping it to shreds before the football team had even come. The girl shoved the head off, revealing Natalie, a giggling mess. 

Alex, at the age of only nine, raised her arms as her coach instructed loudly, "Come on, Alex. This is the last pass. You can do it!" The girl nodded, before performing a sequence of flips and somersaults, ending it with an elegant stance. She received a multitude of 10's from all the judges, winning the World Gymnastics Championship.

Dylan spun around, looking at the crowd around her who cheered her name. Her face was smothered with white, blue and red face paint, to commemorate her stage name. Glancing down at her opponent, who already laid defeated on the mat, she flexed her muscles at the audience, before backflipping off the rink's roping fence, landing on the man with a hard grunt. The crowd cheered as she had won, again, and as the camera panned to her face, showcasing the winner, she screamed, "I want you! I want you now!"

"And that is why the environment should be better taken care of," Y/N finished with a smile. A huge crowd had turned up to the event: the National Speech and Debate Tournament. Waiting with her team, she shut her eyes in anticipation as the winners were read out. Finally, as she had expected, her name followed the announcement of first place.

Who grew up to be four very different women.

"No," the little boy whispered as he watched Alex through his glasses. She stared at him with a placid gaze, before growling. The boy flinched, before groaning as he dropped his head, Alex standing up in victory after winning the chess tournament.

Dylan made gestures with her hand to her friend, lips lifted into a pouting snarl before nodding. She shoved the helmet atop her crimped, orange hair, immediately revving the engine of the bright purple monster truck. It lurched forward, surging over-top three old cars.

"Okay," Natalie nodded, jumping over the cow's legs as she stroked the animal's swollen belly. She dove her arms into the cow, fishing for the baby. She soon found it, securing it with one hand whilst the other flew out of the hole, aiming it at one of the helpers. Due to the sudden movement, a shot of blood careened at his face, but he ignored it, listening to the girl's demand, "You, hot water." He nodded, retrieving the water as she continued, "Here it goes! Here it goes!" She pulled the baby cow out, leaning back into the hay as she hugged the calf, covered in blood and sludge. "There we go," she giggled.

"That's good!" Y/N beamed, holding onto the girl's hand. She was only about four years old, but her parents were certified surfers, so they wanted to their child to learn. "How about I show you?" The girl nodded, allowing the woman to grab her surfboard, and take it out onto the ocean. A wave was forming, and she quickly gained her balance on the board, riding across the tube, effortlessly gliding across the water.

Now, they work for me. My name is Charlie.