FATE VS LOVE

"Faith...?" she heard a voice from a distance away say her best friend's name. She turned and looked around to an empty parking lot. Faith was Hope's best friend growing up. Faith has kept her company through all her time alone. Hope couldn't stand the reflection of her own self, it only reminded her of everything she will never be able to live up to. Faith on the other hand always had a way of grabbing her by the hand and skipping her way through that phase of her life. Whether it was because she was a child in an adult's world or because she was a teenager in a child's world. Faith had always come up with a way to enter in at just the right moment and then without a notice she had been ripped away from Hope's life. Hope, an agent at Galaxy police was waking herself up early everyday. She had heard that her department had a new branch opening up in the Time Stamped Projection Department. It had only been labeled Fate. Hope had applied interviewed and was supposed to find out the answer soon. So she had been getting up three or four hours early to prepare. She doesn't exactly know what to expect from the position but, she remembers every question the interviewers had to throw at her. So she prepared secretly with what she thought was a secret language of f**k you. She prepared ruthlessly in gaining introspection into the dialect of a long time forgotten language. The Art of Woo, was what she had originally thought of the systematically set whirlwind of emotion that came along with the era. The language in question had long time existed on many levels so silent, some of it though had a ring to it that increased and decreased in the melody of conversation. Surely she had enough experience at this time in her life to catch on to the pop and clicks that her boss swore it would be the death of his laughter and the light in his tomorrow. Hope never really understood one person she had ever met until him, when she met him it changed the way she looked at yesterday. For that patter of beating hearts and butterflies that rang in with the dead language since the Sound of Silence Era. Being introduced to the language was like a shock to her core function, almost subtle blue energy that appeared wildly from out of nowhere when the language played on the recorder gotten from the Library by Blaize, her current commander in galaxy polices galactic detective squad. Hope had been sentenced to community service in that department many years before Blaize took the job as lead detective. After her community service was finished for the apocalyptic mistake of another person solely blamed on her by means she couldn't prove her own innocence so she did they best job she could and faced the fury that came with the charges praying every day for the miracle of the blessings of a clean name that belongs purely to her without the fear that the lines that carried it to life would be cursed, torchered, or hurt from the mistakes that belonged to another in the first place. Hope had been GooGled over her boss since the day he walked through the door. He was insincere. He was hard and criticism was his own sort of explanation. Blaize and Hope had many times talked of his arrogant and selfish ways for a beginner in the first place. Gifted the job as a coming to Jesus meeting with the family who trained him without the permission of the current owner in the first place. They only let him take the position because the drifter hadn't seen much of the introspect as far as they were knowledgeable about and thought it would be an easy road to wash out after putting the company's financial risks under his belt. A stupid reason for a person to bond secretly with a blue haired cocky rookie. Hope had a secret adoration of her boss though she had also thought his stupid sinister plan was easy to detect. She figured it would get him more than just arrested sooner or later. Someone else had to have seen those ribbons leaving his office she had thought. She always checked around very carefully on a few different levels before she put her hand out to so carefully grab the ribbons and dance them through her finger tips. She had just instinctively known how to read the language not knowing what it meant she played the stupid card so she could gain her own intel on the situation before she put down her guard for a long time questioning and the most expected behavior of being at fault for whatever it was they were conversation about anyway. She was surprised however to find out that there was a lot of intel about herself. She was terrified instantly for her past, present, and future ties that bond her to her life here at the agency in the first place. She had surely thought they had found out her AWOL position in her past life. Maybe they knew she was on the run. Maybe they knew what she had taken and to whom and where they where. She couldn't help but read on. Until she hit the part that said, Fate. then said new department and she then thought okay maybe it's just the men of missions being men out on a lamb. "For what lamb though?" she accidentally said out loud. As she accidentally spoke to her boss's door and began to open she dropped the ribbon as quickly as she could and turned back to face the monitor in front of her. The monitor was still stuck on the screen saver as she quickly picked up her pencil and began to doodle down current info that would hold value on the work force of a new generation of homelessness. The information seemed like meaningless information to the untrained eye. Scribbles of dated and timed activities on a device similar to the M.E.D. com they used during sting operations. Not a lot of their people were allowed to use tech after the Rein of Fire. The tech they used now were only in top tier positions in certain corporations which brought snail mail to a driving head in the social addiction phase of apocalyptic recovery after the technology was removed. As Hope fumbled over her written words she noticed that her boss, Dementioned, as they like to refer to him in the employee lounge was now heading straight towards her. She was feeling a rush of many emotions. She couldn't help the con man's jitters. That she had expected but the butterflies and heat flowing to her face were a surprise. Not to mention the way she couldn't help but slow time to watch him walk her way almost as if she were fondling her most favorite VCR. A primal invention they brought back to the public after the social out break of letters and stamps started slowing into the rush of formal dinners, hi class parties, and the everyday get together of groups of friends just trying to have a good meal together. Dementioned, looked both ways scanning the office in slow motion with his glittering blue hair gleaming and tossing gently from one side to another allowing the light to hit it perfectly as he amused by the scene kept walking straight towards her. Hope began to notice him noticing the time stand still and she raised her hand to God and flipped him a bird and said kind of aloud "I thought we were passed this... God, you said you wouldn't circle of love me again?" As she let out an embarrassed sigh Dementioned staring at her with an amused look on his face motioned with a head nod towards her hand still in the air and she quickly dropped it down. Nobody would possibly understand God and hers close relationship. She thought anyways as she whispered "skitzo effective hands?" she shrugged it off quizzically and asked without hesitation, "What can I do for you, Rex?" Smiling still for a moment he began to explain his mention of her to the new department's head and that she was up for an interview for a bigger amount of compensation than she currently was receiving with the position she held now in the office shuffling paperwork and stealing office pools in the employee lounge. She grinned devilishly at the man calling her out in front of her face. Intrigued by his designer hair and his green tinted skin that was almost shimmering to a deeper blue then green as the light hit his face. He rocked his alien roots everywhere he went. You could definitely tell just from the mermaids in the history books where he'd originated. If he was asked he'd only answer, "My roots go deeper than the sea.". God she secretly admired his bravery in ways that made her squill deep inside like a groupie of a movie star's fate. She responded quickly to the lecture of the pools before it could ever leave his mouth almost as if she predicted the words he would say and responded, "I would never."