The Versatile
Chapter 1

“As if you have to make a decision right now!” a woman's orders to a girl. The woman was wearing faded clothes. Originally the shirt was red, but now it looks pink.

“No it's too risky! I can't!” answer the girl. Her face was pale and her blond hair actually revealed herself to look like a ghost.

Then the girl turned around. His face showed confusion. He didn't know what he should do for now, but the woman kept urging him to make up his mind.

Not long after that the girl sighed softly. She pulled her hair that covered her eyes.

“Alright, we'll do it. Prepare everything now! I leave after sunset,” orders the girl.

“Ya, killing him will fix the situation.” The woman smiled cunningly.

The woman immediately left him. Now the girl looks worried. The woman had made him take a decision quickly, yet was it right? Even the girl was unsure of herself what to do.

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“Hazel, don't daydream while studying!” miss Britney's voice resuscitates Hazel from the daydream. The teacher stood next to his desk giving a sharp shot.

Hazel turned to Miss Britney, but she looked back at the school yard ignoring her teacher as if anything in the school yard was more interested than listening to her teacher in class.

“Sorry Miss, but it looks like our school page is already filled with a bunch of cops who are now starting to get into.” Hazel was still facing the window. This time all his friends followed the direction of his daydream. And Miss Britney.

I don't know what's going on at her school, but Hazel thinks that something terrible is going on. When everyone was busy looking out the window, suddenly their classroom door opened. A man in his black coat approached Miss Britney.

The man whispered to Miss Britney. All of his students stared at him with fearful and curious looks. Hazel looks calm in her chair. He knew his father had a high position in government, but that didn't mean it was for him. There could be a high-level emergency and everyone needs to be evacuated.

Miss Britney nodded, signalling she had understood what the man was saying. Not long after that Miss Britney started talking.

“Miss Skylar, can you come here for a minute?” miss Britney orders gently.

Now all his friends were staring at him. It was as if Hazel had just made a fatal mistake that required her to be called into the principal's room, or worse, expelled from the school. Hazel was silent for a while, but she came to her senses and immediately approached Miss Britney.

Without saying a word Hazel picked up her bag and ran out. Her tears started to flow little by little. What Miss Britney said earlier, it was clear that bad things had happened to her family. Hazel is not so sure, but she has to make sure that nothing is bad.

The men in black uniforms followed Hazel from behind. Hazel kept running and went to the back of the house to pick up her bike. Beloved bicycle. The bicycle his father bought on his seventeenth birthday.

Actually, he had been provided with a car to get to his house. But he always doesn't like sitting sweet in the back like a spoiled kid. Hazel started pedaling her bike, the sooner. Now the men are also following Hazel in their cars. But Hazel pedaled as fast as she could. Her tears are coming out now, but not much.

When he got to the front of his yard, Hazel dropped her bicycle. The yard was filled with flowers to mourn. Hazel ran while on the path of her yard. Everyone was waiting for him. Including his mother who was crying in front of a box.

Hazel approached her mother slowly, then stared into the chest. His father had been lying stiff and pale. But there was something his father held. A necklace with alphabets pendulum, two letters are fused together, HS, possibly meaning for Hazel Skylar. Hazel took the necklace and there was a piece of paper attached to it, her father's handwriting was very clear. This may be his last handwriting. Hazel started crying again, this time louder than she expected.

His mother hugged him tightly, people began to fall silent and looked at the crying Hazel. Hazel was still crying in her mother's arms, and soon she ran out and left.

He picked up the bike he had just dropped on the ground. The men in black uniforms followed him again, but this time Hazel did not want to be followed. He wanted to be alone and contemplate. Only themselves.

So he should try to pedal faster. But the car was faster than his bike. Of course, a luxury car with a speed of two hundred and forty kilometers per hour compared to a bicycle that was only five kilometers per hour. So he decided to get into a narrow alley so that the car could not follow him. And that effort paid off. Those people just stayed in front of the alley in annoyance.

Now he doesn't know where to go. He has no direction and no purpose. Now he's in a park. Hazel sat in an empty chair. His gaze was fixed on someone he seemed to know. His face was familiar. A few seconds later he realized the person was similar to him. His face is almost the same as his. But he was sure he did not have a twin brother.

He kept staring at the guy. Without realizing it, the people who had been chasing him had been behind him. They wait for Hazel, asking her to come and get in the car. Hazel refuses, but her arm is grabbed by one of them. Even Hazel doesn't know what their names are.

He was never done that way by his father. Even if that man did something like that to Hazel he would fight her. And for a while Hazel was calm, but then she punched him in the face.

The man looked young, but he did not know how old he was. After all what he cared about now was to go as far as possible. Everyone in black clothes was now chasing after him. He entered the subway on his bike and the men were still chasing him. A train is coming to a stop and is leaving soon. Just before the door closed Hazel got in on her bike.

The men were silent to see Hazel leave. And Hazel waved her hand with excitement. Actually, he doesn't know where this train is headed. Hazel just sat holding her bicycle. His face bowed, thinking of his recently deceased father. Now he was getting sleepy, so he leaned his head against the window. His eyes began to slowly close.