The Versatile
Chapter 2's

The noise of the train tracks wakes Hazel from her sleep. He quickly reflected in the mirror to see his messy face. He had been asleep for quite a while and now that his train had stopped, he didn't even know where.

Hazel took her bike out. His face was a little wrinkled, so he decided to go to the bathroom first. His face was completely wrinkled as he looked in the mirror. Now I see his blackened eye bags under his eyes. Then he washed his face with water and then cleaned it with tissue.

His stomach is starting to feel hungry. Since this morning he had only eaten a loaf of bread without milk. His black watch looks like it fits him. It shows he looks brave. It was now almost three in the afternoon and he had missed his lunch hour.

Hazel reached into the pocket of her pants. Time and time again he could find two twenty dollar bills. But he actually didn't find it. This time he looked in on her, but it was the same that he did not find a penny of money. He forgot to bring his wallet.

So Hazel just ducked out of the subway holding her hungry stomach. The moment he arrived at the top step, his path was blocked by someone. All he saw from below was his smooth black shoes. And he knows who it is. It must have been the people who were chasing him.

“Oh my god, how did you guys know I was here?” Hazel asked and a few seconds later she came to her senses. His side had been stuck to a small, flickering object. It's a tracking device, of course they can tell where it is.

“Oke, you won. I'll come with you guys. With one condition.” Hazel bites under her lips, a sign she's thinking. “I want you to buy me a big burger with extra cheese!”

“Alright, but you have to keep your promise!” said one of them. He's the guy Hazel punched earlier, Hazel could faintly see a slight bruise on his face.  Among others, it is the man who looks the youngest.

“Just calm down, I never broke a promise.”

Then one of them went to buy Hazel's order. But not until the man crossed the street did Hazel call him.

“Hey! Drink it, don't forget. Extra large yes!”

Hazel really used them. But he would not break his promise either. After all it was his last choice, he had no money. Even now the phone has started low bat.

Hazel waits for her order in the car. And people who he thinks are weird ―people in all-black clothes, like spy agencies or hitmen― are just waiting for him outside. They look stiff by just standing outside and waiting. Hazel doesn't like this either, she thinks she needs someone to talk to.

“Hey, you!” he told one of the men standing by the door. “Ya You!” his orders while rolling his eyes.

“What's up?” tanyakanya. His tone sounded very stiff. Hazel could feel that.

“No, I just want to ask what is your name?”

“Is my current name important?” ask the man back. Hazel doesn't like it when she asks, but the guy asks her back. Even if the guy is older than him.

“Okay, does it matter now that I sit here and just shut up?” ask her back cynically. That question certainly made Hazel win a landslide. The man also doesn't want Hazel to run away again. Because it just troubles him.

“Spencer Ford. You satisfied?” then he closed the car door.

“I just asked, was it wrong? These guys are really shitty. If only I hadn't been hungry, I wouldn't have gone with them.”

Hazel plays with her hair. He's upset, but he doesn't know what to do. Usually if he's upset he'll punch the guy. But not this time, those people were certainly better than him. They are physically trained. Hazel only mastered a few fighting moves.

It's mid-August, but the weather's not too hot. From the outside he could see the person who had gone to order his food. He had a bag in his right hand and a cold drink. This is what he's waiting for. His stomach started screaming. The man opened the car door and gave it to Hazel. His eyes were mocking, but he didn't care. Now he's ready to gobble it all up.

“What is this?” while opening the car door and spewing food scraps in his mouth.

“That's the order you asked for!” spencer said in a harsh tone. He was a little angry because of earlier, but he did not intend to scold her.

“Not! The one in it? Did you put pickles in it?” Hazel asked as she looked at the man who had bought her food.

“Yes, do wear pickles. Wh why? You don't like it?” Ask the man.

“I, a‐a‐a.. pickle allergy!” his words began to stammer. Now his skin is burning. That was how he felt when he ate the pickles.

“Oh no! Look at his pale face! Quickly take him to the hospital!” said the other guy.

“No! It's been too long! Our time is running out, we have to take it to versatile!” spencer's face is getting serious.

“Yes, we also have a doctor there. Maybe they can treat!”

“Alright! Quickly we leave!” spencer's orders.

Hazel just fell silent in her chair. He can't do anything. Spencer's next to him, but he still looks cold. Even when Hazel was dying. Hazel had this experience about five months ago and from there she found out that she was allergic to pickles.

He was having dinner with his family. Of course in his order there is a pickle. Hazel ate it then, at first she started to feel nauseous. Then his skin started to burn and he finally felt dizzy. Her mother and father were panicking. And they took Hazel to the hospital.

At first his mother thought he was poisoned, but when examined there was no toxic content of the food. The doctor said Hazel was allergic to the pickles she ate. And it is already in high altitude, if not treated immediately can reach death.

Hazel was still silent, now she was sweating. His heartbeat began to be irregular, he also had to try hard to draw breath from his lungs. Spencer begins to worry about Hazel's condition, then he takes his phone out of his pocket. Hazel could only hear a few conversations, but the point was that someone in the phone had to prepare medicines for her.

Ten minutes later they arrived at a building. Hazel closed her eyes as people tried to get her out of the car. He could still walk, but he could not feel the ground he was treading. Someone in white clothes approached him. It looks like a doctor, but it's not a hospital. Then there were a few more people in the same clothes from behind him.

Hazel closed her eyes. At times like this he was thinking about the death that might come today to him. Hazel still closed her eyes, a voice in her ear keeping her awake.

“Hey! Hang in! Stay awake! Open your eyes!” spencer's voice sounded soft in his ear. His voice was not like the voice he had just heard, it sounded very soft.

Hazel opened her eyes. Spencer was right next to him. Her smile was perfect. Which girl is not captivated by him. But Hazel doesn't attach much importance to it, she's dying right now. This might be his last day to see such a perfect smile.

The sound of people wandering around him kept him awake. He also did not want all this to end. He forgot his mother was waiting for him at home. Even this morning he had not been able to say goodbye. So the thing including the sense he was thinking about right now was to keep breathing.

A woman approached him. Carrying a syringe and injecting it through his arm. Hazel began to feel nausea that had begun to disappear, now approaching her again. And the dizziness in his head became so. Her skin was no longer burning, but she began to feel sleepy approaching her. And he fell asleep for a while.