Unfunny Super Eyes Chapter 8: Chapter 8 Rooftop

Read chapter 8 of Unfunny Super Eyes by DaveyPagonzaga on NovelPedia.

She was a goner. She was already dead. And she was getting angry about it. Her obituary was going to be stupid. "It's with great regret that we announce the passing of Kid Earth, beloved sidekick of M Earth and member of the T.W.I.S.T. A stupid but pretty girl, if only she had done what was told of her instead of insisting on coming along on a suicide mission, the kid would still be alive. A memorial service will be held, though there will be no viewing as her body is currently rotting in Augment City. There will be snacks." Kid Earth sighed. A lot of what-ifs are going on right now. What if she had stayed with Agent M when he ordered her to run? What if she had doubled back to attack the pinstripes from behind? What if she had run out of the city instead of moping around? Pushing herself up to look at the now rising moon, stars were beginning to show in the night sky. In another place, it would have been pretty. Suddenly, her wristband started to vibrate, and before the first ring could finish, she pushed the communication button. The voice that came through was a bit scratchy, 'come in Agent K, are you-' 'WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!' The girl shouted, unloading all her hysteria. 'Outside city limits. There's an abandoned-' She cut in again. 'I am still inside the city M! It's dark now, and we failed! The mission is toast! Where are you? I'll rendezvous, and we can explain to HQ how trigger-happy this place is. Maybe they'll send another team, or we can request more back-up.' A brief silence. Kid Earth prayed that her mentor would agree while he considered the options. The scratchy voice came again after a click, 'that's a negative Agent K.' 'WHAT?' 'The mission is too important. Before the stripes ran me out of town, I got to confirm the suitcase's contents, and it's worse than imagined. It isn't just some special equation. It's Math. It's ALL of Math. If we don't get that suitcase back, the entire world's going up in flames.' Street lamps down below were beginning to light up. As an agent, Earth knew that these were orders and not friendly banter. She pressed fingers to the bridge of her nose, sucking in air to prepare herself. 'What was inside again?' ‘Math. Pure and unadulterated. I'll signal for back-up remotely, then join you in the city again. In the meantime, get a head start on tracking down the case. Petty thief ran with it. Short, male, dark curly hair. We'll talk more later. I need to move before they find me. Over and out.’ ‘WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!’ The signal on her band cut out, and try as she might, Agent M was no longer picking up the phone. Exasperated, Earth cried, ‘how am I supposed to find!-’ She almost jumped over the building's edge at what she saw. Down below, a short male with dark, curly hair. He was wearing a mask and walking through the street, a blue suitcase, now wrapped in what looked like an entire roll of duct tape, in hand. The boy looked jittery, constantly checking over his shoulder and shifting the case in his hand. Earth couldn’t believe her luck. Where was he going? It didn’t matter. She was about to jump down and tackle him when a roar of laughter echoed. Around the street’s bend was a patrol of pinstripe thugs. They were talking loudly among themselves. The boy heard the laughter and did a whole 180. Walking away as fast as he could. There was an alley, and he was going to disappear. You’re not getting away! Earth leapt off the building with a sprint. Getting into a fight was going to be worth the risk if it meant completing the mission, As she soared through the air, her body melted, color fading, skin softening, and blood thickening into a gray soup that landed with a SPLAT right in front of the boy.