[center][h3][color=39b54a]Emily, or #2[/color][/h3] [/center]

Number Two frowned. Quit fooling around? Antoine never knew how to have any fun. All he cared about was fine art and classy ladies, or whatever. When Antoine was distracted with the sombrero, #2 stuck her tongue out at him and smirked at her own sillyness. Placing the hat back on the shelf she waited, her eyes wandering around the shop. Eventually, the person they were supposed to be meeting arrived and she was nothing like #2 expected. Pink hair, school girls outfit. Couldn't have been out of middleschool. Which retroactively made Antoine's comments about beauitful women and tasteful company all the creepier. Humans weren't like #2. They weren't full adults until they existed on the earth for 18 years. Before then, there brains were all mushy, stupid, and innocent. Not like #2. The little girl was older than #2, technically, but #2 was far more developed physically and mentally. As far as humans went, most of them were stupid until they were in their 30's. Thirty actual years on the planet. Far, far too long. A third of their life, most of the time less, wasted on being mushy brained juveniles. Not like #2, who had a long time left to use her intelligence and her youth. 

Well, hypothetically speaking. The little girl called her a pet and like always, #2 had to comply. So maybe she didn't have as much time to make use of her advanced development after all. Most of her life had been executing upon various shadow schemes #2 couldn't even begin to really care about. Probably some plot to rule the world or whatever. Silently, #2 wondered what it would be this time.

The child asked about her growth, and #2 just smiled. She could see it in their eyes. When someone knew who #2 was, they always treated her as lower than themselves. Just a tool. A creature. This child most likely saw #2 as a baby, which couldn't have been more than 5 years ago. Before #2's brain was developed enough to develop conscious memories.

Soon, they were all plotting their evil schemes in the alleyway like the bunch of deliquents they were. Number Two wished she had money, so she could buy that cowgirl hat. Antoine got that creepy look on his face, and apparently this child was coming along with them. If they're captured, #2 is dead meat. That's how it always is. The Promised Child is always first to die. Despite how rare they were, they were always expendable. They probably could just make more. Who knows how many of them were out there? Her heart ached as she thought of her brothers and sisters, but she had to push the thought out of her head. Antoine says he'll kill himself too but she always suspected he would do anything to save his own skin. Either way, it didn't matter. If he really was a true believer in whatever cause they were fighting for, #2 would have even less respect for him than she already did.

They probably wouldn't tell her what was in the bag. It didn't matter what they were fighting for. #2 was just expected to go along and kill whoever they wanted. And she did. She always, always did. It was just how life was for her, and how it always would be. She clapped her hands together and rubbed them excitedely. Her heart rate beginning to rise, because this could be it. This could be the time #2 finally bites the dust. She knew it wouldn't be, but...it could. That made it a little exciting.

[color=39b54a]"Right. Just say the word, I'll murder whoever the fuck you want. Men, women, children, cute little puppies."[/color] She said with faux-enthusiam. #2 wasn't exactly dressed to kill, but hey, make do with what you got, right?