(A/N: italics are Filipino but Idk Filipino so I used italics)

To be a Hargreeves was painful in many ways, but being a Hargreeves out of time, well that just was the cherry on top. Or at least in Five Hargreeves very humble opinion — not that he's a very humble man!

His life was now a blaze of death, guns and blood. Take a life to keep his own, over and over again. Five had ripped apart families, possibly ruined time in order to keep his life and follow the rules. It was sick and twisted, but he had signed on for a five-year contract.

A few months had passed since the making of his contract. Exactly seven months and he was given a task to kill a Filipino family who lived peacefully and quietly. However, the Handler had been very sure to tell him not to kill the child, Olivia he believed her name was, a bizarre coincidence.

Never did the Handler come on such journeys, but today she had. There were two tasks, but the Ramos family she had been very particular on.

He couldn't tell what the Ramos family had done that was wrong to the timeline. Their lives were not particularly interesting and did just as everyone else did . . . they went to work, came home, looked after their daughter . . . they did everything a family was supposed to do. Everything his family didn't. Sometimes he would wonder if they went looking for him, if his siblings ever waited up in hopes of his return.

Angelica and Gerald Ramos were ordinary people that became a victim to the Handler's greed. Her desire and attraction to power brought pain to a four-year-old girl.

Olivia was a small child — it was hard to believe she was four, with a small frame and fragile looking build. It seemed as though simply poking her would shatter her into millions of pieces. Olivia was the kind of child that ignored the danger and wandered around like she was invincible — maybe she was invincible.

Despite Olivia's ignorance of danger, the Ramos were a paranoid family. Each day they lived in fear that someone would take away their miracle child, their child who could do magical things.

Angelica and Gerald were right to worry about their daughter. They were right to fear the world around them, the people they met and the faces they passed by.

"My little doll, are you ready to come and eat dinner?" Gerald called out, placing down the plates of food that he and his wife had been making. It wasn't often the whole family could have a full meal, but he would always make sure his child and wife were fully fed before he'd touch the food.

He stood behind his wife as she began poured water into the jug. Gerald wrapped his arms around Angelica, placing kisses on the back of her neck. Angelica giggled, turning the tap off and turning around in his arms.

She pecked his lips as Olivia popped her head out from under the table, the table cloth awkward placed over her shoulders and gripped in front of her neck.

"No, mummy, daddy, that's gross."

"One day, my little doll, you'll love someone and do gross things."

"No." Olivia giggled, crawling out from under the table.

Gerald crouched down to his daughter, smiling as she stood up, grasping his shoulders and placing a kiss on his nose.

He picked her up, twirling her around, causing childish high pitch giggles to erupt from her mouth.

Angelica picked up the camera, taking a blurry photo of the father and daughter. They documented everything, scared that one day Olivia was going to slip through their grips. One day, they feared, the world would be set on fire and only their little girl would be left fractured and broken.

Angelica was glad she married someone like Gerald. He stuck with her despite her being infertile from a freak accident when she was a young teenager. Despite their dreams to grow old and have three children and lots of grandchildren, he stuck with her when the hundreds of attempts proved to be pointless. Dreams that they had since they were sixteen.

Olivia was their miracle child. A child conceived despite the odds. A child that had one hundred percent of Angelica's biology and zero percent of Gerald. Yet the man loved her dearly because there was no way his wife had an affair, since he had been with her on that crazy day she just appeared pregnant and in only a few minutes had a child.

Gerald placed his daughter in her designated chair as head of the table. Maybe it was the small things that started her god complex.

"Here's to another day of living," Angelica whispered to herself as she sat in her chair to the right of Olivia, Gerald sitting to the left of his daughter.

"Here's to one more day," Gerald said, catching his lovers words as he filled up each of their glasses (or x-men cup for Olivia) with the water from the jug.

Gerald and Angelica turned to Olivia as she turned the cup, causing the character of Magneto to be facing her. She giggled at his red helmet, before turning it over to Quicksilver, grinning brightly.

Silence echoed through the house. A silence that made them feel endangered — like someone was watching their every movement, waiting to attack.

The silence was a warning. A warning neither Gerald nor Angelica got. Two singular bullets penetrated the air, moving to rip through the skin of the two lovers.

That night Angelica and Gerald were shot dead as Olivia stared at them, confused why they were bleeding and slumped in their chairs.

Angelica and Gerald use to pretend to play dead after teaching Olivia exactly what to do in these situations. Run without looking back. Run as far as possible.

Olivia didn't think this time was any different to any other day. She is, after all, just a little girl.

She didn't think to turn around as she flicked her hands and opened the highest cupboard, moving her hand and making two plasters come and land in her hands. She smiled, slipping out of her chair and climbing onto the one next to Angelica. She placed a large plaster over the would in the centre of her forehead.

"Silly mummy!" She giggled, placing a kiss on the plaster.

Yet, she still hadn't noticed the man and woman watching her with curiosity. An innocent soul wrapped in power was still pray to the predator like woman who wished to take her for her own.

She clambered down from the chair, running over to her father, climbing onto the chair and placing the plaster over his shirt — the same area his heart would be.

"Silly daddy!" She giggled again, placing a kiss over the plaster.

Olivia kneeled in the chair next to her father, taking notice of the white-haired man and woman. She furrowed her brows, her eyes slightly narrowed as she judged them.

"Hi, I'm your mummy's friend."

Olivia blinked at her, not understanding what she said. "Pardon?"

The Handler sighed. "Silly me." She mumbled, coming to step over to Olivia. "I'm your mummy's friend." She reached out to Olivia.

The little girl slapped her hands away whilst a childish giggle left her lips. "My mummy doesn't have friends."

"Her secret friend."

"No," Olivia stated, shaking her head. "My mummy wouldn't lie." She was adamant that she was right — and she was right. "Secrets get you hurt." As evidence to her words, she prodded the plaster over her fathers wound.

The Handler couldn't help but find amusement in the child's worlds and honesty. "I've come to save you."

Olivia may have been a four-year-old girl but she was smart, just as she was raised to be. She wasn't the kind of child fooled by shiny new toys and sugary treats, she may have been a curious little girl but she was still cautious and rarely allowed to leave the company of her paranoid parents.

"No." The child said again, shaking her head. "I'm safe here, thank you."

"Yes." The Handler cut the child off, placing a gloved finger over her lips. Olivia stared at the finger before trying to bite it. "Agent, you can leave the room, check for witness."

Olivia tilted her head, hopping down from the chair and wandered over to the fridge. She opened the small door and pulled out a packet of mango and apple juice boxes. She walked over to the older man, holding them out to him.

Five looked at the child before looking over at the Handler. Only a minute ago he was about to scout out the small rundown apartment but now he was looking down at a four-year-old and a packet with mango and apple juice boxes.

"Open it." The child demanded, shoving the packet closer to him.

"Go ahead, it may be our way to get her to come. She doesn't seem to trust me."

The silent man placed the gun in his hands down, taking the packet from the child and pulled out one of the juice boxes and handed it to her.

Olivia giggled and grinned, taking the juice box into her tiny hands. She left him holding the others, placing her one on the table before stepping over to the drawers. She moved one of her little hands around, making the top drawer open and held her hand out.

Olivia Ramos waited patiently for the scissors.

The Handler looked over at Five as he placed the rest of the juice boxes on the table.

The scissors came to her hand after clattering around in the drawers. She slammed it shut before rather dangerously climbing up the head of the table chair and onto the table.

She sat cross-legged and cut open her juice box. She placed the two down, using her hands to guide the juice into her x-men cup without touching either of them.

The Handler smirked at the girl.

"You have power."

"No." The little girl denied. "I am God."