The purple-haired girl's brow remained furrowed throughout the entire process. She sported a shiner in one eye for resisting arrest. Leeloo would've complied without any objection had the officer been nicer, but after the stunts she pulled at the police station, he was in no mood for pleasantries. Despite a few murmurings under the deputy’s breath, it was an uneventful car ride. She contemplated escape several times over. A stick of polymer clay, or heck, even a marker would do the trick. She reached for a random art tool in her pocket. Then the consequences began floating over her head like weighted phantoms.
She thought about her parents and her two little brothers, and then she thought about her sister out there in the front lines. What would the government do to them if she ran away? And where could she possibly run off to? Leeloo knew enough about Japan’s intense policing and border checking. It was meant to serve as precaution from the moonmen, but it felt more like it was intended to keep close tabs on people. She overheard the stories about families disappearing overnight for unknown reasons. Her father once told her they were just being relocated, but never explained why. Her mother never commented on the matter. In any case, Leeloo wanted everyone safe from harm, and a selfish attempt to run from her problems just wasn’t in the cards for her. She knew she was in the wrong for causing the police department’s infrastructure to implode, and she was willing to atone for her mistake. But at what cost?
Leeloo observed the odd spectacle before her. It was a live demonstration between some broccoli haired coin thrower and a real moonman. She’s seen photos and videos before, but never was she so up close and personal. This is what Ruby is up against? Leeloo’s concern for her sister grew exponentially as the powered girl fended off the monster. Her seat was much further back, but she was afraid it might go crazy and start attacking the audience. Without her art tools handy, she never felt so vulnerable in her life. To Leeloo’s amazement, the girl singlehandedly defeated the monster.
The show was over, and with it, came the director’s proposal. There really wasn’t much of a choice. Leave and have your memory wiped, or stay and become a fighter like broccoli hair. How much of our memories will be wiped clean? What guarantees did they have that we won’t end up with permanent brain damage? And if we stay and fight, will we ever see our families again? A swirl of doubt, confusion, and frustration filled the auditorium air as children were forced to make life altering decisions within the span of three minutes. Her big brown eyes scanned the exits as several kids were getting up to leave. She felt the temptation gnawing at her bones to follow suit. Just as she was about to stand up, she stopped in her tracks. she thought about the fight between the moonman and the girl. How her sister Ruby was out there with no superpowers, fighting these monsters day in and day out. Could Leeloo turn away from all of this knowing she could help in this war? That maybe she could turn the tide and bring her sister back home safe in the process?
Thoughts continued to snap at her, pulling and pushing her around until she forcefully stood up and walked out into the aisle. Just as it looked like she was about to head toward the exit, she swung around and marched toward the stage. A tall girl that was much older than Leeloo got up and bolted toward the main entrance sobbing in frustration. Leeloo took her seat in the front row, furrowed brow still intact, and crossed her arms.
