We arrive back at home and immediately start to rush in. "Come on! Let's go!" I tell them.
"I don't think they're breathing," Luther carries Allison while Diego and Klaus carry Y/n.
"If we don't get them upstairs, their gonna die," Klaus panics as I open the door and rush upstairs.
We put them on the medical tables and Grace checks Allison first. "She's suffered a severe laceration to her larynx, but for Y/n, it torn through her stomach and almost towards her heart. One of you will have to give blood," Grace tells us.
"I will." we all say.
"I'm doing it for Allison, only Allison," Luther says, showing his wrist.
"Really? You pick now to be cocky about this. Two of your sisters are dying and you only care to care about one. Wow. Wait till Y/n hears about this." Diego rolls his eyes.
"I'm afraid that's not possible, dear boy. Your blood is more compatible with mine," Pogo explains to Luther.
Klaus stumbles over, starting to lift up his sleeve. "Hey, don't sweat it. I—I got this, big guy. I—I love needles."
"Master Klaus. Your blood is. . . How shall I say this? Too polluted," Pogo told him.
"Move," Diego tells Klaus. "I'll do it."
Grace takes out the needle and Diego passes out on the floor, causing us to all sigh.
"Stick him."
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"The bastard that nearly kill our sisters is still out there, with Vanya. We need to go after her," Diego paces around the room.
"Vanya is not important?" I claim and Diego whips his head towards me.
"Hey, that's your sister. A little heartless even for you, Five," Diego lectures.
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I wake up on a medical table and feel pain on my stomach, and the memories from the night before flood my mind.
I look next to me and see Allison on a table with stitching on her neck and Luther beside her, holding her hand, not even caring about me. "Wow, you care for me so much." I grin, sarcastically. Luther looks at me and gives me a fake smile, turning back at Allison, only caring for her.
Wow, so much for being an amazing brother.
They never cared about me anyways.
Only he did.
I get up off the medical table and see 3 pills next to me along with a glass of water.
Probably from Mom
Downing the pills with water, I leave the room to go change out of my bloody clothes into a new outfit.
Now dressed and ready, I walk down towards the living room to see if I can find anyone, and see Klaus, Diego, and Five having a small meeting.
"You can't make me." Klaus scoffs.
Diego throws a knife towards his private area, but I put my hand out and stop it a millimetre before it can hit. I walk up to the knife, grab it, and throw it back at Diego, making it stop between his eyes. "You should keep your knives with you and stop trying to murder my favorite brother." I smirk.
"I'm glad your alright. I was so worried about you." Five rushed up to me, giving me a hug.
"Don't worry I'm okay," I assure. "Luther didn't even bother to check on me or anything. He just watched Allison." I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, he also only cared for Allison when we were at the cabin. He said, "who cares about you" and wanted to leave you." Diego frowns.
That made me roll my eyes.
"Well, it wouldn't be the first time you all left me, so I've gotten used to it. Well, besides the point, Klaus, get up. Lets go get Vanya." they all scrunch their faces. "How many times do I have to say this? I have mind reading. Lord!" they all mutter an 'oh' and leave towards the car.
While walking out the door, Five pulls me back into another hug, "I really was worried about you," he takes hold of both of my hands.
"I was actually kinda worried about you too. How's the shrapnel wound?" I gesture to his wound.
"It's good. Everything's fine now that your here." he pulls me into a hug but stops when we hear snickering to see Klaus watching the whole thing.
"Come on love birds, we have a sister to save." he turns around, "Diego! You owe me 20 bucks!" I scoff and we make our way out of the academy to the car.
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We arrive at Jenkins's place and find him on the ground with multiple sharp objects impaled into his chest. Dead.
He looked like a porcupine.
"It's not exactly what I was expecting." Klaus leans down to look at the body.
"The understatement of the year." Five looks closer.
"No sign of Vanya." I walk into the room.
"Let's get out of here, before the cops come." Diego tries to get us to leave.
"In a minute." Five takes out the eye he has been carrying for years, and puts it into the place where Harold eye patch was. "Same eye color, same pupil size. Guys this is it. The eye I've been carrying around for decades, it.. It's found it's rightful home," Five confirms.
"We got the guy we needed to kill to stop the apocalypse," Diego states.
"Yay! Let's go," Klaus cheers, turning around to leave, but Diego and I pull him back.
"No, no. Wait, wait. It can't be this easy. Look, this is the note that I got from the Commission. The one that says 'PROTECT HAROLD JENKINS' aka Leonard Peabody. But who killed him who did this?" Five looks towards us, clenching his jaw.
I start remember the night before—how Vanya had powers.
It wasn't her fault.
She didn't understand her powers.
She didn't know what she was capable of.
Everything starts to sway and I grab onto Diego's arm. Five grabs me and spacial jumps me to the academy and sits me down on my bed.
"Are you alright? You seem pretty shaken up."
I get up and close my door, not wanting anyone to hear what I'm going to say. "Sit down." he sits down on my bed and I sit beside him. "Harold Jenkins didn't slit Allison's throat and my stomach." he gives me an unsure look.
"It was Vanya; she has powers. It wasn't her fault though; I promise you she didn't mean to. She doesn't know how to use her powers and she's not use to it. It was Allison's fault," I blame. "she rumored Vanya into thinking she was ordinary and then her emotions got the best of her. Allison was about to rumor her again, but then she slit her throat."
He looks at me in confusion, trying to put the pieces together. "I didn't want to tell the others because I don't know if they'll believe me. But please, don't tell them."
Five nods and we both go looking for Vanya around the academy. "No sign of Vanya," Five says as we move near the stairs where Diego and Klaus were.
"She's not in any of the rooms," I say.
"Well, I'm out." Diego leaves.
"Wait. Wait. Wait. . ." We try to stop him.
"Where are you going?" Five asks.
"Vanya's still out there, and so are Hazel and Cha-Cha," I implied.
"I know. I'm gonna get my things and then I'm outta here. I got unfinished business with those fools." he leaves towards his room.
"Hey, did Dad say anything about the apocalypse when you spoke to him?" Five asks Klaus who was leaning against the railing of the stairs. "Any clues as to how it happened?"
I lift my head towards Klaus. "Wait, you talked to Dad? I thought you weren't able to conjure someone in years?" I smile a bit.
"Yeah. I conjured him. I got clean. Found out he killed himself," says Klaus.
"Oh, well, cool. I guess." I mutter under my breath.
"Oh and, no. No clues. Truly terrific shave. But no clues."
"Jeez," Five mutters, grabbing my hand and dragging me down the stairs with him.
Klaus starts to ramble about what Dad told him and I really don't care. I get snapped out of my thoughts to hear glass breaking and to see Five grabbing my hand again bringing me to the bar.
I didn't even notice we were downstairs.
Sitting down at the bar, Five goes behind the counter and start throwing ingredients into the blender. Including alcohol, lime and lemon, along with a green alcoholic drink. It looked like he was making a margarita.
Turning it on, then noise fills up the room as he grab three cups along with three straws and umbrellas. Once the drink was finished, he turned the blender off and poured the drinks into the cups, sliding one to me.
He places his drink next to me and spacial jumps up to his room, grabbing his ashy ass doll and bringing her to Five's right side. He pours her a drink, adding a straw and an umbrella as well.
"Well, do you think we really did it? Think we actually stopped the apocalypse?" Five asks Delores as I chuckle, pulling a cigarette out of my pocket, lighting it, placing it in my mouth.
"Now what?" he asks Delores. "I don't know. I'm open to suggestion." Five got interrupted when someone knocked on the front door. I was about to get up, but Five stopped me. "Eh, I'll get it," he groaned, walking to the door.
Walking back to the bar, Hazel joined beside him. "Hiya, Hazel!" I greet. "Oh, are you here to kill us or. . ." I gesture to the gun in his hand.
"Oh. Shit. Sorry. Old habits." he puts it away. "Well, I can understand why you might feel that way, you know. . ."
Five sits back down beside me as I exhale smoke, ready to listen to Hazels explanation. "Well, you attacked our house, tried to kill my family, and kidnapped my brother." I nod in agreement.
"Well, there's not much I can do about the past. I'm not the only killer in this room." Hazel looks towards Five who looks down. "You got your own bloody history, pal."
"Speaking of which, that job you did in Calhoun, that shit's legendary. Can't believe I'm actually sittin' here talkin' to you, after all. . ." I start to laugh, putting out my cigarette on the side of the bar table.
Such a fan boy.
"Hazel, why are you here?" I question, taking another cigarette out of the pack and lighting it in between my lips.
"Well, I'm, you know—" Diego comes up behind him and kicks him in the back, causing him to grunt in pain.
"Diego, stop!" Five grits through his teeth as I roll my eyes.
Boys.
"Get up!" Diego demands, as he got Hazel onto the floor and they continue fighting.
"You know, before you kill him, you might wanna hear what he has to say," Five utters as they continue to fight.
"I'm gonna kill you for what you did to Patch," Diego seethes.
"Or don't. See how that goes," I exhale smoke.
"Are you gonna—" Hazel yells towards Five who was as cool as a cucumber. "Come on!" Hazel screeched as Diego grabbed a knife, stabbing him in the leg, making both Five and I inhale sharply.
"That's gotta hurt."
They both start fighting again, throwing punches and what not. Until, Diego gets onto Hazel back, biting into his neck close to his neck. Five, now fed up with this horrible fight, put his drink down and spacial jump towards the two, smashing a glass vase on Diego head, causing him to pass out on the floor.
"I draw the line at biting."
"Hazel, whatever you came here to say, I suggest you make it quick," I gesture to Diego. "before he comes round."
Hazel stand up straight. "I left my partner, quit the Commission, came to volunteer."
Five looks at him weird, "For what?"
Hazel brushes glass of his shoulder. "To help stop the apocalypse."
"Hm," Five chuckles in the mist of sipping his drink.
"What on earth could be so funny to you right now?" Hazel asks.
"Before he answers that, why do you wanna help him? Whether or not us?" I lift my chin.
"Let's just say I have a vested interest in a doughnut shop."
Aw, cute. It's for love.
"Well, I hate to break it to you, pal, but you're a day late and a dollar short," Five told Hazel. "The fact that you're here right now means, without a shadow of a doubt, that the apocalypse is over," he confirms.
"Really? How do you know?" Hazel asks in disbelief.
"The mark is dead. Found him this morning. You were the last known unknown left in the equation."
"Shit. Really?"
Five nods. "Mm-hmm. And if you're out, then Hell-rider ain't riding."
"Oh!" Hazel takes a deep breath. "All right," he cheers, moving to my left. He leaned over to grab the blender cup, taking huge gulp of the intoxicated drink before setting it back down. "So, now what?"
"You know, to be honest, I don't know." Five sighs. "I've been chasing this thing for so long, I—I never really thought about the day after." Five chuckles. "I don't know. What about you?"
Hazel sighs. "I'm done with all this madness. Time to start over. You should do the same." he looks over to me. "So should you, pretty lady."
I smile and nod my head, putting out my cigarette on the floor, crushing it with my foot.
"That's easier said than done," reply both Five and I.
"It doesn't have to be hard. I mean, think about it like this. If you never time traveled, you never got caught up with the Handler, what would have happened?" Hazel buzzed.
"I guess I would have grown up to be an emotionally stunted man-child like everybody else around here." I chuckle.
"Well, there you go. Now you can grow up. You both can. Good luck." Hazel begins to leave.
"Hazel." he turns around. "One more thing before you go," Five requests. "Shoot."
I look down towards Diego. "Which one of you was the trigger man for Detective Patch?"
Hazel shakes his head. "Trigger woman."
Five sighs. "Huh. That's too bad."
I nod in agreement. "That gun could have cleared our brother's name."
Hazel pulls his guns out of his back pockets. "Well, today's your lucky day, amigos. Take 'em both." he sighs, setting them on the bar table.
"I'm done with this life." he takes his leave.
"Bye Hazel! I'm expecting an invite to the wedding!" Five chuckles as we hear the door close.
"What are you gonna do, now?" Five asked me.
I sigh. "Well, maybe leave." he whipped his head towards me. "The academy. Not the country. I wanna get out of here. To many bad memories, things I need to. . . do. Someone I need to find. Could use your help by the way."
He gives a look. "Who do you need to find?"
I take a sip of the margarita. "That's for you to remember," said I. "If you can't, there's no point."
Five hums. "I'll work on that."
"There isn't a way," I say to myself. "What about you? When you get. . . physically old enough—you gonna move out?"
"Maybe. Don't know. I was wanting to talk. To you," says he.
"Well—" placing the margarita down, I sigh. "you are now." I chuckle. "What do you wanna say?"
"I wanna start over."
I tilt my head. "By leaving?"
Five shakes his head. "No," he placed his hand on mine. "with you."
I pull my hand away and put my right elbow on the bar, placing my chin on my palm and look towards the assassin. "Elaborate."
"I mean, if it ain't quite obvious, I've taken a liking to you."
I give a small grin. "Is that so?"
"Yeah," he nods. "And I want to take things. . . to another—I don't know, level?" he slowly leans forward.
"And, what kind of "level" are you talking about," I mockingly lean forward too.
"I don't know. . . I mean," he slightly tilts his head. "I like you, you like me—"
"Never said I liked you."
"Mmm," he hums. "didn't have to. I can see the signs."
"Oh, really? Can you?"
"Yeah," he nods. "So, what do you say?"
I turn away from him and twiddle the straw in my fingers. Wiping off the dew from the side of the margarita glass and wiping it on my s/c skin. I look towards him in the corner of my eye to see him giving me a cocky look.
I look towards him. "You really have me behind the eight ball, don't you?"
He nods.
I exhale. "Alright, fine. You've caught me."
Five smiles and reaches for my right hand. I allow him to take hold of it and he placed a kiss on my knuckle.
Grunting, Diego finally regain consciousness.
"Shit."
Five and I both sigh. "Good, you're up. Ready for a drink now?"
Diego springs up to his feet. "Where is he?" he looked around for Hazel; only for Hazel to be nowhere to be found.
"We let him go." Five sips his margarita.
"You what?" Diego leans forward.
"Now that the apocalypse is over, it's time for the fighting to stop."
"Hey, he didn't kill Patch," Five spoke.
"His partner Cha-Cha did." I shrugged.
"So what? They were both there that night."
Five faced the guns. "This half of the partnership gave me both of their guns. Which will clear you, because the ballistics will match Patch's crime scene."
I look towards Diego. "Hazel came here looking for a way out. He wanted a fresh start. And he happened to have in his possession the one thing that could do our family a little good. So it's time to move on."
"Not a chance." Diego scoffs.
"Suit yourself." Five sighs, picking up Delores. "I am curious." Diego ears perked up in interest. "Your girlfriend, Patch. What did you like about her?" Five moved towards Diego, holding Delores.
"A lot of things. Cute butt. Nice legs." I roll my eyes, moving my hand a bit and wacking Diego on the back of the head with my powers.
"Anything a little more profound than that?" scoffs Five.
"She believed in people. No matter how much shit and filth she saw on the streets. She always saw the good inside."
I get up from my seat. "Well, I'm sure she'll be proud to know that you're killing Hazel and Cha-Cha as a way to honor her memory."
I leave the room, leaving Five and Diego behind. Guessing Five was about to follow me out, Diego stopped him asking, "What do you like about her?"
My ears perked up in interest as I hid behind a wall, wanting to know what he was gonna say.
"About who?"
Diego scoffs. "You know who I'm talking about. Y/n. What do you like about her?"
There was a moment of silence before Five answered the question. "I don't like anything about her."
Well damn, that kinda hurted.
"It's because I love everything about her. How could you not? She's funny, sweet, and anything I could ask for." I smile, turning away and moving upstairs.
While walking towards my room, I see Allison walking around. "Allison, you're awake." I give her a hug, "Where are you going?" she takes out a note pad and pen, writing down something.
'Follow me.'
I follow her downstairs to the elevator towards the basement. Once the elevator door opens, it reveals a long hallway to the vault that I was stuck in for 15 years to only see Vanya on the other side crying. I gasp, running up to her, but Luther held me back. "I'm not letting her out."
"Oh, my God! What is wrong with you?" I try to get to the door to let her out, but Luther keep pushing me back.
"No, she stays put. She hurt Allison. She sliced her throat."
I scoff. "Is that all you care about? Allison? I was there too, but you don't give a shit about anyone else besides her. You wanted to leave me and let me bleed out. You wanted me dead. You could care less if I died. It was Allison's fault anyways, she knew Vanya had powers this whole time and she rumored Vanya to make her think she was ordinary!" my eyes turn f/c and I try to go towards the door but Luther forces me out of the way.
This time I had enough.
My eyes glow dark f/c and f/c mist come out of my hands and I throw him against the wall. I run towards the door, trying to let her out by twisting the door handle. Luther gets up and hits you over the head with a brick making me pass out.
While that happened, Vanya was crying; yelling out my name. Luther threw me over his shoulder, carrying me out towards my room, locking the door as blood came down my head.