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"All those contraptions on the roof, you built those, right?" asked Five to Elliot as he searched the living room space of the shop we were in.
"Yeah, I've been tracking anomalies in the atmosphere. Just waiting," shrugged Elliot.
Five popped his head around at the word "waiting". Had these had happened before? "Waiting for what?"
"For the rest of you," I walk to Fives side and sit down on the couch with a sigh. "But, I gave up in 1955. Elliot here has been tracking them now," I pointed to the man who gave a wave. I then remembered something, "What have you got by the way? You haven't updated me in quite a while," I cross my arms, turning to Elliot.
"It all started in 1940. Y/n, dropped from the sky. My wife Eleanor saw it." I looked down when she was mentioned. "Then in 1960. I was in the middle of a sale when something very. . . strange happened. So, for the past 3 years, I've witnessed five energy surges in the alleyway out back," he concluded.
"Why didn't you tell me any of this?" I angrily stepping towards him while flashing my eyes f/c.
Five grabbed my arm, pulling me back. "Did you get a good look at any of them?"
"Yeah, the first one. And then the big, sensitive one."
Five and I gave puzzled looks. " 'Sensitive'? " repeated Five.
"Yeah, cried a lot, kept coming back to the alley, sat around for hours calling a woman's name. Uh. . ." Elliot pondered for a minute, then snapped once he remembered the name, "Allison."
"Luther," muttered Five to himself as he looked at the photos on Elliots wall.
"Yeah, he wasn't the only one. Uh, the others came too, off and on over the years, looking for each other. Eventually, they—they stopped," confirmed Elliot.
"So, our family is alive," Five gave me a smile. "Shit. I think I stranded them here. Now listen to me. . ." Five started walking towards Elliot, scaring him into falling over the couch.
"Elliot. Elliot. My name—" Five disappeared with a spacial jump. "My name's Elliot," he whimpered as Five spacial jumped in front of him, causing him to gasp.
"Whatever, all right? I got ten days to find them and save the world. Now, I need your help to do that."
Wait, 10 days to save the world?
What's he talking about?
"You need. . . my. . . You know what? I, uh—" Elliot moves out of Five's way and makes his way towards his desk, searching for something. "I always thought that this, uh, mugshot looked like arrival number four," Elliot handed a newspaper cut out of Diego on the front.
"Diego," Five whispered to himself.
"So then, that's helpful?" Elliot points to the paper.
"You have no idea. Come on, we're gonna get Diego," Five folds the paper and puts it in the inside pocket of his blazer.
He moved towards me and grabs my shoulder, spacial jumping us out of the building and onto the sidewalk. We were two blocks from the asylum and we started our journey.
"So, were you gonna tell me that the worlds ending in ten days again, or were you gonna keep it a secret like you usually do?" I question Five as I kick a rock on the pavement.
"I know, I'm sorry," he put his head down. "But, with the help of Elliot, we can find everyone to make sure they're alright. Once we get everyone together, then we can tell them and hopefully come up with a plan."
"Sounds about right," I nod. "What if we don't stop it this time?" he looks at me. "I mean—I know we have more time—and we have Elliot, but it's the sixties, Five. There are less resources for technology—"
"Y/n, you're stressing. . . I am too—but still, there could be a chance we stop this. Just keep faith," he opens the door for the both of us.
We walk inside and I look around the place. Nurses were moving past me with patients in wheel chairs and I could see the doors where they held patients.
"Come on," Five pulled me towards the front desk, "Hi, we're here to see Diego Hargreeves."
The lady in the chair turns towards us and states, "Relation?"
"Stupid brother," I respond, looking down and fiddling with my fingers.
"Go take a seat for a few minutes while the nurses call him." Five nods and nudges me, causing me to look up and recognize the woman.
"Aubrey?"
The chestnut brown haired woman looks up at me with a smile. "Ah, Y/n, I didn't even notice you. How have you been?"
I smiled. "As good as I can be. It's been pretty hard since she died. I knew you both were very close to each other." she nods.
"Yeah, we were best friends. How's Elliot?"
My smile fades. "I try to get his spirit up as much as I can. To be honest, it's getting a little easier," I shrug.
"Well that's great, pumpkin."
I turn my head around towards Five to see him crossed armed, sitting down and tapping his wrist, looking around the asylum. "Who's the boy?" Aubrey smiles, leaning her elbows on the desk and putting her chin on top of her palms.
I roll my eyes and turn back to her. "Someone. No one."
"Someone or no one? C'mon, Y/n, tell me. You know El would do the same thing if she saw you with a boy," Aubrey presses causing me to shake my head with a smile. "Oh, is he your boyfriend?" Aubrey raises her eyebrows a couple of times causing me to mentally facepalm.
"Hargreeves," A nurse calls, opening a door towards the right that showed the visiting rooms. Sighing in relief, I walk towards the door.
"This conversation isn't over yet, Y/n. I'll know!" Aubrey shouts as I laugh, closing the door.
We walk down a hallway, following a nurse as she shows us to a room. "Wait here, please," she points to the table with two chairs on one side and one on the other.
"Who was that? The woman that you were talking to at the front desk." Five asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Just Aubrey. She was a friend of El." he tilts his head to the side.
"Who's El?"
I shake my head. "Doesn't matter. Let me see the paper that Elliot gave you. I wanna read it," I quickly change the subject as Five clicks his tongue gives me the paper.
"Did this asshole really try to save the president?" I give Five a look.
"I know right."
The door in front of us swings open and we see a long haired, Diego walk in with a guard by his side. His hands were cuffed behind him and he had a shocked look on his face. The guard moved behind him to un-cuff him and moved out of his way.
"Y/n. Five," Diego sat down in front of the both of us. I gave him a slight smile and Five gave him a serious look. I was kind of happy to see Diego, knowing this is the first sibling—besides Five—that I've seen in. . . well, years.
"Hey, D," I spoke up and he gave me a smile.
"Hey, Diego. You look good in white," confessed Five to him.
"About time you showed up," he declared at Five.
"How'd you know I'd be back?" Five moves closer towards him.
"Because that's the kind of shit you pull," Diego turns to me. "And where have you been?"
"Looking for all of you. I've been here for 23 years Diego, you won't be seeing me wasting my time in an asylum," I cross my arms, lifting an eyebrow.
"Where are the others?" questions Five.
"They're not with you?" Diego interrogated. I place my head in my hands as I shake my head 'no'.
"We'll find them," Five mumbles under his breath. "How long have you been here?" I take my head out of my hands and look towards Diego.
"Seventy-five days. Landed in the alley behind—"
"Commerce and Knox," We all collide together as Five makes an 'I knew it' face.
"You?" Diego motions towards Five.
"Got here this morning."
"How'd you both find me?" he questions us.
"Page 16." Diego groans as I take the ripped newspaper article and place it on the table. ""Disturbed man with multiple knives arrested outside 1026 N. Beckley"," I turn the article piece towards Diego and he rolls his eyes. "That's Lee Harvey Oswald's house. Care to explain?"
He leans close towards us. "Let's just say Dallas Law Enforcement has not been supportive of my attempt to stop the assassination of. . . John F. Kennedy." I roll my eyes.
"Because it hasn't happened yet," Five advises him.
"And it's not going to happen. Not on my watch."
I start to give a facade, acting like I actually care and leaned back in, hearing his plan. "Look, I've been shaving down the bars in my room. Another day or two, and I'll be out of this place, then I'm gonna stop Oswald and save the president. You want in, say the word," Diego proudly smiles as I press my lips together, trying not to laugh.
"Listen to me, very closely, you gibbering moron," whispers Five. "You are not going to do a goddamn thing," he declares.
"Why not?"
Five then adds, "Because we have to stop the apocalypse." I nod in agreement.
"No shit. But that doesn't happen for another 60 years," claims Diego.
"Not that apocalypse. This is a new one. It followed us. I've seen it. Nuclear war, Diego, in ten days," Five explains as he gave a sad look.
Though, Diego starts to chuckle. "And I'm the one they locked up, huh? Fine, I'll play along. What causes it? Is it Y/n this time?" I raise an eyebrow at Diego and lift my hand up and down, making him slam his head against the table with my powers while Five snickers.
"I don't know. Maybe some looney-tuned asshole with a here complex tried to save the president and screwed everything up," Five sums up.
"So you're saying it worked? I saved the president? I knew I could do it," Diego cheers to himself. "Okay, okay, I'll help you."
"Thank god," Five and I both utter to ourselves.
"After I save Kennedy. And then you swing us back a few decades so I can slit Hitler's throat off with a butter knife," Diego gives us a psychotic smile.
"This is why you don't have any friends," Five spoke under his breath, causing me to snort.
"You know what? Guard. My brother is plotting an escape. The bars of his room have been shaved down," Five announces as Diego hurdles towards us. Five grabs my arm, pulling me back so I don't get hit by the guard that slams down Diego.
"Look, this is for your own good, Diego," Five tells him. "Listen, my brother is a very sick man," Five convinced the guard in a sweet innocent voice.
"No, Five!" Diego shouts in pain as the guard was hurting him.
"Hey, you're hurting him," I was about to step forward when Five held a grip on my arm.
"I only pray he gets the help he desperately need," Five tells the nurse that comes up to Diego with a huge needle filled with sleeping serum.
"Wait! Hey!" I shout to the guard as I try to move but Five holds me tighter.
"No, please! Not the needle! No! No! No!" Diego fought as the nurse placed the needle close to his arm.
"Stop!" I begged as the nurse ignored me, stabbing the needle deep into Diego's arm; his pupils dilating as he was put to sleep.
"Be back for you late, okay? Just. . . Well, nighty night," Five whispers into his ear then drags me out the room.
"What the hell, Five!" I rip my arm out of his grip as we walk down the hallway. "Why'd you do that?"
Five looks towards me. "Y/n, we don't have time to be worrying about our simpleton, annoying brother right now, alright?"
"You don't do that to family, Five. You help them. You don't just leave them. You could've at least spared him some." Five grabs back onto my arm as I hiss in pain.
He immediately stops what he's doing and let's go of my arm. Looking down at it as I move look at my skin, seeing that there's a huge purple bruise now forming.
"Great! Thanks, Five. Look what you've done," I rub my arm and open the door that connected to the waiting area. "Bye, Aubrey. I'll visit soon," I brushed past her quickly moving towards the door.
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We soon had found Luther location soon after we went back to Elliot's. Once we received an address, Five spacial jumped us there. Believe it or not, the place turned out to be a strip club. Before walking inside, I pulled Five to the side with my eyes glowing a vibrant f/c.
"If you so much as look up from the ground, I'll kill you in front of everyone. Got it?" I point a finger towards him as he nods his head.
"Gotcha," he looks at the ground while directing me inside.
The club was crowded with a ton of older men. Some had cigars in their mouths and were drinking while others were watching the stripper, whistling at her dancing. Not noticing where we're going, Five started to direct me to the front of the stage.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?"
Five grabs my hand. "Best seats in the house."
As we sit down, I wave my arm away from the crowd, making an illusion in Five's eyes so that all he sees is pitch black. "Hey! Why did you do that?" he whines.
"So you don't look at anything," I rip my hand from his.
"Are you jealous?" he smirks.
I scoff. "No, just being per-cautious. Ya know, your childish eyes shouldn't see that at a young age," I state.
"Then undo your illusion if—"
I see Luther coming up behind us. "Ooh, Luther's coming."
"She's too young for you," Luther spoke to Five, leaning over his shoulder.
"He can't even see her. I blocked his eye sight," I reply, snapping my fingers removing it so he can see.
"Nice to see you too, Luther," Five glares at me while I put on a sweet smile.
"What do you want?"
"For you to stop hovering like an ambitious stripper and sit down with us," Five responded as Luther sits down on the free seat to Fives left. "How long have you been here?" Five turns to Luther.
"A year, thanks to you," Luther gives an annoyed look.
"I'm sorry Luther. I know that couldn't have been easy," Five tells him.
"I thought everyone was dead," he hisses then looks behind us. "I gotta go," Luther gets up from his seat.
"Luther, wait—" Five steps up, grabbing his forearm. "Look, I get it, okay? I know what it's like to be stuck in time. . . Thinking this is how you're gonna live out the rest of your life. On the run, and not knowing if you're gonna see the people you love again, and to be in an unfamiliar world. But, Luther you're not alone. We have to find the others because the world ends again in ten days. We have no idea how to stop it."
"I don't give a shit," Luther begins to walk away.
Can I kill him?
Y/n, no. Actually, wait for my signal.