Love of a Psychopath

Run Boy Run

A/N: You are shorter than Five in this, sorry if you are taller than him normally like me :)

Five's POV

Flashback

    "During extreme weather conditions, a climber must possess the wisdom to determine..." The voice of a man on a record stated as a bell rang, and children came down to eat. "When evacuation is inevitable." 

    The footsteps of the children approached the table. 

    "A controlled alpine descent begins with the grinding of one's loins and the anchoring of the climbing rope to one's enemy, the mountain. The Dülfersitz rappel is the preferred method for descent when rope is the only available tool, but must be regarded as a last resort. Begin by looping the rope..."

    "Sit." Reginald Hargreeves told the children after he arrived at the table.

    "A screen anchor must be used if the rope is to be successfully retrieved from the face of the mountain." 

    Five wasn't paying much attention to the voice on the record as he practically glared holes at the old man at the head of the table. 

    "Tightly knot the ends of the rope. Once anchored, thread the doubled rope through the legs, front to back, and around the buttocks. It is of utmost importance that the rope be drawn under the gluteal muscles, not through the crevice between the gluteus. Proceed by holding the rope diagonally..." 

    Five stabs his knife into the table.

    "Number Five?" Reginald asked, not even looking up from his newspaper.

    "I have a question." Five said impatiently.

    "Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. No talking during meal times. You are interrupting Herr Carlson." 

    Five, fed up with the old man, stands from the table. "I want to time travel."

    "No."

    "But I'm ready! I've been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said." He then blinked from his seat and was now next to Reginald. "See?"

    "A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn."

    "Well, I don't get it." Five muttered quietly, not having it.

    "Hence the reason you're not ready."

    "I'm not afraid."

    "Fear isn't the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even on your mind, are far too unpredictable. Now, I forbid you to talk about this anymore." 

    Five sick of this, storms out of the place ignoring his sister Vanya's shaking her head not to do it and ignoring the calls of Reginald. 

    "Number Five! You haven't been excused! Come back here!" 

    He got outside, a smirk on his face. Not ready? Please. He then blinked forward a season, and when he saw it was now summer, he smirked. "Not ready, my a**." He scoffed, then blinked to winter, and then again. His smirk dropped as he looked around seeing everything in ruins. S**t. He turned around and started running back to find the Academy. He saw it in ruins and called uselessly. "Vanya!" He panted hoping for any signs of them. "Ben! Dad!" But of course, he got no response. "(Yn)!..." He trailed. "Anyone!" He tried with everything he had to blink back, but nothing happened. His powers only sputtered like an old car that wouldn't start. "Come on!" He cried. I have to get back, I have to get back to them. "S**t." Five fell to his knees in front of the Academy. (Yn)... I'm sorry.