Guilty | ✓

V | Guilty

CHAPTER FIVE | HADES & HERCULE

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"HADES!"

5 year-old Genevieve instantly turned around at the sound of his voice.

In front of her stood, her best friend, Hercule, or as she liked to call him. He was tall, for a five year old with tousled chocolate locks and dazzling steel blue eyes, filled with happiness and love.

"What?" Genevieve asked, her voice excited and hints of an Italian accent masked over.

Hercule stiffened slightly, his head bowing down, staring at the rock imprinted ground, as if it was the most interesting thing in the world, the salty taste of the beach floating around them.

"Are you really leaving? Forever?" He asked his baby face, making his sadness look adorable, shifting his weight from foot to foot, lifting his head up, Genevieve could see the overflowing tears spilling down his cheeks.

Genevieve instantly fell to his arms, her own tears dripping to the rocky street, "No. No! I won't leave forever."

"Really?" Hercule grinned, his saddened tears drying under the warm Sicily sun.

Nodding excitedly, Genevieve wiped her tears, grabbing his hands, weaving their fingers together, walking slowly to the beach.

Arriving, both five year-olds dived into the sand, attempting to grab it with their small chubby hands.

A feeling of sand against her side made her head snap up, the French braids on her head hit her shoulders.

Hercule stood in front of her, a boyish giggle escaping his throat and a smirk on his face.

Genevieve instantly got the hint, bent down piling sand in her arms, throwing it at him, his eyes grew wide, turning around he started speeding down the sand.

Running after him, she heard gunshots flare behind her, strong arms roughly wrapping themselves on her.

As her mother taught Genevieve, she let out an ear-piercing bloody scream, catching Hercule's attention, soon after he felt arms also grabbing him harshly.

A small cloth was put against Genevieve her scream slowly dying down, a distant smell filling her nose, her eyes started drooping closed.

"Hades?"

"Hades."

"Genevieve!"

"GENEVIEVE!"

The brunette's head snapped up, her eyes meeting concerned steel eyes.

A sigh of relief came over her, Genevieve's hands frantically feeling around her, touching any object close to her, which just so happens to be the very attractive FBI agent.

Settling down, Genevieve attempted to fix her hair, using her fingers and nails to untangle the knots, unsuccessfully.

When she looks up, she's met with Elias' amused face, his eyes darted through her face and hair, closing his mouth refraining a chuckle.