THE DREAMWALKER. [five hargreeves]

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Five, Diego and Allison stood in front of a white wooden door, their posture stiff as wariness hung from the air. 

 

The house is quiet, but the lights are on--which means somebody is home. 

 

Not wasting any more time, Allison glanced at the two males behind her, inhaling sharply before knocking three times. Taking a few steps back, she is now standing in line with the others, and she could almost hear their nervousness.

 

There was a few seconds of silence before a middle aged man opened the door only a few inches wide. He had a scowl on his wrinkled face, blue eyes scanning the trio before speaking in a sharp tone, "I don't want your pamphlets or buy your appliances. Have a great day." 

 

Before he could shut the door, Five placed a foot in between the open space, his jaw clenched, "we just want to ask a few questions." He spoke with a professional smile, trying to play it cool and compose himself.

 

"Oh yeah? Well, I don't wanna hear your questions so beat it, kid." He harshly replied, trying to kick the young male's foot off the door, but Five also held a hand on the door. His face is now closer to the man, green eyes piercing through blue ones.

 

Diego finally stepped in, "we're reporters. From uh...Daily Star Magazine.." he glanced at Allison for help, who rolled her eyes and stepped forward.

 

"Jesus, Diego," she muttered, turning to the old man with a determined face, "I heard a rumor that you let us in."

 

The blue in his eyes turned misty, face blank as he let go of the door and opened it widely for all three to enter. Five and Diego gave Allison a dirty look, with Diego speaking in an annoyed tone, "couldn't you have just done that from the beginning?"

 

Diego went right into tying the man's hands behind his back, to which the older man finally snapped into consciousness, panicked, "what in the hell are you doing to me, boy?!"

 

"We told you, we don't want any trouble, we just wanna ask you questions." Five explained, bringing his hands inside the pockets of his black trousers. His eyes scanned the living room as the man struggled in Diego's hold. It reeks of old people. 

 

Right before he got louder, Allison rumored him to shut his mouth. 

 

"Alright, look, just answer the questions, alright old man? Then, we'll be out of your hair." Diego walked beside Five, who then started the interrogation.

 

"We heard you took a girl in, [color] hair, [eye color] eyes, covered in soot and looked to be in a house fire. What's her name?"

 

"She...she said her name's Ruth--what the fuck is going on? You...you did something to me, witch!" The old man glared at them, especially at Allison, who just crossed her arms--probably used to such remarks.

 

"Eyes here, Todd," Five snapped, and the man looked confused, "so Ruth? Where'd she say she came from?"

 

"How'd--you know what? Nevermind. Why? Why should I answer that, huh? Ya'll cops or somethin'? Agents? You assholes must be from FBI, huh? CIA, KBG---"