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❝ She's like an angel; innocence, wings and all... And yet she's the most problematic thing in the world. ❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇- October 1, 2004, one more child
is born and the mother begs him to take h...
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I sat on the floor as I watched Five scribbling equations on his bedroom wall with some chalk. He had several boxes of it stuffed into his closet. I didn't understand a single bit of what he was writing about or what it was for, but I found it intriguing how smart he was.
Delores was sitting on a chair near the open window and I watched silently as her blouse softly blew with the soft breeze coming in.
"Oh. Okay, I think I got something, Delores. It's tenuous, but promising." Five said to her as I laid on the other end of the bed watching Five. I hear heavy footsteps approaching the room and look towards the doorway to see Luther.
"Who you talkin' to? Because surely it isn't Y/n since she looks bored out of her mind. What is all this?" Luther asked walking toward the bed and ruffling my hair.
"It's a probability map."
"Probability of what?"
"Of who's death could save the world."
"How is someone's death going to save the world?" I asked Five sleepily. "I told you this already, Y/n but if you were listening maybe you would understand." He rolled his eyes with the chalk tapping on his wall.
I fiddled around with my fingers until I saw a little bit of black start emerging from my finger tip. I sit up, knowing it was ink, and try to make something out of it. "Luther, look." I smile as the ink slowly formed into a black butterfly. It was stable and alive. It had very nice detail to it too.
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Luther smiled at me before giving me a small pat on the back. "You're progressing Y/n, I'm proud of you." He said to me and Five turned around to look at me. I could see the corner of his lip upturn in the corner of my eye, but I knew he didn't want to show he was proud.
"Anyways, I've narrowed it down to four."
"Are you saying one of these four people cause the apocalypse?" Luther asked and Five rolled his eyes again. "No, I'm saying their death might prevent it. Are you also not listening?"
