Addicted To Love 3: Five x Zero

5- Time After Time & Hard Sometimes

This chapter reminds me of these two songs-
"Time after Time" by Cyndi Lauper
And
"Hard Sometimes" by Ruel

Five's POV:
I slam open the door to see a shocked Elliot... I teleport over to him and slap the paper into his hand...... "Oh uhhhh sorry bout all that in there..." he embarrassedly tells me... I roll my eyes at him and point to the paper.... "Lighting! You have seen her?!?" I growl out at him.... he quickly shakes his head "God no, I mean I've seen glimpses of her.....but I can't afford her.... Killer Intentions is the most secret club..... only the big gang members and hot shots are allowed in for Lighting night....." When he says hot shot, all I hear is Zero calling me a hot shot.... she used it as a nickname for me.... was that a hint??? I should be known around here as an assassin..... Zero does that mean I can get in.....

He looks at the paper practically drooling thinking about Lighting.... I huff as I angrily grab the paper from his hand..... staring into his soul... "How can you have seen her and not notice she's one of the people who fell from the sky?!?" I hiss angrily at him and his eyes go wide.... "You mean that's the girl with the hideout?!?" Now it's my turn to be shocked.... fuck I forgot about her hideout..... "Show me... NOW!" I yell and he quickly scrabbles to the door....... anger and frustration is seething through me..... Fuck!!!!! I need to find this club and fast..... I follow Elliot as we approach a small window..... there are boards covering it..... there is dry blood on them..... my breath hitches as he slides the boards over and points for me to go in....

I don't want too.... what am I going to find??? I have too though... I sigh as I teleport in and it's dark.... I see a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling so I pull the string and the room dimly lights up.... I scan the tiny room.... there is writing all over the walls....... and dried blood on the floor and walls.... I see a blanket and I lean down to pick it up..... two notebooks fall out.... I pick both up.... one is mine.... oh my calculations.... it must have been in my jacket pocket.... and the other one I don't recognize.... I open it.... it's Zero's handwriting...... I flip through the pages.... she kept a log.... everyday.... I stop when there are no more entires and read Day 480..... So Luther is tied to the club...... she's scared..... I will survive.... she always uses music.... I love it..... my sunshine.... I know you will try for me.....

I sigh shoving the notebooks in my pocket..... there's nothing else in here... I go to put the blanket down but the I catch a whiff of it.... it smells like crisp lotus flowers.... it smells like Zero.... I wrap the blanket around my shoulders letting her sweet scent fill my nostrils..... it calms me instantly.... "Uh Hey Five?" I hear Elliot ask... I teleport out into the alley and he's standing there holding a paper... "What is it?" I ask and he looks puzzled that I'm wearing the blanket.... oh shut up.... leave me alone... I miss my girl okay?!?! "I developed these films that I had taken of the girl for you..... and I found this in today's newspaper ....." I quickly grab the paper to see "LUNATIC ON THE LOOSE!!!" With a picture of Diego on the front cover... I sigh scratching my head.... well I'm sure he will find me soon.... can't be that hard..... "Ok show me those films" I tell Elliot and he nods eagerly heading back up to his place.... I take a deep breath in of Zero's scent.... thank you for keeping a log.... thank you for believing in me.... I'm getting closer to finding you my love.......thank you for never giving up on us...

I sit at Elliot puts in the first one... "So I recorded her at 5pm and midnight.... cause she did this everyday for like a year and a half....this is the 5pm one..... " he explains... I see a small frame sitting on the concrete.... she looks up at the sky as "Time after Time" by Cyndi Lauper plays..... I watch as she sings along tears running down her face....

"Lying in my bed, I hear the clock tick and think of you
Caught up in circles
Confusion is nothing new
Flashback, warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcase of memories
Time after"