Timeless a Five Fan Fiction

Prologue <3

I felt like a machine...treated like a weapon. It wasn't just me...but my brothers and sisters as well. We fought crime and we did our job well, the entire town seemed to think so. I'm number 8, and I have the ability to mirror others' powers. So whatever they throw at me I can throw it right back at them and better. Did I mention there was a twist to it? I'm still not sure exactly what it is...but after what happened I'll never try that again.

My family had their feelings.

Luther hated when I can beat him in arm wrestles because he's supposed to be number one or whatever. He always felt the need to be first. He felt special anytime Dad would pick him to lead, and it annoyed all of us.

Diego envied that I can throw knives just like him if not better, and effortlessly might I add. We have little competition on who can throw the farthest or hit the farthest tree.

Allison hated that I could finish her rumor and use it on her. Especially the time I made her slap herself because she tried to rumor Five into taking the blame for something she did.

Klaus never really liked showing his powers. I knew why and never pushed him our Dad already did that damage. Cuz He would still help me fool and prank the others. We made quite the team, he was the craziest of the bunch and I loved his company.

Ben honestly enjoyed it when I copied him. He would talk to me about the books that he was currently reading. We would sit by the fireplace late at night reading our favorite stories and laughed over crazy scenarios we would create.

Vanya was extraordinary, though our Dad made us promise that we would never let her know what her powers were. I have no idea what they are, but he said that they were dangerous, and from his expression I trusted it. Nevertheless, she would show me her thoughtful pieces and the vibrant melody that flowed through her violin.

Five...oh Five could. Not. Stand. Me following his spatial jumps and attempts to time travel; I did these things for one simple reason, and that was because I needed him to stay here with me. As selfish as that sounds, I didn't care, I needed him here. He would get so annoyed that he would push me. The first time he did that. I didn't back down. It became our thing to annoy each other, and slowly but surely I started to develop feelings for him. Which is wrong. Emotions will make you weak. If Dad has shown me anything useful is that emotions lead to heartbreak. So I closed up every time he tried to talk to me, or even in times where I needed him. I would push him away. The more he stayed, the harder I would fall, and I hated myself and him for it.

Out of all of them, Five and I are the closest. Ever since...the incident.

It was a cold winter night and I was in my room feeling anxious as usual. I was always alert due to the fact that we can get called at any moment.

"Okay dear, have a good night's rest okay?" Our mother said with a robotic smile on her pale porcelain skin.

"Goodnight Mom," I replied and laid down, but my mind was reeling with thoughts of what I think is tied to my mirroring abilities.

As soon as I heard her steps dim into her room where there were paintings from all over the world, so she could imagine and visualize that she was there. I left. I pulled back my comforter back and slowly stepped out. I treaded lightly down the hall and down the stairs into the dim and dark room where there were mirrors on each side.

"Okay..." I breathed and stretched my hands out. Allowing all my thoughts and energy to go from my palms all the way to the tips of my fingers.

I closed my eyes and a vibrating sound echoed within the four walls.

Think...think Y/n think!

Frustration surfaced and I waved my hands causing the mirrors to shatter completely.