[Hiatus] The New Number || F. Hargreeves

viii. Number Five's Rose

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Diego and Luther were talking about the academy that had been attacked, this concerned Ambrose, "Why has the Academy been attacked? That's never happened not once."

"Shit's changed since we were kids." Diego said, causing Ambrose to sigh.

"Do you know anything about it?" Luther asked but Ambrose shook him, shocking the brothers.

"Hold up, you're telling me you didn't predict anyone attacking the academy as if it wasn't supposed to happen?"

"Diego look I don't know what's been going on with my abilities but lately they're not working."

"Not working?"

"I mean, they work but at certain times that I can't control, however..."

"What?" Luther questioned.

"I can control my wings." The brothers looked at each other with this new information, "So you guys have no need to use the domino mask anymore, my wings recognize who the enemies are."

Ambrose and Diego could tell Luther had mixed feelings about Ambrose's wings but it didn't matter, Ambrose wasn't being completely honest. His wings were growing back as if it were for some big final of sorts; this was stressful knowing that's what they could be for.

"Well, we can't go back to the house. It's not secure. Those psychopaths could come back at any moment."

"My place is closer." Ambrose looked at Diego upon learning he had a place at all he always figured Diego was out and about being a hero of his own image, "No one will look for him there."

Five had woken up still drunk, "If you vomit on me..."

"You know what's funny? Aah! I'm going through puberty." Five looked at Ambrose waving at him, "Huh. Twice. And I... I drank that whole bottle, didn't I? Sorry rose that you have to see me like this."

"Five it's fine." Ambrose assured him as Diego adjusted his hold on him even though he was practically as light as a feather and was holding him in one arm it didn't stop him from commenting that the boy was heavy as hell.

"But! That's what you do when the world you loves goes bye-bye. Poof, it's gone. And I bet only my Rose the Angel, will be the only one that survives."

"Five..." Diego and Luther begin looking at Five and Ambrose suspiciously.

"What are you guys talkin' about?" Five asked.

Luther sighed, "Two masked intruders attacked the Academy last night."

"They came looking for you. So, I need you to focus. What do they want?" Diego added.

"Hazel and Cha-Cha." Ambrose recognized the names. Five had told Ambrose about the people after him when getting Delores and all he knew was Hazel and Cha-Cha were good at their job.

"Who?" Diego looked at Five.

"You know, I hate code names." Luther added.

"Ah, Rose knows all about them, they're the best of the best. Except for me, of course."

"The best of what?"

"You know, Delores always said she hated when I drink. She said it made surly-"

"She isn't wrong Five." Ambrose mumbled.

"Hey!"

"Hm? Yeah?"

"I need you to focus. What do this Hazel and Cha-Cha want? We just want to protect you."

"Protect me. I don't need your protection, Diego. That's what Ambrose is for. Do you have any idea how many people I've killed? No. I'm the four frickin' horsemen. The apocalypse is coming." Five vomited afterward he said too much but that didn't stop the brothers from looking at Ambrose.