𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 - 𝑓. ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑠

014. OVERFLOW

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OVERFLOW ☂︎︎

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CHARLOTTE SAT UNCOMFORTABLY between Diego and Luther.

Why did Klaus get shotgun?

Although her headache had slowly resided and she only came upon a cold sweat once every other hour she still felt like shit. The music on the radio drifted dully and she uselessly fought off the urge to squirm in her seat again. Her head felt split down the middle, one half still pathetically sedated and the other in need of stimulation of some sort.

Diego groaned. "Would you quit moving?"

She huffed. "Sorry." her fingers drummed against her leg.

Luther moved his own gaze anxiously. He leaned over to the front seat where Five drove. "Hey. Can you go any faster?"

"Ask me again, and I'll burn you with the cigarette lighter."

Charlotte tapped Klaus' back. "Can I borrow that by the way?"

He squinted oddly, taking the cigarette lighter out of his pocket. She grabbed it, spinning it between her fingers as a purple hue faded from it as it went from a lighter to a sparkler. The small changes amused her slightly. Luther watched in a nervous fixation the rest of the ride.

The car rolled to a stop in front of a detailed wooden cabin surrounded by dark swaying trees. Everyone exited the car urgently. Luther was at the front of the group, Diego second. Klaus offered his arm to Charlotte, aiding her along as quickly as he could. When her eyes finally swept past the door, her pupils widened as Allison lay still on the floor, blood pouring out of her neck.

"Allison! No!" Luther rushed over.

Charlotte froze, jaw dropping and a gasp leaving her lips. As selfish as it was and as concerned she was for Allison, laying there she looked so familiar to her parents. The image of her dead parents, flesh mangled in their seatbelts plagued her mind.

Luther lifted her and Klaus left her side, hands over his mouth. Allison became more visible, eyes rolling in fear. Luther was sobbing, calling to her. Charlotte was trying her best not to cry, but her eyes couldn't leave the slash of open flesh and blood. Unknowingly, her eyes were burning with their rare purple haze and only halted when a familiar set of fingers intertwined with her own, bringing comfort as well as grounding.

She squeezed them tightly.

For a moment, all her mind could do was blank.

Then some initiative came through. "Get blankets." she ordered Diego, hitting his side lightly. "Get blankets!"

Diego entreated into the house, grabbing blankets off the couch along with the table cloth. He disposed of them to Luther. "Lift her carefully." she said firmly, biting her lip to keep from trembling. "Apply the blankets with little pressure and if the blood soaks through don't remove the blankets, add another layer."

Luther lifted his sister carefully, nodding to Klaus to open the door. Klaus pushed it open wider. Five fumbled for the car keys, heading down the stairs. Charlotte followed Luther, pressing down lightly to the cloth watching as blood stained the sheets. It frightened her seeing such similarities between Allison and her mother.

Push through, she thought.

Everyone rushed into the car, Charlotte reluctantly stuck in the trunk. Diego's eyes fell on her aggressively as Five sped down the highway. "Do something!" he pushed. "Do that... weird... purple haze thing."