Bloodguilty // FIVE HARGREEVES

11. The Other Part Of The Group

Klaus - Allison - Luther

"You want to pretend like you're an agent?" Luther's wide eyes tell enough about his opinion of Allison's plan.

"Yes," she calmly says, folding her arms over her chest as she straightens her back. "You don't think I'm capable of it?"

Another scoff of Luther fills her ears.

"I think you'd be a badass agent," Klaus speaks up, grinning as he rests his chin on top of his sister's shoulder. Immediately, Allison's glare at Luther fades, and she looks at Klaus with a smile tugging at her lips.

"Thank you, Klaus."

"Just telling you the truth, sis." He winks right before standing fully up again and twirling away from her.

After sending Klaus a glare as a threat, Luther looks back at Allison. "I will get us inside by pretending to be an agent." He waves a hand at her as he starts to walk. A dismissal.

"No, Luther," Allison says in a determined, threatening voice, "I'm going to do it, and I'm going to own it."

Proud, Klaus smiles when he passes Luther together with his badass sister. Luther keeps his mouth closed, knowing that he's unable to convince the two otherwise.

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It doesn't take long until the lot reach the door. Unlike the entrance of the Commission, this door is looking as if it is abandoned. Klaus swallows when he takes in the many cobwebs hanging on the frame—and even the handle. He imagines prisoners entering through the door, earning several cobwebs on their clothes along the way. A shiver goes down his spine. Spiders . . . And the cobwebs aren't even the only scary detail about the door. Klaus also notices that the door has once been painted black. Now, the paint has peeled off. Paint isn't scary at all, he reminds himself. But this door . . . It's as if this door can make even a hyena ready to feast on your bones look like the most adorable kitten next to it. A door leading to hell—yes, he decides that this door is exactly that.

"Klaus?" Allison nudges him softly, and he looks away from the bone-eating door and at his sister. A worried twinkle is in her eyes, sparkling when she looks at her brother. "We'll be fine."

He nods quietly, looking down at his feet. "Don't you think the door looks as if it might . . . you know, eat us?"

"Don't tell the others," Allison whispers, "but yes. Yes, I do. But that's what we need it to do. We need to get inside, and that door is our way in. It'll have to devour us."

"It can keep its teeth to itself," Klaus murmurs. "I've got plenty on my own." Allison smiles, and Klaus does, too. "But who knows, it might give a kick." At first, Allison her eyes widen, not having expected this turn, but it doesn't take long until she and Klaus himself are laughing.

"Get your shit together," Luther growls as he follows right behind them. His lips are pressed into a very thin line, "both of you. If they hear you laugh, it is over. We won't get in."

"Oh, we'll get in," Allison muses. "I'll make sure of it."

She stops in her tracks, making Luther bump into her from behind. He murmurs something, but she doesn't pay attention to it. Only their way in is important right now.

"Walk in front of me," she commands. "Look frightened, Klaus. Look even more pissed than you currently are, Luther."

"Won't be a problem." The big man rolls his eyes.

"Thought so." Allison nods. "Now, keep both of your mouths shut."

They approach the door in silence, and once close to it, Allison knocks on the door right before taking her spot behind her two brothers again.

No answer comes, but they all wait, hoping.

Finally, a groan sounds behind it. Then there are footsteps audible. But the door still doesn't open.

"Who's bringing in rats this early?" a low, tired, grumpy voice asks, clearly displeased.

"I am," Allison answers, her voice harsh.

"But why?" the voice asks. "It's too early for this shit."

"Listen here," she starts, acting more angrily than she actually is, "I've been up all damn night just to get these two bastards. Open this door, so I can finally get some sleep. If you don't, I'll kick this door right open and lock these prisoners up myself."

Something in her tone and way of speaking must be very convincing because the man behind the door his footsteps are heard again. They come closer. "Very well then," he gives in.

A mischievous smile tugs on Klaus' lips, but he forces it away. The time to laugh will come soon enough.

"What's the code, lass?"

Not having expected this, Allison stays quiet as sweat appears on her forehead. The two men in front turn to her, wishing with everything they have that she knows the answer.

Allison shakes her head, admitting she does not know of a code.