Fighting Fate ~ Five H. x Reader ⚠️ DISCONTINUED ⚠️

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"Come on! Let's go!" Five screams

"I don't think she's breathing."

"That won't change if you don't hurry!" I yell opening the academy door, "MOM!"

One if the many screams she recognized, she come over right away

We take her to the infirmary and Grace says, "She's suffered a severe laceration to her larynx. One of you will need to give blood."

"I will." Everyone offers

Luther pushes us, "I will. I'm doing it."

"I'm afraid that's not possible, dear boy. Your blood is more compatible with mine."

"Hey, don't sweat it. I... I got this, big guy. I... I love needles."

"Master Klaus. Your blood is... How shall I say this? Too polluted."

"Move. Yeah, go on. I'll do it." Diego whimpers looking at the big needle, "Whoa! No!"

He falls to the floor, "I'll do Pogo" Mom looks at me with kind eye, every so often flickering to the group of siblings, "Sweetie, are you sure?" She hints to them

"We don't have time" I lift up my sleeve as she sticks it in my arm

Me, Diego, Klaus, and Five pace around the living room

"The bastard that nearly killed our sister's still out there, with Vanya. We need to go after her."

"Vanya is not important."

"Wow that's even heartless for someone like you Five" I scoff

He rolls his eyes at me, "I'm not saying I don't care about her, but if the apocalypse happens today, she dies along with the other seven billion of us. Harold Jenkins is our first priority."

Diego speaks up, "I agree. Let's go."

"You guys count me out. I mean, you know, no offense or whatever. It's just... I kind of feel like this is a whole lot of pressure for newly-sober me, so..."

"Klaus, you're coming." I gritted

"No, no, no. I mean, I think we can all agree that my power's... I mean, it's pretty much useless. I'd just be holding you guys back."

"Klaus, get up." I repeated

"You can't make me."

I take a knife off of belt and throw it at the middle of Klaus's leg

They all gasp, "Oh, then again, a little exercise couldn't hurt. Yeah."

"It's not exactly what I was expecting." Diego breaths

"The understatement of the year."

"There's no sign of Vanya." I say coming back from the rooms

"Let's get out of here, before the cops come."

"In a minute." Five sighs taking out the glass eye

"Come on, Five, what are you..." He sticks it in the eye socket, "Ugh, wow."

Klaus pukes

"Same eye color, same pupil size. Guys this is it. The eye I've been carrying around for decades, it... It's found its rightful home. We got the guy we needed to kill to stop the apocalypse."

"Yay! Let's go."

"No, no. Wait, wait. It can't be this easy. Look, this is the note that I got from the Commission. The one that says, "Protect Harold Jenkins," aka Leonard Peabody."

"Yeah?"

"But who killed him? Who did this?"

"Wait guys I think I have an idea." But I get interrupted 

"-why don't we find Vanya...and ask her what happened? If Vanya got away from this asshole, she might be headed back to the Academy."

"No sign of Vanya."

"She's not in any of the rooms."

"She's not downstairs, either."

"Well, I'm out." Diego says

"Wait. Wait. Wait... Where are you going?"

"Vanya's still out there, and so are Hazel and Cha-Cha. I know. I'm gonna get my things and then I'm outta here. I got some unfinished business with those fools." He walks out the house

"Hey, did Dad say anything about the apocalypse when you spoke to him? Any clues as to how it happened?"

"No. No clues. Truly terrific shave. But no clues."

"Jeez." I mutter

"You know, come to think of it, he did mention something about my potential, and how I've barely even scratched the surface of my..."

"How did he know about the apocalypse?"

"I don't know, but listen. This whole jumping through time thing of yours, how did... How did you know how to do that?"

"I didn't. You'd realize that if you were actually sober."

"Hey, he is sober. Why don't you lighten up a bit, Five?" I snap

"Yea, I've been sober for two... almost two days now. Yeah, two days. It feels like 45 years."

"Who are you kidding, Klaus? I've seen you fidgeting all day."

"Well, I guess we're both fighting our addictions, then."

"I'm not an addict."

"Yeah, you are."

"You're addicted to a drug called the apocalypse."

"You're wrong."

"First sign. Denial."

"You and I, we're not the same."

Me and Klaus chuckles, "I've seen that look in the eye of someone who doesn't know who they are without their high anymore. Trust me. You gotta just let it go."