~ Chapter Twenty Seven ~

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Inside Klaus's bedroom, he searched high and low for drugs, wanting to be away from the real world, even if it was just for a few hours. Handling his sobriety wasn't always one of his best achievements.  "What are you doing?" Ben asked as his brother continued his search. "Looking for drugs," He said bluntly. Ben bit back a sigh, thinking that his brother was finally about to let go of his past addictions. But in the back of his mind, he knew Klaus wouldn't make it a week. "Don't do it," he sighed.


"I am done listening to you! Just go away, please," Klaus snapped. "I like the sober you," Ben commented. "Sobriety's overrated. Where has it gotten me? Nowhere. I can't talk to the person I love. Nobody takes me seriously anymore! Not even Dusk, and she's my only living friend! I wanna be numb again!" Ben was determined not to let his brother slip into his bad habits again. He would do whatever was necessary to keep him sober, even if he was a ghost.


"Life isn't supposed to be easy. Bad things happen, and good people die," Ben said calmly. "Wow, playing the dead card again, huh? You need new material, bro," the junkie scoffed as he tore open a stuffed animal and took out a small bag of pills. "I'm tired of seeing you wallow in self-defeat. You're better than that. And Dave? He knew it, too," Klaus looked at his dead brother, staring into his eyes for a moment before sighing with defeat.


"Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry," he muttered, his gaze shifting to the ground. "Thank god," Ben sighed with relief, thinking he had finally convinced him after all these years. But he had no idea how wrong he was. "Psych!" Klaus shouted, popping the pills into his mouth, but before he could swallow them, Ben without warning, punched him in the mouth, making the pills clatter to the floor. "Ow!" Klaus gasped, cupping his jaw in his hands.


Klaus was surprised. In the years that he had Ben follow him around, he had never been able to touch him. "You just Patrick Swayzeed me. How did you do that?" Klaus asked. "I... I didn't. You did. I think?"


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It was the last day until the world ended. And the clock was ticking on finding Vanya. Dusk wouldn't admit it to the others, but she was growing more anxious by the second. "The bastard that nearly killed our sister is still out there with Vanya. We need to go after her," Diego tried to persuade Five, watching as he paced back and forth across the living room. "Vanya is not important," Five said without hesitation.


"Hey! That's our sister! A little heartless even for you, Five," Dusk growled. "I'm not saying I don't care about her, Dusk. But if the apocalypse happens today, she dies along with the other seven billion of us. Harold Jenkins is our first priority," he explained. Diego seemed easily convinced of the plan and agreed. "Come on, let's go," he said, looking at Dusk and Klaus. The raven got off the couch, joining her brothers, hoping Klaus would be coming as well.


"You guys count me out. I mean, no offense. It's just... I feel like this is a lot of pressure for newly-sober me, so..." Klaus trailed off. "You're coming with us, Klaus," Dusk said, looking directly into his green eyes. "I think we can all agree that my power is pretty much useless. I'd just be holding you guys back," He tried to reason, but through every excuse he threw at them, the siblings were not buying it. "Klaus, get up," Diego said sternly. "You can't make me!"


Diego threw one of his knives at the couch, landing a few inches away from Klaus's body, and it made Dusk jump slightly. Klaus looked over at Number Two, a small huff escaping his lips as he got up. "What the hell, Diego? You didn't have to do that!" Dusk hissed. "Worked, didn't it?" He smirked. The raven didn't have the time or the patience to deal with his antics. She was already dealing with one of her sisters nearly on her deathbed. And the other in the company of a serial killer. She did not want anything else to happen to her family. Especially Vanya and Klaus.

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