𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 ~ 𝗞𝗹𝗮𝘂𝘀 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘃𝗲𝘀

~ Chapter Thirty Three ~

Dallas, 1960

It had been a few days since Klaus had landed in Texas. He had been walking around the city, hoping to find at least one of his siblings, but every time he checked back in that alleyway, his hopes were repeatedly crushed. "They have to be here somewhere! I can't just give up on them!" Klaus sighed, burying his head into his knees. "I hate to say this, but I think we're on our own," Ben said softly, not to be too harsh on him.

The junkie's thoughts became clouded when he heard his stomach rumble in hunger. "I need to eat. You wait out here," Klaus said, walking across the street towards a restaurant called Stadler's. Unlike back in 2019, the owners were not very welcoming towards people who were not white, and the manager started to become irritated very quickly.

The foul odor of Klaus' clothes and appearance became quite a discomfort for some of the patrons. And the manager instantly took notice. For the entire time, he kept a close eye on him as the odor only got worse. "You need to get out of here. You smell and you're frightening my clientele!" he whispered aggressively. "How dare you! I am a member of the royal family!"

Klaus was yanked out of his seat and drug towards the front entrance. "Don't come back here until you can tidy yourself and pay your damn bill!" The manager growled, faceplanting Klaus onto the concrete. Klaus looked up to see someone standing in front of him, wearing white high heels. "Chanel?" Klaus asked softly. The elderly woman felt sorry for him, offering to help him up. "I'll take care of you," she grabbed his arm, and they walked away, with Ben rolling his eyes at his brother.

The woman had brought him to her home, where he acted like he could float in the air. But little did the people watching him know that Ben was actually the one holding him up over his head. They all began applauding, wondering if he was some god, the kind of God who could make strange things happen. And soon after, that caught the attention of others who wanted to be like Klaus and devoted themselves to him as if he was the second coming of Jesus Christ. 

Over the years, Klaus had been traveling all over the world with his cult, visiting Mexico, India, and San Francisco. All the attention got him away from his addictions. But over time, the feeling of clinginess from the group was getting old, and he needed his escape. When all the members of his cult, Destiny's Children were distracted, he made his break for freedom.

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Present Day...

Klaus woke up in a large jail cell, a few people surrounding him. The events from the previous night had been a blur, but all he could remember was after taking that pickup truck, he was pulled over for speeding and taken into custody. Since then, he had passed out in the cop car from all the exhaustion. Great, I'm stuck in here. He sat up, getting in a criss-cross position, and dozed off once more, having nothing better to do with his time.

The jail cell door opened, and a cop threw a bald man into it, shutting the door behind him. He looked around and saw Klaus in the cot, gasping as he rushed towards him, getting on his knees. "Oh my god, it's you!" He exclaimed, waking up the cult leader. His vision quickly cleared, and he saw the man in front of him. "Have we met before?" Klaus questioned. "Yes! I mean, I saw you speak in Berkeley in 61. You changed my life!"