Breaking (Number 5 x reader)

Chapter 12

Key:

Y/N - Your name

Your P.O.V.

Five, climbed up to his room, me climbing up behind him. "I saw the work you did in my notebook, and you're good. So now, I need your help with something," said Five, as we entered his room, him still sipping coffee. "I am going to need you to help me figure out who's death could help stop the apocalypse. You have all these walls to work with," finished Five, waving his hand around the room. Five went and grabbed two pieces of chalk, offering one to me. I grinned, grabbed one, and got to work.

Almost an hour later, I heard Five say, "Y/N, Delores, I think I've got something. It's tenuous but promising." "I think I've got something too," I said, pointing at my working. He walked over and looked it over. A few moments later, he looked straight into my eyes, smirked, and said, "I knew I chose the right person." I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks when I heard someone walk in. I turned to see Luther standing at the doorway. "What's going on here?" "Nothing," I muttered, trying to hide my blush. "What is all this," asked Luther, looking around the room. "A probability map," said Five, going back to his working. "Probability of what," asked Luther, looking around. "Of who could save the world," I replied as I walked over to see Five's working. "Five, U0 is equal to 0.8, not 0.08," I said, pointing towards his mistake. "You're a genius," he replied as he started fixing the equation. "I think that's it," he finally said, placing the chalk down and dusting his hands.

"So now we have 4 people," said Five, turning towards me. "So you're saying one of these 4 people cause the apocalypse," asked Luther. "No, one of their deaths might prevent it," I replied, knowing Five would get way too annoyed. "I'm not following," replied Luther a few seconds later. "Time is fickle, Luther. The slightest alteration in events can lead to massively different outcomes in the time continuum," said Five, explaining to Luther. "Also know as the butterfly or ripple effect," I piped in, writing down the four names on a legal pad. "Exactly. So all I have to find is find the people with the greatest probability of impacting the timeline, wherever they may be, and kill them.," finished Five. "Milton Greene. So who's he, a terrorist or something," asked Luther, reading the names off of the legal pad. "I believe he is a gardener," I replied, writing the last name down. "You both can't be serious," asked Luther, looking at both of us skeptically. "Wait, this is madness, you--," started Luther before being interrupted by Five pulling out a bag from under his bed. "Where'd you get that," asked Luther, looking at the gun. "In dad's room. I believe he used it to shoot a rhinoceros. It's similar to the model I used at work. Nice shoulder fit and highly reliable," said Five looking up at Luther. "Oooh, that's cool. I prefer bows and arrows, or swords though. They are much more aesthetically pleasing. Fistfights and fights involving fire are the worst," I said, touching the barrel of the gun and marveling at the smoothness. "But you can't kill as many people with those weapons as you can with a gun," argued Five. "Yeah, but using a gun is so unsatisfying. I want to have that moment where the prince of the enemy kingdom and you engage in a sword fight, and then the prince disarms you. He then pushed you against the wall, the sword held at your throat. As he looks deep into your eyes, his hold slackens, and in that moment of weakness, you pull out your secretly poisoned dagger and stab him in the stomach. As he lays on the floor, the poison spreading into his system, he pulls you down and kisses you before dying," I said, going on a full rant while Five looked at me, amused. "Yeah, Wattpad has ruined me," I concluded, groaning and turning around on the spot. 

"Wait, can we go back to the fact that you are going to kill an innocent person," said Luther, pointing at the names. "It's basic math. His death could potentially save the lives of billions. If I did nothing, he'd be dead in four days anyway. The apocalypse won't spare anyone," said Five. "It's a cost-benefit analysis, Luther," I said, shrugging. "I can't let you go kill innocent people, no matter how many lives you save," said Luther. "Well, try and stop me," said Five, going towards the doorway. Luther proceeded to hold Dolores out of the window. Five pointed his gun at him and said, "Put... her... down." "Put the gun down. You're not killing anyone. I know she's important to you, so don't make me do this. It's either her or the gun. You decide," said Luther. As I started feeling jealous, I sat down on the bed and pulled out my phone. I started watching TikToks, ignoring what was happening in front of me.

Suddenly, I randomly started to hear classical music. "What," I asked, confused. Five and Luther stared back at me with equal confusion. "Can't you guys hear that," I asked, looking at them. They shook their heads, no. The violin started getting louder and I started feeling weird all over, like when you hit your elbow on a table. "OW, WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING," I yelled, getting off the bed. "Y/N, what's happening," asked Five, looking at me with concern. Suddenly, the music stopped, and I relaxed. "I don't know," I said honestly. Five stared at me with concern for a few minutes, making me blush a little. "Ok, but we are leaving, you coming with us," he asked, finally. "Yeah, definitely," I replied, grabbing my backpack. We drove down to some random road. Five and Luther started having a heart-to-heart discussion, so I tuned out again, deciding to look at Five instead. Suddenly, they opened their doors, making me open my door too. I walked out to see a car coming. The car crossed by us. "If this all goes sideways, do me a favor and tell Delores I am sorry," said Five, turning towards me. I gritted my teeth from jealousy, but hid my anger and just nodded. As Five walked forwards, I leaned against the car and stood there. "You know, you are one of the only people I know who can try and calm Diego down," said Luther, looking at me. "I didn't know that," I muttered, looking at the ground then looking to see if Five was fine. He was talking very calmly, so I calmed down a little more. I looked back at Luther to see him smirking. "What are you smirking about, Space boy," I said, rolling my eyes. "Just at the fact that you like Five," he said confidently. "Excuse me? I do not like Five," I lied, rolling my eyes at him again. "Lie to yourself as much as you want, devil child," smirked Luther, just as Five started walking back. He just leaned against the car, so I assumed everything was going according to plan. Just then, I heard an ice cream truck chime "Ride of the Valkyries". "Why is there an ice cream truck in the middle of nowhere," I asked, really confused. "I don't know," replied Five, standing next to me and looking towards the van. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE KLAUSY AND BUCK DOING IN AN ICE CREAM TRUCK," I yelled when I saw the passengers in the front seats of the truck.

Just then, Hazel and Cha Cha started shooting at the truck. Luther jumped in front of Five and I and I grabbed Five's hand out of fear. The van hit Hazel and Cha Cha and they went flying back, still shooting at the three of us. Then they landed on the side of the road. "Five," I yelled, as soon as I saw that he wasn't next to me. "Where are you Five," I yelled as the truck crashed into Hazel and Cha Cha's car before stopping. "FIVE," I yelled as soon as the shooting stopped, coming out from behind Luther and looking around. He literally disappeared. "Come get it," yelled Luther, throwing the decoy suitcase away.

Cha Cha ran after it, and Luther used the opportunity to bring Diego and Klaus out from the truck and into the car. He picked me up under his arm on the way while I still continued searching for Five. "SPACE BOY, PUT ME DOWN! I NEED TO FIND FIVE," I yelled as Luther placed me in the front passenger seat and pushed Klaus and Diego in the back seat. He climbed into the driver's seat and drove away. I started pounding at the window and screaming Five's name. "Luther, let me out! I need to find Five," I yelled, but Luther remained silent. I groaned and sat down silently. "Y/N, we don't know where Five is, but he probably knows what he is doing," said Luther when he noticed I was silent. I glared at him and said, "Would he be a 58-year-old man in a 13 yeard old boy wearing school shorts if he knew what the fuck he was doing?" When Luther didn't reply again, I leaned my head against the window of the car sadly.

When he came back, I was going to kill him.