CHAPTER EIGHTEEN ⎯ WHAT THE HELL.

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During the short ride to the apparent barn that we were going to, me and Five talked in small whispers

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During the short ride to the apparent barn that we were going to, me and Five talked in small whispers. He asked me questions to know more about me like what's my favorite color or my biggest fear. Sometime they were completely random but I still complied. 

When we finally reached to the barn, I looked out the window.

What the fuck, I thought.

The place was lit up blue from someone's powers glowing from the inside of barn. There was high winds in the air, making loud noises. I wondered what happened.

"You think whatever's going on inside is causing the cold front?" I asked Five as Vanya parked the car. Five got out, "Well, the correlation is high".

Out of nowhere, a random lady came running out of the barn with a shot gun in her hand. Klaus put his hands in the air from panic. "Sissy! Sissy!" Vanya yelled while trying to protect us. "Get back!" The lady said while loading up the gun. "All of you, just get the hell back!"

"Sissy! Hey! Hey! What's wrong?" Vanya said, trying to negotiate with this woman named Sissy. "Carl?" Vanya question with yet another name that I didn't recognize. Sissy started to pant. "What did he do to you?" Vanya asked. 

"He's. . . He's dead."

"Harlan tossed him aside like a rag doll, same way you sent those policemen flyin" Sissy said with a thick country side accent. "What did you do to him? What the hell did you do to my son?" Sissy questioned angrily while pointing the gun at Vanya. 

"I don't have time for this." Diego interjected while walking closer to Sissy, making her point the shot gun at him instead. "Where you think you're going?" Sissy challenged. "To help your son." Diego said calmly this time. 

"Look, Sissy, I found my family. These are my brothers and my sisters." Vanya said while pointing at all of us. Sissy looked at all of us weirdly, most likely recognizing us from the T.V broadcast. 

"Were you lyin' to me the whole time?" Sissy said with a sad sigh. "Of course not." Vanya said, reassuring her. 

"Look, I didn't know who I was. But I do now." Vanya continued. "And we are not the monsters that they say we are. We did not kill the president. We are not terrorists. We're not here to hurt anyone." She continued to explain. 

"Then. . ?" Sissy confusedly panted softly. ". . . Who are you? "

"The only one who can help Harlan."

We walked into the barn

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We walked into the barn. The first thing I felt was practically a wind storm coming at me. My hair was flying everywhere. I was barely able to open my eyes from all the correlation in this barn. But after a few minutes, I adjusted to it. 

A young, about 9 years, boy was floating in the air as blue and yellow circles circled around him. 

I scaredly looked up at the poor boy who looked very scared.

"Harlan? Harlan, it's Vanya!" Vanya yelled over all the wind. So his name was Harlan, huh?

Harlan gasped for air as he floated mid air, not being able to control the power that is over coming over him. Even Five looked scared, to be honest.

"Look, Harlan, I know you're really scared, but I can help you." Vanya yelled. "I need you to listen to me, okay? Can you do that?" Vanya asked. She got no answer and only many gasps. I couldn't tell if he was trying to tell us something or if he was struggling to breath.

Vanya, out of a sudden, turned her hands into a fist and started using her power. She looked at Sissy one last time. Sissy nodded, probably approving her to do whatever she had to, to save her son. Vanya stepped into the powerful vortex, her eyes glowing.

Harlan continued to grunt in clear pain. "Careful." Five said simply as he looked at Vanya do her thing, amazed at his sister.

I was standing beside Klaus, holding his hand. I was clearly scared. 

Out from nearby, I heard a loud whoosh. "What's that?" I asked scaredly while looking to where the sound came from. "I don't know. We better go look to see if it's trouble".

We walked to the other side of the barn and looked out into the open field. While looking very closely, I spotted two familiar people staring back at us. Lila and the Handler. 

Shit.

"Isn't that Diego's girlfriend?" Klaus asked, making me remember my small crush on Lila that I had a while back. "Uh- Yeah" I said concerningly. They were definitely here for trouble. 

"Uh. . . guys?" Klaus confusedly asked the others. The others turned around from watching Vanya and walked over to us quickly. "What?" Diego asked, not knowing what me and Klaus were looking at. 

"Ah, shit." Five sighed, spotting what me and Klaus were looking at. "What, who are they?" Klaus asked, oblivious. "One's the Handler, the other's Diego's girlfriend." Five shortly explained. "Lila. That's my ex-girlfriend." Diego said sternly. 

"You know what? Doesn't matter. They both look angry." Luther said with annoyed sigh. "I'm gonna go find out what they want. You guys stay with Vanya and the kid." Five said while continuing to stare at the two. 

"Well if you're going, I'm coming too" I said sassily. "Stay here and be safe. I can't risk you getting hurt" Five caringly said. "I can't risk you getting hurt either" I said as I folded my hands dramatically. "Okay, fine, you can come. But you better be by my side at all times" Five said, laying down rules for me. 

"Yeah, yeah, whatever"

"If you two are going, then I better come with you" Diego said strictly. Five rolled his eyes before nodding. 

Five grabbed my hand quickly and started walking out of the barn. Diego followed beside us.

The long walk to Lila and the Handler was very quiet. The silence was very loud.

When we got there, The Handler chuckled. 

"I love the smell of that fresh country air, don't you, darling?"

"I love the smell of that fresh country air, don't you, darling?"

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