As soon as Five was gone, time continued again. Klaus and Diego still ran into Hazel and Cha Cha, and Luther pulled me behind him.
"Good God!" yells Klaus, holding his head as he stumbles out of the damaged ice cream truck. "Oh! Ow!"
Luther starts to yells, "Five!"
I see Hazel and Cha Cha stand back up. I smack Luther to get his attention to point towards them. Once he sees them, he looks back at the briefcase.
Luther holds the briefcase up, as I run towards Diego and Klaus. "Come get it!" yells Luther, throwing the briefcase as far as he can.
"Come on. Come on." says Klaus, helping Diego out of the van who is holding his arm.
Once I get over there, I grab onto Diego's other side to help Klaus. "Wait. My shoes hurts." says Diego, causing me to roll my eyes. "
"What the hell are you guys doing here?" asks Diego.
We make it back over to Luther at the car. "Get in the car."
I get into the front seat, while Luther shoves Klaus and Diego into the backseat. Luther gets into the car and speeds off, leaving two pissed off assassins.
"Luther, go! Go!" yells Klaus, turning around to flip off Hazel and Cha Cha. "Whoo!"
A few hours after Luther, Marah, Klaus, and Diego got back to the academy, Luther has called a family meeting.
When they got back, Klaus went to sleep, dreaming of his time in Vietnam and with Dave.
Diego, began sharpening his knives after getting his arm in a sling, having a fractured collarbone from the crash with Klaus.
Luther, went to the living room to figure out what Five mean't with the apocalypse.
Marah, got changed into a black bomber jacket, black cropped mock neck short sleeve shirt, black cargo pants, and black and white air forces. After changing, she walks into Five's room with her notebook in hand, sitting on his bed and begins to write.
Luther walks into Klaus's room, seeing him awake and staring blankly at a wall. "Oh, good. You're up."
Luther and Klaus walk into Five's room, where Marah is sitting on his bed while writing in her notebook. "We need to talk." says Luther.
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Monachopsis
Fanfictionn. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach-lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended...