The Symphony

Chapter 9

I woke up with a huge headache. My ears were still ringing and there was a sharp pain at the back of my head. I groaned and sat up, seeing Ben beside me. 

"Hey," I said, giving a small smile, turning towards him. 

"You're awake. Are you okay?" he asked, concerned. 

"Well, I feel like shit. So yeah, I'm okay," I said, laughing lightly. 

"Y/N, be serious, that assassin hit you on the head real bad, you might've got a concussion," he said stroking my forehead. His touch was cold and warm at the same time. 

"Hmm...." I groaned, pulling myself up. 

"Get out, I'm gonna get dressed," I said, gesturing for the door. Ben rolled his eyes then walked out the door. I put on the uniform, since those were the only clothing in the house. I grabbed the largest uniform size and put it on. I adjusted the tie. It looked weird, since I was 30 now. The blazer hung loosely around my shoulders as I sighed in annoyance. I opened the door and walked down the stairs to have breakfast. 

"Good morning, mom," I said, giving her a warm smile. 

"Good morning, Y/N. Did you have a good sleep?" she asked. 

"Yeah," I muttered, rubbing the back of my head. She made me breakfast and I gobbled it up quickly. Thanking her, I headed outside and looked at my new car. I don't know where Five could have gotten that, but I was 80 percent sure it was stolen. Still. 

I started the car and drove around the city, looking for him. It shouldn't be that hard to find. It wasn't every day you see an aggressive 13 year-old boy carrying an eyeball and wearing a uniform. I finally spotted him, walking on the library steps, carrying a mannequin and a liquor bottle. 

"Five!" I hollered, earning weird looks from strangers. He turned around. He looked tired. His face and hair was filled with ash. He gave me the finger before going into the library. I sighed and rolled my eyes in annoyance. He may claim he was 58, but he still acted like a 13 year-old. 

I parked my car and walked into the library, searching for my brother. I finally found him at the top floor, an arm around the mannequin and drinking from the bottle. I bent down and took it from him. He whined and look at me. "Give it back," he said, reaching his arms out like a baby. 

"No, not until you tell me what's going on," I said, sitting down beside him. He hugged the mannequin closer to his body, and finally opened his mouth. 

"There's going to be an apocalypse in a few days, and I've officially tried everything to stop it. Guess now I can just drink my problems away and wait to die. Now, my drink, please"

I handed it to him reluctantly and went over everything he just said. Sometimes, he was just as hard to handle as Klaus. We sat in silence until he finished the bottle. He gave a loud burp, then fell asleep, his head on the mannequin. I cringed. 

People gave us weird stares. I kept hiding my face, embarrassed to be around him. I couldn't just leave him there, but I still couldn't carry him out, I'm not that strong. And to top it all off, I left my phone back at the academy, so I can't call for help. 

"Keep walking, there's nothing to see here. I'm so sorry about him," I said to many strangers who looked at Five. 

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After a few hours, I had also nodded off. It wasn't until someone shook me awake. I blinked, and looked up to see Diego and Luther standing above me. "Took you long enough," I said brushing myself off. 

"Is he..."

"Drunk as a skunk," I finished the sentence for Diego. 

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We walked down an alley, with Luther carrying Five and me walking alongside Diego. I refused to drive because I didn't want Five to suddenly wake up and throw up all over my new car. 

Five woke up, fidgeting in Luther's chest. "If you vomit on me..." threatened Luther. 

"You know what's funny? I'm going through puberty. Twice. And I drank a lot of that bottle, didn't I? Well, that's what you do, when the world you love goes 'bye-bye!' Poof! It's gone!" he hiccuped then continued.

"So, watcha guys talking about?" he said, looking around, clutching his mannequin tightly. 

"Two masked intruders attacked the academy. They were looking for you. So I need you to focus," said Luther, looking at the boy. 

"Hazel and Cha-Cha. The best of the best. Except for me, of course," he said, his voice squeaky. I groaned. This was getting nowhere. This is why I don't get drunk. 

"The best of what?" Diego asks. 

You know, Delores said she always hated when I drink. She says it makes me surly--"

"Hey! I need you to focus!" snapped Diego.

"What does this, uh, Hazel and Cha-Cha want? We just want to protect you," I continued in a more gentle voice. 

"Protect me? I don't need any protection Y/N! Do you know how many people I've killed? I'm the four frickin' horsemen, and the apocalypse is coming!" he said, before retching and vomiting over Luther's shoulder. The other 2 men groaned in disgust. I just folded my arms and rolled my eyes. 

"Well, I tried!"

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I sat on a chair in Diego's boiler room apartment, watching Five sleep. I turned to Luther. 

"Hey, uh, thanks for saving me. Back at the academy," I said, not meeting his eyes. 

"Uh, no problem." he answered. Well. This was awkward. 

"Look, Y/N, I know we haven't always gotten along. Y'know, since Ben..." he trailed off. I gave him a look that indicated him to go on. 

"I was thinking if we could call it a truce?" he asked. 

"Sure, no problem," I said, smiling a bit. He grinned and hugged me. 

"Luther.. ribs, ribs!" He let go of me still smiling happily. I looked over at Five's sleeping form. 

He then woke up, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Suddenly, my phone rang. I excused myself and  answered it. 

"Hello?"

"Hello, Hargreeves," a distorted voice said. 

"Who is this?" I asked, closing the door behind me, walking out of the arena. 

"Your worst enemy darling. I have your sister, and if you don't give me what I want, I will kill her."

My heart dropped. Vanya. She couldn't fight, and she didn't have powers, so it couldn't be Allison. But how? No one knew about Vanya. 

"Where are you?" I said, looking around, just in case. 

"That's not the point right now."

"Alright. What do you want?"

"I want you to tell me everything you know about Vanya."