The Symphony

Chapter 12

Honestly, following Diego seemed like a good idea at first. I had to spend 10 minutes of my time convince them that I had nothing to do with Patch, then another 10 minutes to persuade them to let me into see Diego, and another 5 to get them to understand that I was not a child, despite the uniform. Jeez, cops. I can't believe Diego used to be one of them. They were to uptight, too tense, and too bound by the rules.

I sat on the bench outside Diego's cell. 

"Remind me again why I'm here again?" I said, as I lay down and sighed at the ceiling before turning my head toward my brother behind bars. 

"Because you're my darling sister and are here to support me and clear my name?" he asked hopefully. 

"Nope, not it," I said, before sitting up again. We shot snarky comments at each other for a few minutes, debating or not whether or not I should help him or not. Okay, let's be honest, who wouldn't want to see knife boy number two stuck in jail in an orange jumpsuit? I was actually a bit disappointed when I asked the officers about the jumpsuit. They said and I quote "innocent until proven guilty, Hargreeves. You of all people should know that. You used to be a superhero."

Ugh. Superheroes. I hated that word. We weren't in any way super. We were just special people who cleaned up people's messes. The good we were doing, it doesn't affect anything. There was still going to be crime. It doesn't matter what we do. But we were all different. 

Luther didn't care, he just wanted dad's approval. Diego just wanted everyone to love him, to see him as the hero. Allison just followed along with Luther. Klaus... well Klaus just drank and drug his problems away. Five. Five was a bit harder to read. I don't know what he wanted. Ben just want peace and quiet. But with his tentacles, it was harder for him. Vanya just wanted to fit in. And me? I just wanted it all to stop. After Ben's funeral, we all slipped a bit. He was our glue. (Newt!!!) I had lost everything. When I was in college, I made some friends, but they were bad friends. I had fallen too hard into the havoc to realize it. They made me a horrible person. I drank alcohol every night, and I did drugs every single day. I went to parties, and I let them copy my work. When I finally stopped, they pushed the blame all on me. I was shunned and bullied. I refused to use my powers and skills to defend because I wanted to know what it was like to be normal. But when you were a Hargreeves, nothing will ever be normal. Whatever you do. 

I was snapped out of my thoughts when the door creaked open. Another officer came in. He freed Diego and let him go. After me and Diego were out on the streets, he smirked at me. 

"Did you actually think I was gonna stay in there?" he asked. 

"If that guy hadn't let you out... I'd think yes!" I said, smiling a bit. He punched my shoulder playfully. 

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I was back at the academy, helping Mom around the house. I loved spending quality time with Mom. Even though she was a robot, she was better than any Mom I could ask for. The door clattered, and the boys dragged a bleeding Allison inside. 

"Oh my!" I said, running forward. Her throat was slit open and blood spattered her shirt and Luther's. We carried her inside and rested in the infirmary. 

"She's suffered severe laceration to her larynx. One of you will have to give blood." Mom concluded. 

"I will, I'm doing it," Luther said, rolling up his sleeve, but Pogo stopped him. 

"I'm afraid that is not possible, dear boy. I'm afraid your blood is more compatible with mine," he said with a soft chuckle. Normally, I would laugh at his monkey blood compatibility, but Allison's life was at stake. I stepped forward. 

"Let me," I said, pulling off my blazer. 

"Miss Y/N, your blood is different. It moves at a more exceeding rate, it could kill your sister," he said gently. My cheeks flushed red as I pulled my blazer on again. Klaus stepped in front of me. 

"Hey don't sweat it, I got this, sis," he said. He lifted his arm up for Mom. "I love needles."

I scoffed. 

"Master Klaus, your blood is-- how should I say this? Too polluted," Pogo said, tapping his cane. I would also have laughed out loud this time, but I held it. 

"Move, I'll do it" Diego said, shouldering his way forward, his sleeve was already up. Grace held up a giant syringe. Diego took one look and fainted. 

"Pussy," I muttered.

Pogo nodded. "Stick him," he said to Grace, as she stuck the needle into Diego.