Life as We Know it [Five]

Twenty

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"So what now?" Five asked, panting heavily as he finally divulged the happenings of the past few hours. From meeting their past selves to witnessing the murder of JFK, both Emery and Five were left to get over the paradox psychosis that was slowly pecking away at their will— Five more than anyone.

"Isn't that what you're supposed to know?" Luther asked, dropping the gun and looking at it with disdain.

"We go back to Elliotts. I'm willing to bet a lot of money that that's where everyone's going to go after watching the assassination." Emery said, still in his right mind enough to answer rationally.

"You think they were watching?"

"It's your family, Luther. What else would they be doing?"

"Fair point." Five said, itching the lingering scratch on the back of his neck before stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Lets go."

The ride was formidable, Luther at the wheel and Emery in the back. It was silent and no one made any moves to break it. Not even Five who was looking intently out the window, mind buzzing as the gears turned like cogs in an elaborate system. If he was coming up with some other plan or if that was just his resting face, Emery didn't know but he made no moves to find out.

When they got back to Elliotts, Emery was sombrely glad to find he was correct albeit not completely. Vanya, Diego, Klaus, and Allison were gathered in the main room, watching a large television set in the middle of the room and turned to the news.

They recounted the past few hours to them and Emery listened with a raised brow as they told him how Vanya had been tracked by the FBI and was the one who caused the second doomsday and how they stopped her, Ben giving his life to do it. He had missed out on a whole world ending event and he was only just finding out about it now?

Finally, Emery leaned against the stairs banister as he watched the speaker on the television give everyone the run down, information hitting him light a freight train. His mind was so overwhelmed he hadn't even realized he was standing next to Vanya, the girl who almost supposedly ended the world again until she looked at him with a concerned expression and he forced a weak smile in return.

"Authorities are asking for help identifying several persons of interest at Dealey Plaza at the time of the assassination. The FBI believes they may have been acting in concert with the alleged shooter, Lee Harvey Oswald." The speaker went on. "Vanya Hargreeves wanted in connection with the deaths of several FBI agents inside the federal building at Dealey Plaza. A Cuban exile known only as Diego who recently escaped from the Holbrook Sanitarium. A bare-knuckle boxer with suspected Mafia ties who fights under the alias 'King Kong'. Allison Chestnut, a Negro radical responsible for instigating and organizing the recent riots at Stadtler's lunch counter. Unseemly looking Emery Lamont, wanted for first degree murder. And finally, Klaus, the controversial cult leader and known tax evader. The FBI is asking the public to be on the lookout for this unidentified boy, who they believe is being held hostage by the suspected terrorist network."

One by one, the screen flickered to a photo or a version of a photo of their faces respectively. A well detailed drawing was in place of Klaus' photo and Emery's photo was blurry, the lines of his face cloudy but not so indistinguishable that he wouldn't not be found out if he were to go out on the streets now.

"Well, it's true." Five shrugged as the television clattered on endlessly. "I do feel I'm being held hostage most days."

"God, I hate that photo." Diego said, arms crossed in contempt.

"They're saying I instigated the riot?" Allison asked incredulously. "That's unbelievable." She scoffed.

"And they're saying I killed my friend." Emery said bitterly, eyes narrowed like he could smite the man giving the report through the screen. "They're not exactly spilling truths here."