AMBER HARGREEVES present day.
"if i get another chance to, i will never neglect you, who am i to hold your past against you?"
"FUCK." I MUMBLE to myself, watching as Allison's body is hurriedly laid down on a stretcher in the middle of the Academy, Grace immediately checking over her wound.
Grace slides a pair of latex gloves on, "She's suffered a severe laceration to her larynx. One of you will need to give blood."
"I will." All of us speak over one another.
"I'm doing it." Luther begins to roll up his sleeve, revealing an incredibly hairy arm.
Pogo speaks up from behind us, "I'm afraid that's not possible, dear boy. Your blood is more compatible with mine."
Luther slowly rolls his sleeve down, a frown on his face.
"Hey-!" Klaus raises an arm. "Don't sweat it, I-I got this, big guy." He waves Luther off with a small smile. "I love needles."
"Master Klaus," Pogo speaks once more. "Your blood is..." He trails off slightly. "How shall I say this? Too polluted."
"I c-" I begin to speak, being cut off by Pogo.
"The same as Klaus, I'm afraid."
I let a huff blow out of my lips, blowing some hair past my lips and out of my face, lowering my arm.
"Move." Diego commands, making his way over to Grace and beginning to roll his sleeve up.
"This isn't gonna end well." I comment, ignoring the glare that Diego sends me.
"Yeah, go on." Luther encourages Diego.
"I'll do it." Diego nods to him, turning towards Grace.
Diego looks at the needle which Grace produces, and his eyes instantly roll upwards, the man collapsing to the floor at just the sight alone with a small whimper.
"No-" Luther groans out.
"What did I say?" I mumble to myself.
Pogo nods to Grace. "Stick him."
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Diego paces around the room, barely sparing Five and I a glance from where we're sat on the living room sofa. "The bastard that nearly killed our sister is out there, with Vanya. We need to go after her."
"Jenkins?" I question, then furrow my eyebrows slightly. "Wait, is it Peabody or Jenkins? 'Cause I'm still not sur-"
Five interrupts me with a scoff. "Vanya is not important."
Klaus snickers from the couch.
Diego raises a hand to him, pointing with a dagger. "Hey, that's your sister. A little heartless, even for you, Five."
"I'm not saying I don't care about her, but if the apocalypse happens today, she dies along with the other seven billion of us."
"Pretty sure it's eight billion now." I cough into my palm, causing Five to give me an exasperated look.
"Do you have anything useful to contribute?" He glares at me, standing up from his sofa and joining Diego in pacing around the room.
"All aboard the runway." I mutter.
"Harold Jenkins is our first priority." Five decides.
"I agree." Diego looks over to me, then to Klaus. "Let's go."
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𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒, diego hargreeves
Fanfiction❝WHY ARE YOU STARING AT DIEGO?❞ Klaus tries to tilt his head. "Should I be looking at him, too?" I blink a few times as Diego's head instantly lifts, and he looks at me as I quickly focus on Klaus, heat burning up on my cheeks. "I don't think I was...
