A pyromantic wife and a spacial jumping husband face the dawn of a dead tomorrow; but what did it matter so long as they were hand in bloody hand?
As Lena Flores attempted to save the world, it all began to collapse in on them and they began to won...
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Upon landing, all the air had rushed out of Lena's lungs. Pain flared up her back and the weight on her chest made it hard to breathe. She shoved him off of her and rolled onto her side, hearing the boy groan and grab her by the forearm. He pulled her up and she let him, swaying once her feet were under her and strands of hair coming loose from her ponytail falling in her face.
She looked at the boy holding her arm and froze.
He felt the tension in her and met her eyes.
"Shit."
She tilted her head. He looked like a teenager, a few years off being able to drink and she grinned at the sight of his shorter hair falling across his forehead, the stress lines in his face all gone, the permanent lime between his eyebrows smoothed out.
She expected she looked about the same, her red blazer a bit longer at the sleeves and no longer form fitting. Her tie was loose.
She felt her face and her piercings were still in tact, making her grin.
"That's one way to put it."
Five looked down at himself in annoyance, tugging at the collar of his oversized blazer that had once fit quite nicely to his more build frame and broad shoulders.
Everyone else stood watching the two in utter confusion and shock. Their eyes flickered between their long lost brother and the strange girl next to him, as though they couldnt comprehend the scene in front of them.
Unsurprisingly.
Without a glance to his siblings, Five ignored all of their ztares and walked off towards the building he had once called home. Leaving Lena without a glance.
Lena fought back the urge to snap at him but knew she could do that later and stormed after him, parting the siblings like the red sea as they jumped to get out of her way.
Her legs were a little shorter now, she noticed, and cursed Five. The sound of footsteps followed her and him into what looked like a gloomy kitchen. (She trusted his sense of directions more than her own right now, for obvious reasons.)
The siblings all took seats or opted to stand, watching Five dart around the room using his powers to begin making a sandwich. The curly haired one in the skirt climbed onto the table and sat on it cross legged without a care.
"Hey," Lena jabbed a finger into Five's side as he leant past her to grab a jar of peanut butter from the cupboard. She hissed without care, "I told you those equations were wrong."
He rolled his eyes like the child he looked like and in some odd way, it was refreshing to see.
He pointed his finger in her face in warning. "Not another word."
The siblings eyes darted back and forth at the strange interaction like they were watching a tennis match, gawking at this stranger and their brother who they hadn't seen in years.
