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PART ONE ━━ SEASON ONE 011. onze
❝LAST TIME I CHECKED, I DIDN'T DIE.❞
Wednesday, 8:15 am
"Three days?" Allison handed Luther his coffee.
"That's what Five said," He replied.
"The old bastard did mention the apocalypse, come to think of it," Klaus informed them as Allison handed him his coffee, "He just left put the part of how soon."
"Can we trust him?" Lyra asked, Allison handing her her coffee, "Merci," The model looked at the actress, "I don't know if you've noticed, no offence of course but Five's a little loufoque in the head," She told them, swirling her finger next to her head.
Klaus chuckles, "Our little psycho."
"He was pretty convincing," Luther said, "And if he wasn't trying to stop an apocalypse, those two lunatics wouldn't be chasing him."
"That's why they were after him?" Diego, who had scored a cast, let out.
Luther looked at him, "Yeah."
"What did Five even see?" Allison asked him.
Luther hesitated.
"Uh... apparently, we all fought together against whoever was responsible," He looked down.
Luther clicks his tongue, "So, here's the plan," He changed the subject and stood up.
"Uh, we go through Dad's research—"
"Wait, what?" Everyone protested. "Wait a tick, wait a tick, wait a tick." "Nope, not happening." Lyra forced him to sit back down with her powers.
"What actually happened the first time around," Klaus asked the large man.
"Yeah Luther," Lyra tilted her head at him, "What are you not telling us?"
"Come on big boy, spit it out," Diego urged him.
Luther looked down at his coffee.
"We died," he said, "all except for one woman." He looked at the woman in Chuck Taylors.
"Wait so, we all died except for Lyra?" Diego looked confused.
"Yeah, pretty much so," Luther took a sip of his coffee.
An umbrella fell, making Klaus scream in fright as it fell next to him.
"Wow," Allison let out.
"Do you have anything that relates to apocalypse? Like... a clue or something?" Lyra asked.
"Nope," Luther shook his head, "Not a single clue."
