Time's on Fire

Tre

☂︎ THIRD PERSON POV ☂︎
• 17 YEARS AGO •

"Hey, get back with the others." A robber told Allison.

"I heard a rumor."

"What? What did you say?"

"I heard a rumor that you shot your friend in the foot." Her voice echoed into his brain, causing his eyes to turn a ghostly white as he cocked his gun.

"Hey, dude! What the hell?" One of the other robbers yelled at him as he shot him in the foot. The action caused him to pull the trigger on his gun, the bullets hitting a random window, causing the hostages inside the bank to scream.

Luther dropped in from the ceiling.

He grabbed onto a robber, slamming his face into the counter below them before throwing him out of a window.

"Guns are for sissies. Real men throw knives." Diego exclaimed, throwing two knives that soared through the air before turning at the last minute, hitting a robber in both of his shoulders and nailing him to the wall.

"Relying on material things is honestly a little sad, even for people like you." Serafina sighed, looking at the robber in front of her.

"Get back!" He yelled, pointing his gun at her.

He pulled the trigger.

Serafina sidestepped the bullet, watching as it embedded into the wall behind her. She quirked a brow, placing her fists together. Pulling them apart, she revealed a long string of fire.

She cracked it like a whip before throwing it forward, the fire wrapping around the robber's neck like a rope. With all of her strength, she flung him up into the ceiling.

"Get back, you freaks." A robber said, waving his gun at the siblings from his spot on the counter.

"Hey, be careful up there, buddy." Klaus taunted.

"Get back now!"

"Or what?" Five asked, appearing behind the man. He blinked just in time to miss the bullets the robber began to shoot at the place he had once been. Five blinked behind him.

The robber turned, holding up a stapler.

"Ooh! That's one badass stapler!" Five exclaimed, grabbing onto the desk item and throwing it back into the robber's forehead. He fell to the ground.

"Do we really have to do this?" Ben asked his siblings.

"Come on, Ben. There's more guys in the vault." Luther told him.

Ben sighed. "I didn't sign up for this."

He walked into the vault, closing the door behind him. Although behind frosted glass, the massacre that happened inside was as clear as day. The hostages were terrified, running out of the bank in a fit of screams. Once the bloodshed was over, Ben appeared behind the door, covered head to toe in blood.

"Can we go home now?" He asked.

Luther lead his siblings out of the bank; Serafina cleaned off the blood from Ben's face. He thanked her as they followed their family out.