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𝗡𝗢 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗗

༛༛ ༛ ༛༺༻༛ ༛ ༛༛
ꕺ CHANGES ꕺ

"Something's wrong."
༛༛ ༛ ༛༺༻༛ ༛ ༛༛

CONGREGATING IN the living room, Diego paced back and forth while Klaus and I were sat on one couch, Five being sat on a single chair.

"The bastard that nearly killed our sister's still out there, with Vanya. We need to go after her." Diego started speaking, all of us, mainly me and Klaus, already being bored with the forced 'game talk'.

"Vanya is not important." Five stood, limping into Diego's eye-line. "Hey, that's your sister." The batman-wannabe warned, a slightly threatening look in his eyes. "A little heartless even for you, Five."

Five shot back, explaining himself. "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." a pause, Five is so dramatic. "Harold Jenkins is our first priority."

"I agree. Let's go." Surprise filled me as Diego never really agrees with anyone from what I've seen so far, must be his hero complex. "You guys count me out." Klaus spoke, "I mean, you know, no offence or whatever. It's just... I kind of feel like this is a whole lot of pressure for newly-sober me, so..."

I stood, ready to go with them. "You're coming Klaus. If I have to deal with this bullshit, then you do too." Klaus fought back, "No, no, no, I mean, I think we can all agree that my power's... I mean, it's pretty much useless. I'd just be holding you guys back."

Rolling my eyes, I moved to stand next to Five, giving a deadpan stare to Klaus. "Klaus, get up." Five threatened. "You can't make me." Now Klaus was looking like an ignorant child. Diego wordlessly took a knife out of its sheath and threw it between Klaus' legs, the scraggly man looking bewildered his brother actually just did that.

Using my powers, I lifted the defiant man-child off of the couch, planting him on his feet. "Oh, then again, a little exercise couldn't hurt. Yeah."

We all piled into the car, Five driving, me in the passenger seat and Diego and Klaus in the back seat. We made our way to Harold Jenkins house, but as we pulled up I noticed the door blown wide open.

"Something feels... wrong." I muttered, getting out of the car. "What?" Five asked, making his way out and next to me. "The door is wide open, the front entrance looks a wreck. We need to get in there. Now." I hurried along the sidewalk and up the path, walking straight into the house.

Broken glass everywhere, it crunched beneath my feet as I walked, and as I walked into the assumed dining room, that's when I saw it.

Harold Jenkins was dead. Klaus, Five and Diego walked in a few seconds after me and Five let out a quiet "Oh god." as he made his way over and inspected the body.

Harold laid there, multiple sharp objects like knives and scissors stabbed into his torso, blood streaking down his forehead, neck and hands as well.

"It's not exactly what I was expecting." Klaus spoke as we all just stood there, staring at the body of Harold Jenkins. "The understatement of the year." Five's sarcasm never seems to waver in situations like this, because sarcasm was all I could smell on that sentence. "No sign of Vanya." Klaus pointed out. It was kind of strange Vanya wasn't here. I'm worried about her. what if she's hurt?