Dysfunctional ~ F.Hargreeves

16} Slit Throats And Shattered Glass

"Hell yes!" Jenna leaned her head out the window, soaking in the cool air that blew through her hair, "More music!" She blared Pink Cadillac throughout the car while they discussed what to do once they found Allison and Peabody.
Absolute classic, baby!

"Jen, sweetie, you need to focus right now, okay?" Five tried to reason with her.
"Nope. No focusing," She brought her head back into the car, "We've been driving for ages and haven't talked much until now, when I have my happy music on. I love you for your pink Cadillac, crushed velvet seats, riding in the back, oozing down the street..."
"Ignore her," Five rolled his eyes, "We have another fifteen-ish minutes till we get to the cabin."
"I'm really worried about Allison," Luther sighed, sadly.
"We all are, bud," Klaus agreed, "I know she'll be okay, though. It's Allison. She can handle herself."
"Would it make you feel better if I flew there before you all?" Jenna offered, "I could make sure everything's okay."
"That would be nice, Jenna. Thank you," Luther smiled at her, happy that someone was actually listening to him.

"Nope," Five shook his head, "Not happening."
"Why?" Jenna questioned, "I'm the only one who can do it. You're driving."
"I said no," He clutched the steering wheel harder.
"Why?"
"Because I'm not gonna risk losing you to this Jenkins guy, alright?" The car fell silent at his outburst, "Please, just stay here. We'll be there soon."
"Fifteen minutes is a long time," Jenna tried to convince him, "Anything could happen."
"Just stay here."
"Five, I promise nothing will happen to me. I want to make sure your sister is alright. Right Luther?"
"Please Five?" Luther looked to his brother with pleading eyes.
"Ugh, fine," Five begrudgingly caved, "But if anything happens to you I'll kill you myself."
"I'll be safe, don't worry," She gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

Jenna popped open the door and flew out, gliding through the air while swinging from bursts of electricity. She couldn't exactly fly, but more so floated and drifted through lightning and electricity that she controlled to hold her. It wasn't an easy task, in fact, it was quite draining to her, but she enjoyed the calm that flooded her system as she enjoyed the fresh air and crackle of lightning all around her. It felt like home; like bliss to her mostly miserable life. She made her way to the cabin in no time, finding Allison standing on the porch by herself.
"Jesus, Jenna!" Allison grabbed her chest once Jenna approached her, "You scared me? What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to help you," Jenna gave her a warm smile, "Is this where Vanya is?"
"It should be. Let's go."

All around them on the porch were swinging lights and rustling blinds, almost like the sound of the violin from inside was causing a reaction from their surroundings. They looked between one another with questioning glances and walked to the door hoping to find Vanya.
"Vanya? Is that you?" Allison yelled over the noise into the cabin.
Jenna opened the front door and let Allison walk in first.

"Vanya," Allison exclaimed, "There you are. What is going on?"
"What are you doing here?" Her sister asked, "And why are you here, Jenna?"
"We came to find you," Jenna told her, "Is everything alright here?"
"Are you okay?" Allison asked.
"Yeah," Vanya replied like there was no problem.
"There's something... weird going on," Allison shook her head while glancing around, "What's causing it?"
"Me," Vanya smirked.
"I knew I felt weird electrons near you," Jenna muttered, squinting at her.
"What do you mean 'me'?" Allison's face scrunched up in confusion.
"She has powers, Allison," Jenna elbowed her, "I'm guessing sound manipulation by the looks of it."
"Yeah," Vanya smiled at Jenna, "I made those things happen. With... my powers. I think they're what Jenna said, but I'm not sure. Turns out I've had them all this time, though. It's weird, huh?"

Allison gasped, "It's in- it's incredible."
"But?"
"Ca- can we do this in the car?"
"Why?"
"I'm guessing you're not gonna wanna hear what we have to say," Jenna admitted.
"Well, that's never stopped Allison before," Vanya scoffed.
Allison sighed and started to spill everything out, "Leonard Peabody? His real name is Harold Jenkins," Vanya didn't reply and just stared blankly while Allison continued, "Remember when I couldn't find anything in the library on Leonard? It's because Leonard Peabody doesn't exist. Harold Jenkins does. He was in prison for twelve years. He murdered his father when he was thirteen."
"This is... insane," Vanya chuckled, completely gobsmacked, "His dad was an engineer at the-"
"It's true, though," Jenna piggybacked off of Allison, "We aren't lying, I swear."
"I have the police report in the car for evidence, we can show you," Allison offered.