my spark. - five hargreeves x fem! reader

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december tenth, 1961.

y/n and peter were on the roof of his parents' home, bottles of different alcohol next to them.

"so, your last name, what is it?" the seventeen-year-old boy asked his female counterpart after taking a sip of his beer.

the girl looked at him, "what?" she started drinking some of her beer.

"you've never told us your last name, or anythin' about where you came from. like family or school and stuff. what was that private school you said you went to?"

y/n stared at him as she quickly chugged the rest of her drink, throwing the bottle off the roof when she was finished.

"why do you wanna know?"
"just curious 'bout ya. you're pretty, funny, smart, and really cool. i wanna know more."

the girl sighed as she tried to remember the false name she gave when she arrived, "uh....the um....umbreli institute."

the boy nodded, "oh, yeah, yeah. was it fun there? or like borin' or whatever?"

the girl got flashbacks to her and her siblings during training and missions. all of her moments with everyone. how reginald favored her and luther more, allison jumped ahead of her out of jealousy. her two years with ben. then five. oh, that boy. without him, she wouldn't be here. she wished she wasn't here. she wished she was with five.

she cleared her throat, "um, yeah it was uh...fun sometimes, i guess. lots of work and uhm...we were all really close. there was only eight of us-"

"eight? sorry to cut ya off but i thought there'd be more."
"yeah, its a uh...very exclusive and expensive school. need certain requirements to get in."

the blonde nodded as the girl sighed and rubbed the tattoo on her left wrist.

'requirement indeed.' the girl thought.

"woah, is that a tattoo?" the boy asked as he stared at her arm.

"o-oh yeah."
"where's it from? how're you allowed to get it?"
"uh- it um...its from the school, so we remember where we...came from."
"may i?"
"sure."

the boy grabbed her arm carefully and pulled her sleeve down, looking at the umbrella tattoo, "cool!"

he looked up at her, "is your scar from the school too?" he pointed to her left eye.

she grazed the scar with gentle fingertips, remembering the way she got it.

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vanya swung her arm through the air, slicing y/n from her heart through her blind eye and ending above her eyebrow, she sliced allison's throat in the same motion.

the wind stopped and the two sisters gasped with wide eyes as blood immediately gushed out of their wounds, allison grabbed her throat as y/n's glow and sparks faded before she collapsed to the floor.