chapter three

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"What?" the children all stood there. Allison and Luther broke the silence first after Pogo spoke.

Their father is gone.

Three days after his departure and suddenly he's gone.

Diego sputtered, words stuck on the tip of his tongue while Vanya, who had at first, been happy to finally be included in something deflated and gaped at the thought of her father's death.

Maybe she shouldn't be included in any family meetings anymore. Bad luck seems to have a thing with her.. She frowns.

Klaus on the other hand, more than enthusiastically popped his mouth. "Holy shit!? Finally! Now we can do drugs and drink!" his shout caused Allison to snap out of it with a surprised shake, "What? No!"

"Must everything be about drugs and alcohol to you, Klaus." Ben scoffed beside said boy. "Hey! At least I'm not as addicted to being a bookworm like Vanya or looking at each other like Luther and Allison do! Also they help me sleep better, excuse you!" Klaus defends, immediately getting an offended gasp from Allison and a barely audible whimper from Vanya.

"I heard a rumor you tripped over yourself and broke your nose!" Allison shouts. Within seconds, her brother did just that, though thankfully, with Vanya's help, his nose survived from any horrible damage.

"Ah, ah, that's bad attitude, number three." Klaus tutted with a tip of his chin as he stood proud, blood streaming steadily from his right nostril, mocking their father's gestures. "Don't use your powers without big daddy's permission, remember?" he laughed when Allison started barfing at the term he used for their father.

"Hey! Don't make fun of dad!" Luther interjected between them, fuming at the sight.

"Oh, grow up Luther. We're fifteen, your Daddy's dead." Diego snapped with a sneer, getting his collar fisted by Luther in response.

Vanya made herself smaller and smaller with every insult and aggressive pointing her siblings let out. Trembling hands anxiously grasping to her violin for some sort of mental support.

If only she had rejected the invitation to this meeting. She'd be happier playing her violin alone in the library.

Ben merely shrugged when Pogo looked between their mother and him before promptly looking away. Letting out a small whistle as he enjoys the quiet in his mind, miles away from his brothers and sister.

"Children. Enough." came a booming voice. It was a thoughtful boom, the words soft rather than a reprimand. They all looked up, curious, confused and mostly scared.

An anonymous man delicately made his way down the stairs, his cheeks were round making him look younger than he is. His handsome jawlines did wonders to make up for his fluttering eyes and childish cheek fat.

His throat bobbed, the apple prominent even in the darkness. The veins on his arms indicates that he worked out a lot, but the surprisingly thin stature said otherwise.

The man's eyes bewitched them, even when it was looking away. It looked as though it had experienced hell and back. Holding precious secrets within them like rare diamonds.

The air around him was so similar to their father's to the point that some of them had tremors running along their spine. Thinking about the punishments they've all gotten mere weeks ago.

"Klaus did you make dad come back to the living and made him younger or…" Luther asked as one foot made its way over the other. "Nah, you'd be high before that ever happens." Klaus murmured back. "Can you two close your mouth for once." Ben bites, a little breathless as he watches a well-recognized face looking up from the staircase then to them.

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