𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ☂︎︎ five hargreeves ¹

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃
( chapter six )

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"𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄?"

"Vanya's apartment." The boy replied, looking up at the building.

"O-kay." Alora dragged out. "Why?"

"I need to talk to her." Was all he said before putting his foot on the ladder leading up to her window.

"No, no! What are you doing?!" She hissed, looking around.

Five stopped and looked down at her, "Climbing?"

"You look like a rapist or something, get down!"

He jumped back onto the ground and looked at her. "What do you suppose we do then?"

She stared blankly at him, brows raised. He grabbed her arm and in a flash of light, they arrived in Vanya's living room. Alora flopped onto the couch, bouncing on it slightly.

Five went to the window, closing it and complaining about how she doesn't have any locks.

"This couch is ugly-" Alora started before the door swung open with a creak and Five turned on the lamp next to him. "-hi, Vanny!"

"Jesus!" She gasped, holding her hand to her heart.

"You should have locks on your windows." Five said calmly.

"I live on the second floor."

"Rapists can climb."

Vanya stared at him for a moment before saying, "You are so weird." and closed the door.

She sat on the couch next to Alora and looked at the two. "Is that blood?"

"No, jam." Alora answered before looking down and seeing her shirt stained with blood. "Nevermind."

"From what?" Vanya asked, concerned for her two siblings.

"It's nothing." Five brushed her off.

"Why are you here?"

Five sighed and looked between Vanya and Alora. "I've decided you two are the only ones I can trust."

"Why me?" Vanya asked him while the other woman sat there.

"Because you're ordinary." Alora kicked Five in the shin, making him correct himself, "because you'll listen."

Vanya nodded and got out her first aid kit and some ointments to clean up Five's wound. He rolled back his sleeve and Vanya winced slightly. He started to tell the two woman about what happened when he jumped and got stuck in time. "Do you know what I found?" He asked them.

"No."

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." He paused. "As far as I could tell, I was the last person left alive. I never figured out what killed the human race, but... I did find something else. The date it happens."

"When?" Alora asked, on the edge of her seat (figuratively speaking).

"The world ends in eight days. And I have no idea how to stop it."