The Prophecy | Five Hargreeves

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When the group arrived at the crime scene, corpses were strewn all over the yard and sirens could be heard wailing in the distance.

"Okay. Ben is an asshоlе. I'll give you that. But a mass murderer?" Allison says making you look around. The idea that your brother could do something like this was horrifying.

"They have terrible taste in tattoos and have turned everyone into haggis," Lila remarks, holding up a bloody arm. The tattoo was similar to what Five and his siblings had. It appeared to be an upside-down umbrella, similar to what happens when an umbrella gets dragged by the wind and becomes inside out.

"Some next-level psycho shit," Diego states.

"This could have been a rescue mission," Viktor says. You nod.

"Maybe he was rescuing Jennifer?" you point out, Viktor nods.

"More likely a massacre by two individuals who are growing increasingly violent by the minute," Reginald says.

"Oh shut up for once will ya?" You say annoyed by his comment.

"You don't know that," Viktor exclaims defending Ben as well.

"All right, so my guys tell me that this whole farm actually belongs to those two lunatics who ambushed us at New Grumpson. Gene and Jean Thibedeau." Five says joining the group.

"Well, maybe Ben killed them too," Luther says.

"Well, Forensics found fresh tracks leading out of the barn. My guess is they escaped." Five explains.

"Well, they couldn't have gotten far. Based on the signs of rigor, I'd say time of death was six, maybe seven hours ago." Allison says taking a close look at the bodies.

"How do you know that?" Diego questions with his arms crossed.

"Wichita, PD. Thursday nights at 9/8 Central." She said. Everyone just stared blankly at her.

"Ready the car." Reginald orders.

"I gotta make a call," Allison says. The groups part ways taking a look at the mess. Including yourself. Five follows close behind.

"We have to help him." You mutter 'to yourself,' knowing Five is behind you and can hear you perfectly.

"Slow down," he tells you taking hold of you. Your gaze travels down at your intertwined hands before looking up at him.

"Can we talk?" he softly asks. Your brows furrowed slightly, confused.

"What about?" you bluntly asked.

"Do you really blame us for... you know?" He asks. It was fascinating how quickly his demeanor changed around you. He was softer and less snappy. You let out a shaky breath shaking your head.

"I was just angry." You say.

"But..." You're hesitant and he could see that.

"Sometimes I cant help but wonder what if... you know." You say hoping he can catch on and won't make you say it. Five nods. Lila takes this as her opportunity.

"You two thinking what I'm thinking?" She says cutting the moment short as she wraps one arm around Five and the other around you.

"Rarely." Five says annoyed.

"There might be a way to stop all this." She begins.

"The answer is no."

"Hey, you didn't even let me ask the question." She says letting go of the couple.

"I know I'm gonna hate it. Why waste the oxygen?" Five says.

"Why don't we use that little time choo-choo, go back in time, and stop the coming Armageddon?" She suggests much too enthusiastic.