Gnosis

PART II: PROLOGUE

Word Count: 1065

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Five Hargreeves stumbled into a dimly lit alley on November 25, 1963, in Dallas. His breath was ragged as he fell into a puddle, sending ripples through the murky water. The familiar hum of temporal displacement made him look up just in time to see the portal above him flicker. Desperately, he called out for (Y/n) and his siblings, but the portal vanished, leaving him alone with no reply.

The distant sound of gunfire pulled his attention away from his own predicament. He turned sharply at the sound, confused. He began to make his way out of the alley, the noises of chaos drawing him forward.

Five stumbled out of the alley and onto the street, and the sight that greeted him was one of utter pandemonium. The air was thick with smoke, the acrid smell of burning rubber and gunpowder stinging his nostrils. People ran past him in a rush, their faces etched with fear and confusion. Buildings were ablaze, windows shattered, and debris littered the streets. The scene was apocalyptic, with fires crackling and the sounds of distant explosions rumbling in the background.

Tanks rumbled down the streets, their treads crushing everything in their path. Soldiers in uniforms dashed by, one dropping lifelessly to the ground, a bullet wound to the head.

Five's gaze followed a fighter jet streaking across the sky, its engines roaring as it trailed a plume of smoke. As he looked back down, his eyes caught sight of something, a discarded newspaper fluttering in the wind, its ink smeared but still legible.

He knelt down and grabbed the newspaper, quickly scanning the headline. "Soviets Attack U.S." it read in bold, letters.

"This can't be right," he muttered under his breath. He scanned the frenzied scene before him, his mind racing. This was not the history he remembered.

As Five pushed through the panic-stricken crowd, his thoughts churned with questions. The scene around him was a tumult of chaos: people were sprinting in every direction, some desperately searching for safety, others frozen in terror. The cacophony of shouts, screams, and the relentless blare of sirens filled the air.

"What the hell did we do now?" He questioned out loud.

Suddenly, a tank fired behind him, the deafening explosion propelling him to the ground. The world seemed to explode into a blur of sound. His ears rang violently, the noise a painful drone that drowned out all other sensory input. He lay there, dazed, the ground beneath him feeling strangely distant and unsteady.

As the ringing in his ears subside, Five struggled to push himself up from the debris-strewn street. His vision cleared, and he finally managed to stand. His eyes darted around, searching for any sign of familiarity.

Then he saw them—his siblings, scattered throughout the battlefield, each engaged in engaged in the battle around him.

Vanya hovered high above the battlefield, her body glowing with an intense, radiant energy. She held out her hand, the air around her crackling with raw power as she caught the tank shell. With a swift motion, she detonated the shell in front of her; the explosion sending a shockwave through the surrounding area. The force of the blast pushed back any nearby combatants and scorched the ground below, but Vanya remained unperturbed.

Below her, the scene was equally chaotic. Klaus was standing amidst the fray with a determined look in his eyes. He was conjuring the souls of fallen soldiers, their ghostly forms rising from the ground and materializing into spectral warriors. These vengeful apparitions moved with a mind of their own, attacking the living soldiers with fury.

A scream drew Five's attention upward. On a nearby rooftop, he spotted Luther. The massive, ape-like figure of his brother was unmistakable as he leaped down, landing beside Klaus. Luther's enormous form shielded him from the brunt of a rocket launcher's blast. The explosion sent debris flying, but Luther's bulk absorbed most of the force. The two brothers exchanged a brief look before a tentacle shot out, ensnaring an approaching soldier. It was Ben's ghost, perched atop another building opposite where Luther had just been.

With a powerful throw, Ben flung the soldier into a group of three more. Behind them stood Allison. She called out to them, taking a step forward and uttered her signature phrase: "I heard a rumor...". Moments later, the soldiers' heads exploded, her powers leaving them lifeless on the ground.

Just a close distance was Diego, who stood atop an overturned car, surrounded by six soldiers with guns trained on him. The air was thick with the staccato rhythm of gunfire as the soldiers opened fire. Diego moved, leaping into the air and deftly redirecting each bullet at the shooters. The soldiers fell one by one, their attempts to hit him rendered futile by his maneuvers. As the last of the soldiers dropped, Diego's eyes locked onto Five.

"Five, you sick son of a bitch. Where have you been?" Diego's voice cut through the chaos, the anger and frustration clear in his tone.

Five was poised to jump into the fray, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he readied himself to join his siblings. But just as he was about to leap into action, a firm grasp on his arm halted him. He spun, his brows furrowing in confusion as he saw Hazel. The once sharp, youthful face was now marked by age.

"If you wanna live, come with me," Hazel urged, his voice urgent.

Five's confusion deepened as he stared at Hazel. "Hazel. What the hell is going on here?"

"There's no time to explain," Hazel replied, pointing to the sky. "Those are nukes, old-timer."

Five's eyes followed Hazel's pointed finger, and he saw the unmistakable silhouettes of nuclear missiles descending from the sky. The sight of the incoming threat sent a jolt of fear through him. His heart raced as he turned back to Hazel, desperation evident in his expression.

"What about my family?" he asked, panic creeping into his voice.

"You can't save them if you're dead," Hazel answered grimly.

Without another moment's hesitation, Five grasped Hazel's hand tightly. In a heartbeat, they vanished from the chaotic battlefield. The world around them dissolved into the bright, all-encompassing light of teleportation, a disorienting sensation that left Five's thoughts lingering in his family.

As long as he knew where his siblings were, he told himself, he could find a way to save them. But one nagging thought refused to leave his mind, a question that had been gnawing at him since he arrived.

Where is (Y/n)?

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A/N:

As for where she could be... how about I leave that as a mystery for you to guess? I'm excited to see what theories you come up with!

That's all for today. Until the next update! Ta-ta!

Your Author,

Yuitia

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