☂︎︎ 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 of 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙳𝙾𝚆𝚂 ☂︎︎ - five hargreeves

* 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 *

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- ☾ '☂︎︎' ☽ -

October 30, 1999

           "Ben hit the ball. It's not that hard."

           "Don't crap on me, Cass. You can't pitch to save your life."

           Allison watched the exchange on the field with mild interest, but she was too busy flicking through her newest magazine to acknowledge her siblings' poor attempts at baseball or, quite frankly, to care.

           "Okay, here–" Cassidy shoved the ball into Ben's hand. "You can play by yourself."

           Baseball was, unfortunately, a skill not many of the Hargreeves siblings had been blessed with as the majority of their time was spent locked in the house training and the only form of entertainment available were things they could build or create for themselves. Not so much as a baseball would dare roll across the mansion floors as long as Reginald Hargreeves lived and breathed.

           Cassidy banged up the metal bleacher seats and sat down ungracefully(Ben had hit the ball into her leg) beside Allison. They watched in silence as he attempted to throw the ball against a wall and pick up the bat quick enough to hit it back.

           "How long do you think it's gonna take before he has to use his powers?" Allison asked, nodding at her filthy brother.

           "Never. He hates it."

           "Why's that?"

           "Same reason Klaus tucks the blankets under his feet when he sleeps —" Cassidy dug around under her seat "He's afraid of something he can't control."

           At that, Allison hummed and continued reading while Cassidy pulled a Cola can from the seat. Being the one in the family who got away with relatively anything and everything with a few simple words gave her the advantage of not being in front of Reginald's scope. On the rare occasion, Allison did come into his line of fire, she managed to knock his shots onto someone else — typically the weaker ones.

           Allison was pretty, but by no means did that make her stupid. Cassidy had learned that the good-looking ones were usually the most deadly, and one past experience had reinforced her belief.

           There was a slight, but noticeable bang from across the bleachers as Vanya sat down at the top row a good ways away from Cassidy and Allison. Cassidy continued picking at the large scab on her nose with determination but not without the occasional glance at Vanya.

           Allison shivered violently then smirked, "Did it get cold in here?"

           "Shut up."

           "What's your problem with her? That training thing was an accident."

           "She almost killed me," Cassidy snapped, throwing her can angrily down the bleachers. Her fingers rubbed her fleshy scab.