The Sparks Between Us | Five Hargreeves x Reader

TWENTY-SEVEN

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༻ THIRD PERSON POV ༺

The cabin was a graveyard of shattered glass, broken furniture, and the stench of blood, both fresh and old. Luther, Diego, Klaus, and Five had arrived at a speed fueled by fear. The moment they stepped through the door, the sight hit them like a punch to the gut.

Luther was the first to see Allison. His voice cracked as he shouted her name, rushing to her side. She was already gone. Blood poured from the deep gash at her throat, soaking the floor beneath her. She wasn't moving. She wouldn't move again.

Five's heart was in his throat, choking him. The world felt like it had slowed to a crawl as he scanned the room. The terror building inside him was almost unbearable, the fear sharp and relentless.

Where is she?

And then, there. Against the far wall, slumped and still. Y/n.

The world around him disappeared as his feet carried him toward her. His breath hitched in his chest when he saw her—broken, shattered, lifeless. Her left arm was severed, wires sparking from the exposed circuitry. Glass was embedded in her body like a sickening mosaic, and one shard was lodged into her eye, a grotesque testament to the chaos that had unfolded.

"Y/n!" Five's voice was raw, the sound tearing through him. He rushed to her side, his hands trembling as he gently cradled her face, desperate for any sign of life. Her empty eyes stared up at him, dull, lifeless.

"Y/n, please," Five whispered, but there was no response. No flicker of recognition. She was gone.

Please. Please don't do this to me. Please don't leave me like this.

His hands shook violently as he pressed the power button at the back of her neck, his voice cracking as he repeated her name, again and again. But nothing happened. She didn't stir. She didn't move. The only thing that remained was the coldness of her body in his hands, and the hollow silence that seemed to envelop them both.

I did this to you. This is my fault.

His fingers were still pressed to the back of her neck, his entire body trembling as the reality of the situation set in. He hadn't protected her. He hadn't kept her safe. He had pulled her into this life, into danger—and now she was broken because of him.

The words from earlier echoed in his head—If you hadn't come with me, none of this would've happened. It was a thought that churned inside him, a deep, gnawing regret that sank into his bones. The weight of that regret crushed him, suffocated him, as he looked down at her, hoping, praying that she would respond. But nothing came.

"Y/n..." Five's voice was barely audible, a desperate whisper. Tears began to pool in his eyes, his chest tightening with the unbearable pain of seeing her like this, seeing her destroyed because of him.

I should've let you stay at the Academy. You wouldn't be here if I had just—

The thought was too much. It felt like he was drowning. His hand shook even harder as he pressed the power button again. Nothing.

Diego's voice cut through the silence, but Five couldn't hear him. "We have to take them back to the Academy now. Let's go!"

Five's eyes never left Y/n. He didn't hear the others around him. All he could see, all he could feel, was the weight of her broken body in his hands.

The others moved to take Y/n. Klaus and Diego gently lifted her, cradling her as if she were glass. Five's hands, still pressed to the back of her neck, trembled uncontrollably.