The Sparks Between Us | Five Hargreeves x Reader

THIRTY-THREE

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༻ Y/N'S POV ༺

I pushed open the doors, and immediately, I was hit with the overwhelming sight before me. Vanya stood alone on stage, her fingers effortlessly gliding across the strings of her violin. Each note rang out sharply, cutting through the air, the tone piercing my skull like an ice pick. My head throbbed in response, and I gripped the side of my head, trying to steady myself. The same sharp tone. That same sensation I felt the night we found her—back at the cabin. That name, that connection, it was all too much, too familiar.

But I couldn't lose focus. Not now.

I quickly pushed the discomfort aside and looked around. Gunshots rang out, deafening in the cavernous space, as masked men fired at Luther, Allison, Klaus, and Five. The family was scattered, crouched behind the rows of theater chairs, trying to avoid the relentless fire.

"You lost her!" I heard Five shout, his voice carrying across the chaos.

"I didn't!" Diego shouted back, but there was desperation in his tone. "I left her with Klaus."

Just then, Klaus came sprinting into the theater, barely ducking behind the chairs as a bullet grazed the air near him. "I can't find Y/n!" he shouted, panic creeping into his voice.

The scene was spiraling. The chaos was nearly suffocating. But there was no time to waste.

I scanned the area and caught sight of one of the masked men walking through the aisles, completely unaware of my presence. He was dangerously close to the family. My eyes locked on him, calculating my next move. Without hesitation, I darted toward him, moving with the kind of precision I was built for.

I got behind him before he could react. A swift kick to the back of his leg sent him stumbling forward. He tried to recover, but before he could turn around, I closed the distance, punching him square in the face. He staggered, and before he could recover, I aimed a brutal kick to his side, followed by a quick twist of his arm. He winced in pain, his posture faltering.

I was about to snap his arm when I felt the cold press of a gun against my neck. My breath caught. The other masked man had me in his grip, pushing the barrel of his gun tighter against my throat, cutting off my air. I struggled against the pressure, my fingers reaching for his hand, trying to pull it away, but his grip was unrelenting.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the first masked man I'd taken down getting back to his feet, drawing his own gun and aiming it directly at me. I was trapped, caught between two attackers.

But then, just as the tension peaked, everything shifted.

Five teleported in behind the man holding the gun to my throat. With a swift movement, he threw the masked man off-balance, making him swing wildly. As the man's gun discharged in the chaos, the bullet struck the other masked man, hitting him square in the chest. The man crumpled to the ground, his body collapsing with a sickening thud.

I gasped for air as I fell to the floor, the pressure on my throat finally released. The world around me was still spinning, but I pushed myself up as Five scrambled to my side, his face grim with concern. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice low but urgent.

Before I could answer, the gunfire continued, relentless. The sound of Vanya's violin, her power still spiraling through the air, filled the space, making everything feel like it was falling apart around us. Five didn't wait for a response. He grabbed my arm, pushing me down behind the theater seats with him, using his body to shield mine.

The gunshots echoed throughout the theater, sharp and unforgiving. The staccato rhythm of bullets ricocheted off the walls, a constant barrage that made the air feel thick with danger. Five's hand gripped the back of my head, forcing me lower, pushing me closer to the floor as the shots continued to tear through the room.