☂︎︎ 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 of 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙳𝙾𝚆𝚂 ☂︎︎ - five hargreeves

* 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 *

[030]
- ☾ '☂︎︎' ☽ -

           To say that Cassandra Jean Hargreeves was 'tired' was an understatement of gross proportions.

           In less than seven days she had rescued her step-sibling from illegal government activity, learned the world was ending, bled out several times, and was forced to come to terms with her growing uselessness.

           The only upside to sitting in the too-bright academy kitchen was that voices of the arguing males drowned out anything else in her head.

           Dealing with murders on possible murders had given Cassidy a wave of nostalgia from many years ago, back when residents of Nasgrad were found dead. Police had done a search of the grounds looking for clues about the suspect. Nothing was found.

           Five was watching her silently over his crappy cup of coffee. She could feel his eyes boring into the side of her head. Looking terrible was something she'd grown into, the pale skin, blood stained nose, and dark bags under her eyes weren't exactly unnoticeable. Though Five didn't look much better, not after his run in with some surprise shrapnel.

           Her mind drifted to Harold Jenkins and had a vague recollection of someone belonging to that name. A boy no older than them in a cardboard mask and stapled blue uniform, begging at Reginald shoes to join the Academy. He insisted that he was special, that he belonged somewhere. Reginald, as usual, saw nothing more than yet another sorry commoner groveling for scraps.

           Now that she considered it, Harold had a decent reason for hating them all. The Academy kids had hid sniggers and whispers behind their hands as the boy stood alone in the street, they were only copying their father.

           "Has anyone got some aspirin?" Luther asked. He had evidently become very fed up with Klaus' antics, and defaulted to ignoring him completely. Even Cassidy, who had a special fondness for Klaus, was having trouble focusing on their dead fathers words.

           "Top shelf," Five replied. "Next to the crackers."

           "Hey, hey, hey. This is serious guys, all right?"

           The boy let out a breath. "Alright, I'll play. What did the old man have to say?"

          "Well, he gave me the usual lecture," said Klaus, "about my appearance, my failures in life — yada, yada, yada. No surprise there. Even in the afterlife couldn't soften a guy like Dad, right? But he did mention something about his murder or lack thereof, because — get this — he killed himself."

           Everyone blinked at him.

           Luther flexed his jaw, "I don't have time for your games, Klaus."

           "I'm telling you the truth, Luther. I'm telling you the truth!"

           Five, who was in deep thought, suddenly looked up. "Why'd he do it then?"

           He said it was the only way to get us all home again."

           Luther shook his head. "Dad wouldn't just kill himself."

           "You said it yourself," replied Five. "He was depressed. Holed up in his office all day and night."

           "No. There weren't any signs. Suicidal people exhibit certain tendencies, strange behaviors—"

           "Like sending someone up to the moon for no reason? Luther I don't know what low gravity did to you on the moon, but your brain obviously isn't on this planet." It was the first Cassidy had spoken in several minutes, and it was obvious that she was, quote en quote, "sick of this idiotic bullsh—"