On the twelfth hour of the first day of October 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day began. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventure...
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MARCH 27, 2019 - MERITECH PROSTHETICS
MARLEY sat in the back of the van, Luther trying to get Five's attention from the front seat by knocking on the window. The boy was completely out of it, looking terrified at whatever his mind was envisioning.
"Five!" Marley snapped.
The boy took a sharp intake of breath, snapping his head to the sound of knocking. Seeing Luther, he unlocked the doors, allowing the giant to clamber into the van. The vehicle moved as he attempted to fit his large shoulders into the seat and close the door at the same time. His grunts made Klaus giggle from his spot beside Marley, who smacked him upside the head at the attention being drawn on them.
"You okay?" Luther panted our afternoon this struggle with fitting in the seat.
"You shouldn't be..." Five began with a roll of his eyes. "How did you find me?"
"Umm." Luther mumbled, turning to the pair sat in the back.
Marley was sat, reading through one of the many comic books that were strewn across the floor of the van, twiddling her ring on its chain out of habit. Klaus stood beside her, swaying to an unheard song with the top of a mannequin held in his grasp.
"Hey, baby." Klaus mutters to the mannequin as he clutched her tighter in his arms. "Hey, a little privacy guys. We're really hitting it off back here."
Five grabbed the closest thing to him and chucked it at the man, causing a screaming laugh to escape his mouth as he hid behind the mannequin.
"Get out! You can't be here." Five demanded and turned to look at Luther again. "I'm in the middle of something."
"Any luck finding your one-eyed man?" Klaus asked, shuffling to the front of the van, Marley in tow.
"Yeah, how is your search for a Nick Fury look-alike going?" Marley smiled, leaning her head on the back of Luther's chair.
"No, and awful." Five whispered to the two.
"What are they talking about?" Luther asked, turning to face the pair and then Five.
"Does it matter? It's Klaus and Marley." Five stated, sighing and turning to look at the building again. "What do you want, Luther?"
"Umm..." Luther glanced back at the pair. "So, Grace may have had something to do with Dad's death. So I need you to come back to the academy, all right? It's important."
