c h a p t e r t h r e e
: burden
Thunder crackled and the rain poured heavily down. Everyone stood in the court yard holding umbrellas to protect them from the rain, Klaus was holding a small one with pink edges while smoking a cigarette, obviously. Everyone stood in a large circle, "Did something happen?" Mom asked with a confused grin.
"Dad died remember?" Allison gently spoke.
"Oh, yes of course..." She answered with a sad, distant expression.
"Is Mom ok?"
"Yes, yes she's fine." Diego answered quickly.
We all knew Diego loved Mom very much and would defend her in any moment.
"She just needs to rest you know, recharge?"
Pogo stepped forward and leaned against his walking stick, "Whenever your ready dear boy."
He said to Luther. Luther silently poured Dads ashes, causing them to fall to the floor in a very anti-climatic moment.
"Would've been better with some wind." He said awkwardly. The sound of rain gently pattered on your umbrella in the quiet.
"Does anyone wish to speak?" Pogo asked.
Nobody answered, we all looked at the ashes in silence.
"Very well," Pogo continued, "Sir Reginald Hargreeves made me the man I am today, and for that alone I am forever in his debt, he was my master and my friend. He leaves behind a complicated legacy-"
"He was a monster," Diego interrupted, "He was a bad man and a even worse father. The worlds better off without him."
Allison attempted to stop him. Not succeeding.
"My name is Number Two, you know why? Because our father couldn't be bothered to name us, he had Mom do it."
Everyone was quiet because we all knew Diego was talking the truth.
"Would anyone like some food?" Grace asked.
"No it's ok Mom" Vanya answered.
"Oh, ok." She muttered.
Diego stepped forward to look at everyone
"You wanna pay your respects? Go ahead, but be honest about the kind of man he was."
"You should stop talking." Luther growled. Honestly Luther should just keep his mouth shut sometimes.
"You of all people should be on my side number one." He spoke venomously.
"I'm warning you." Luther said again.
God, here we go. "Stop it you two!" You tried.
They kept fighting,
You felt a darkness crawling inside you.
Diego and Luther were still fighting.
You are hit with immense dizziness as the earth became distant.
Focus (y/n), listen. Hear the rain, its pitter patter against the umbrella. Ground yourself.
Luther knocked over Bens statue, that was enough to bring you back.
Your head feels like its on fire, you didn't need a mirror to know what your appearance had done.
"That's enough!" You yell at them both, "Your both so pathetic!"
That was all you could handle before you stomped back inside, face down to hide the increasing darkness in your appearance. This needed to be under control.
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The only noise in the room was the sound of the tattoo machines buzzing. Everyone sat nervously as Ben was getting his tattoo, Luther and Alison clutched their arms in pain, already having theirs done. You sat next to Five, nervously tapping your foot. Five noticed and intertwined his fingers with yours, a slight blush rising to your cheeks.
End of flashback.
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You nervously sat on your bedroom floor looking at your umbrella tattoo. My powers are such a burden, a curse. You thought with shaking hands.
Five had been gone for just over two hours now and you were trying not let yourself into thinking he left again. You decided you'll try to check his room. Reaching the door you traced your fingers across the grain, hearing winces you decided walk in, not really caring. Five quickly tried turning away but you caught the glimpse of blood.
"Jesus have you ever heard of knocking?!" Five complained, pathetically placing a small bandage over a cut in his arm.
"Is that blood?!" You asked ignoring his remark.
"No."
"Merlin's beard Five." You said, grabbing his arm then dropping it.
You considered... no, he can't know.
Instead you walk away to get a better bandage and some disinfectant. Walking back in you grab his arm and take off the pathetic band-aid and started dabbing around the wound with the solution and a cotton ball. You felt him staring at you, "See something you like?" You look up to see Fives face rather close to yours, staring into your (e/c) eyes.
"Maybe." He remarked.
Blushing, you took this moment to dab the alcohol solution around the wound. "Ah shit!" Five let out, trying to tug his arm from the stinging solution. You let out a chuckle as you finished cleaning up the wound and placing a proper gauze on it "There, finished." You said, admiring your handy work. "Wasn't so bad now was it?"
"Thank you, (y/n)." Five grinned.
"No problem, and since you won't tell me what happened. All I can say is don't be a fucking idiot and get yourself killed."
Grinning, you ruffled Fives hair treating him like the little boy he was and strutted out of the room, leaving a red Five alone, to himself, to do another stupid thing.
And you heard the familiar whoosh of a special jump.
Too fucking stubborn. You thought.
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(A/N)
Hello! Tis me the author.
Just wanted to let y'all know that you will find out what your powers are eventually and that yours and Fives relationship will grow better in the next few chapters.
Till next chapter ;)
- HuntingforShadows
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