The Replacement ( Number Five Story)

chapter eight

Fives p.o.v.

Slyvia was still passed out as we pulled up to the store. She looked so peaceful. She had a strand of hair in her face so I lift my hand up and brush it behind her ear. She shifts under my grasp, hugging my stomach. I slowly moved so I can move out of her grasp.

I finally move after a little and we arrive to the store. Sylvia needed rest so I would let her sleep.

I opened the door and told the cab driver to stay. I wouldn't be long, I just wanted to go in and get Delores. I spatial jump through the doors so it won't show any sign of me in here.

I walk down the isles and look to see if I can find Delores. I never payed attention how big stores are. I guess I kinda forgot what one looked like since I was in the apocalypse.

I see her and I stop in my tracks. I turn on me heel to face her and make my way down the isle with my duffle bag over my shoulder and flash light.

Sylvia p.o.v.

"Hey," I hear whispers while someone is shaking me slightly. My eyes flutter open as I see the cab driver in the back seat. "Who are you guys?" He asked. He was staring straight in my eyes.

"We are number five and six from the umbrella Academy." I explain with my head laying back. I close my eyes again but they shoot open when I hear gunshots. How long had this been going on?

I undo my seat belt and swing open the door. I get out, almost falling because of me being in a hurry. I run to the store doors, seeing that they locked. I run around to the side to see the door wide open.

I burst into the store and see bullets flying every where. I run towards the front of the store a bullet hitting me in my shoulder on the way. I can already feel the blood draining out of my shoulder already.

I wince in pain and fall behind one of the shelves. A tear streams down my face, dripping of my chin. I suck it up and remember where I'm at. I still need to help five. We are a team.

I hear gunshots and look around the shelves to see five running towards and jumping over the shelves. He runs over behind the other shelf sits with Delores in his arms. I run over and sit next to him.

He looks at me in surprise "why are you in here? What happened to your shoulder?" He said massaging you shoulder. He brings his blood covered hand up to you cheek and rubs it with the pad of his thumb. You look in his eyes and he looks in yours.

You hear police sirens and you both sigh in relief. He let's go of your face and holds on to Delores. You hear the shooters run out and you two stand up. You two hide behind the shelf as they bust open.

After they all enter you run out the front door and down the side walk. Five grabs your hand and drags you down the sidewalk. You look at him in confusion when you realize the house is the other way. You stop in your tracks.

He turns around to look at you, still hand in hand. "Where are we going?" You ask. He looks around to see if anyone is looking. "We are going to go to the motel. I don't feel like dealing with the siblings." You give him a quick nod and keep walking next to him.

He gives your hand a light squeeze as you two approach. I just look down trying to hold back the tears from my throbbing shoulder. He spatial jumps into a hotel room so he doesn't have to pay I'm guessing.

It was a small room with one bed, a chair, a small TV and stained carpet. You didn't care you were just really tired and needed to get some sleep. You feel five let go of you hand so you walk over to the red leather chair and sit down. Five walks into the bathroom.

I take the time to look around. The floor had little coffee stains everywhere. The bed was neat and made. It had a remote next to it ,controlling the bed. Next to that remote was the TV remote.

I get up on my feet and accidentally use my bad shoulder to bend down. I wince in pain and grab my shoulder. I needed to act strong. I'm not a little kid anymore.

I grab the remote after I let go of my shoulder. I sit on the bed and turn on the tv. I flip through the channels seeing nothing good. I hear foot steps coming out of the bathroom.

I turn to see five with a medical kit. He walks over to me and sits it on the dresser next to me. He opens the kit and pulls out bandages, cleaning wipes and medical tape.

You pull your shirt, exposing you wound and stomach. You look at him. " Wouldn't it be easier if I sat on the counter?" You ask him and he looks at you and nods. You get up and turn on your heel to make you way to the restroom, five behind you.

You hop on the sink with fives help and rest your head on the mirror. You take your shirt completely off because the way it stretched against your body wasn't helping the pressure to your shoulder.

He walks between you legs to start cleaning your shoulder. You look at him. He was so focused. His eyebrows were furrowed and jaw clenched. He looks hot with his jaw clenched. You couldn't help but stare.

"Thanks for trying to back me up. You should've gone in there. It got you hurt." He says in a serious tone, glancing at you. "I was only trying to help. I just walked in at the wrong time." I reply.

"Plus, we're a team remember?" You remind him and look at his face once again. He looks at your face and gives you a small smile. He throws away the dirty cleaning wipes.

" Yeah, a team" he mumbles back. You reach down and wrap your arms around him into a hug. "Thanks" you mumble close to his ear. You could feel his hesitation, but he hugged you back. You nuzzled your head in his neck. He smelled oddly good.

I mean for 58 year old man boy who just ran from some shooters and was covered in sweat. He smelled like mens cologne. You pulled away and smiled. "You smell good." You say with a small laugh and rest your head back on the mirror. "So do you." He replied and started wrapping my shoulder.

I changed the cover of the story hope you like it. OmG five jaw is sharper than Grayson Dolan's. His can cut through metal I SWEARR.