The boy flattened out the uniform he was wearing and turned to face me. "Who are you?!"
I leaned on the wall behind me and tucked a strand of blonde hair behind my ear. "Alexa.. who are you?"
He breathed out a laugh and looked away, "Its complicated...
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"the saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies"
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The Hargreeves family and I stood in a circle in their living room. No one had ever heard of this 'Harold Jenkins.'
"Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?" Diego asked.
"I don't know.. yet," Five stated as he threw his cup of coffee across the room. "But I do know that he's responsible for the apocalypse. We have to find him, and we have to do it now."
"But.. how is he connected to what's gonna happen?" Luther wondered.
Five shrugged. "I don't know."
"Wait, so you just know his name?" Diego stepped forward. "That's it?"
"That's enough," Five reasoned.
"There's probably dozens of Harold Jenkinses in this city," Diego added.
"Well, we better start looking, then," Five ordered.
"I'm sorry. Am I the only one that's skeptical here?" Alison asked everyone. "I mean, how exactly do you know all of this about what's his name?"
"Harold Jenkins," I filled in for her.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed Five fidget with his clothes. When I looked over he stopped.
"You know those lunatics in masks who attacked the house?" Five asked.
"Oh, yeah, I think I remember those guys!" Klaus exclaimed.
"Yeah, the ones that attacked us while you were getting drunk," Diego accused.
"Yeah. Them." Five interrupted, "They were sent by the Temps Commission to stop me from coming back and preventing the end of life on Earth."
Alison crossed her arms and shook her head dramatically. "The Temps what?"
Five clarified his previous statement "My former employer. They monitor all of time and space to make sure whatever is supposed to happen happens."
Five continued his speech. "They believe the apocalypse is coming in 3 days. So I went to Commission Headquarters and intercepted a message that was meant for said lunatics."
"Protect Harold Jenkins," I thought aloud.
Five nodded. "Exactly. He must be responsible for the apocalypse."
I understood everything that Five was saying, and agreed that we needed to find this Harold Jenkins. Apparently, I was the only one who understood though, besides Five of course.
The room was quiet for only a second before everyone began spitting out questions.
Alison was the first to speak. "What do you mean, 'protect time and space?' "
