The First Wielder

Chapter four: Second-degree Burns

FOUR

She entered the mansion as quiet as possible. Knowing the inhabitants of this place, she was sure they'd be at least two who could wake up at the sound of someone entering the Academy. Abigail's only goal was to reach the bedrooms and act like she was there the whole time.

But just as she was about to the staircase, the lights of the living room opened.

Abigail jumped.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't our little missy. Why are you home just now?"

Abigail begrudgingly turned to the owner of the voice.
  
  
Klaus stayed rooted on his seat, playing with a pillow from one of the sofas. He waved a hand at the girl and all she could do is sigh.

"We can talk about this in the morning," Abigail said before continuing on her merry way.

"Hey hey, don't give me that attitude," Klaus stood up and came to her.

She stopped in her steps and faced him. "What do you want, Klaus?"

The sober junkie placed a hand on her shoulder and began waving his other hand in the air. "You know how worried we were--well, mostly Luther and Allison--when you suddenly disappeared. We actually thought you got kidnapped."

Abigail furrowed her eyebrows. "I don't see why you should be worried about me. Besides, the whole place is peaceful. No ounce of worry in sight."

Klaus cleared his throat.

"Okay, maybe a tiny bit," she clarified.

With the stern look on Klaus's face, the girl thought she was going to get an earful from the male. She wasn't used to this type of confrontation so she was feeling anxious in the inside. Abigail tensed when she felt his hand leave her shoulder but blinked when he began ruffling her hair.

"...what?" She trailed off.

"We found a crime scene with the guy you were after dead. So we figured it was you who did it," Klaus grinned. "You're such a badass girl, you little munchkin."

Abigail was about to open her mouth but he spun and walked back to the living room. "Good night then. Better get ready for an earful from the rest, especially Luther, by tomorrow."

Abigail couldn't help but chuckle at the guy's flamboyance. She noticed a man in a black hoodie and leather jacket seated on the sofa. Ben gave her a salute and she nodded.

She was about to walk up the stairs when something dawned on her. She stopped. Abigail hurried to the living room and spoke.

 
"Hey Klaus, during that time in the alleyway, I was with Five. After that, we parted ways...Is he back?"
 
 
Klaus laid down on the sofa he previously was. "Nope, didn't see him inside the house for the whole day."

"What...?" She covered her mouth with her right hand to think. "But I thought--"

A flash of realization hit her.

He saw the same patch.

Abigail restricted herself from flailing her right arm as she balled her fist. "That idiot."

She stomped towards the other sofa, grabbed a pillow, and threw it at the half-asleep Klaus.

"No!" Klaus exclaimed as he sat up. He glared at Abigail. "Why'd you do that?! And now my dream of being a potato is ruined!"

"I'm not letting you become a couch potato until you're helping me look for Five," Abigail said.

"Five can handle himself. He's a killer psychopath hiding in a little boy's body," Klaus whined before falling back to the sofa. "I'm going back to sleep."