The First Wielder

Chapter five: It Fits You

FIVE

If seeing a troubled Klaus entering the Academy and waking everyone up while holding a gun in his right hand a rare sight, then the rest of the inhabitants of the household were in it for a lot more.

Everyone was scrambling down when Klaus began screaming for his sibling to come down this instant. They initially thought their brother had done something stupid once more. But they were wrong, so wrong. Luther even had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

Their brother who was known to be cool, calm, and sarcastic was only in his collared short-sleeved white shirt, checkered vest, and black tie. His clothes, hair, and face were filled with dirt and mostly ashes that contradicted his usual clean and neat appearance.

But seeing a panting Five with a panicked expression painted on his face made them realize something was horribly wrong.

Luther and Diego's attention to the person Five was actually carrying.

On his back was Abigail. The girl who has her arms wrapped around Five's neck and head on his shoulder was very different from the girl they spoke to this morning. Her face was scrunched in pain, breathing heavily while clenching her jaw. Her appearance was a lot worse than Five. But the brothers were curious as to why Five's blazer was draped over her back.

"What are you waiting for? Call mom!" Five yelled, making his brothers jump.

Klaus sprinted to Pogo's room while Diego went to look for their mom. But Luther strode behind Five, who was speed walking towards the stairs and possibly the infirmary.

"Five, what happened?" Luther asked. "How did you get all smudged up in black?"

"Now's not the time, Luther," Five responded.

His brother knitted his brows. "Not the time? Five, you were gone the whole day and now you're here giving everyone orders."

"Just be quiet for even a minute, will you?"

"Five, stop acting high and--"

"Number One," Five cut him off. He turned and glared at his brother. "What I need right now is a medic. I don't have time to answer any of your bullshit that isn't even as important as my problem."

The boy walked passed the flabbergasted Luther, who had no choice but to follow his brother to the infirmary. He watched from a distance how Five kicked the infirmary door open, surprising Pogo, Grace, Klaus, and Diego once he arrived.

"Master Five--"

"Help her, Pogo," Five spoke as he lied Abigail down on her right side on the stretcher.

The academy blazer slid down the girl's back.

"Oh my!" Grace gasped.

Abigail's whole left side and back were filled with burns, most of them being third-degree ones. Some parts of her skin were starting to heal but it was obviously too slow. Pogo looked at Grace and they both nodded. The mother left and quickly came back with a bucket of cold water and heaps of aloe vera. She began pouring the water on Abigail's back and the girl screamed in pain. Abigail grabbed the blazer used on her and had to gag herself just to muffle her screaming.

Diego and Klaus couldn't help but look away at the sight of Abigail's back and side being treated. Luther eyed Five as he poured cold water on his own burn and stole a handful of aloe vera gel and bandage.

"Five," Luther called. "What happened?"

The boy stared at his brother and at the patient before clicking his tongue.