The First Wielder

Chapter twelve: Get Out Of There

TWELVE

If she was given a wish, Abigail Krone wanted the fifth Hargreeves sibling to suffer.

His words to her last night deep as if a knife was stabbed on her chest, annoying her to the bone. Not to mention the sudden Deja vu she felt when they engaged in their petty argument. But there was still that feeling of guilt, wanting to just go back in time to agree to what he said instead of lashing out.

She was inside Vanya's apartment, sulking in the armchair with her lips tugged to a frown and arms crossed. She was staring at nothing in particular before messing her hair and letting groaning in frustration.

Allison and Vanya watched the girl from the small dinner table in Vanya's apartment, hot drinks in hand.

"How long has she been like this?" Allison asked after taking a sip from her coffee.

"Ever since I found her in my living room when I woke up," Vanya answered and Allison sighed.

The older sister stood up and walked towards Abigail, sitting on the sofa next to the armchair she was on. "Alright, grumpy. What's gotten you in a bad mood early in the morning?"

"Your brother..." Abigail mumbled.

"Which one?" Vanya chirped from her seat.

"The geezer."

"Five?" Allison blinked. "The two of you basically have the same wavelength. What happened?"

"He told me I was a liability."

"Ouch."

"Maybe Five didn't mean it. You know how harsh his words are," Vanya stood up and sat next to her sister.

"I'm aware," the girl sighed. "But when he said I'm a liability because of how I handle my life, I kinda felt stabbed in the heart."

"Well, I've never met someone as suicidal as you," Vanya and Abigail gave Allison a look. "What?"

Vanya shook her head and eyed Abigail. "And what happened next?"

"He snatched the only clue we had on The Society's next move and left me out of it. He even had the nerve to ground me! I thought we were on the same team!" Abigail grabbed a pillow, covered her face, and yelled in frustration.

"The more I watch her, the more I forget she's actually 46 years old," Vanya remarked.

Allison sighed. "Tell me about it."

The sudden blaring of Vanya's telephone made everyone jump. The owner of the house stood up and answered the call.

"Hello?"

Abigail lowered the pillow and watched Vanya as she spoke to the person on the other side of the phone while Allison finished her coffee. The seventh sibling bid her goodbye and ended the call.

"Who was that?" Allison asked.

"Luther," Vanya replied. "He was wondering if you had the picture."

"Oh, that," Allison walked over to her bag.

"What picture?" Abigail gave Vanya a confused look.