born ready, f.hargreeves [1]

xiii.

(Based off 2.08

The Seven Stages)

The four siblings continued to stand in Elliott's alleyway, anger and disappointment leaking from each of their pores as Klaus continued to lie on the floor, "Now what?" Luther asked as he leaned on the dumpster,

"Now nothing, Luther, all right?" Five yelled back, "Make your peace with God,"

"What?" Luther asked, turning his head to face the two people that looked like children. "What about Allison and Vanya?"

"Screw them both," Kali spoke up, leaning against the wall opposite Five, "They should have been here,"

"What about Diego?" Klaus grumbled, his throat not able to form the words in a way that would be legible to everyone, "He's quite a responsible young man, no?"

Five ran towards a piece of cardboard before killing it, "Wow, very manly," Kali muttered, thankful that Five didn't hear her,

"Something must've happened to them," Luther rationalised, though his audience wasn't really ready to open their minds to any other emotion than the one they were feeling in that second,

"Screw Diego, all right?" Kali yelled back, her anger had begun to bubble her blood, thinking about what he could have done to Jake, "Screw everyone-- you know, somehow, I was more productive in hell with only one other person that wasn't a member of this unless family,"

"Kali. Come on," Luther called out, though both Five and Eight were on a roll,

"No, no, she's right -- you're all useless. You know what, Luther? It's every sibling for themselves now. How 'bout that?" He grabbed Kali's hand and walked into Elliott's home.

The two didn't get very far, only able to get to the top of the stairs before Luther was chasing after them, "Hey. Guys, doomsday is still coming. We gotta think of a new plan,"