Number Eight // Five Hargreeves

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Five's POV

"Diego we don't have time for this! Can you stop feeding into your hero complex for a fucking second and forget about the president? We have bigger things to worry about," I scream at the ego-ridden moron standing in front of me.

"Yeah Diego, just relax, you know? Go with the flow. The worlds gonna end anyway so why don't we go get a couple of drinks, unwind a little bit-"

"Shut up Klaus." All of us say in unison. He takes another swig of god knows what out of his flask and stumbles into Luther. Then starts yelling at the empty space next to him, another lovely discussion with Ben about his "progressive" life choices.

"We have six days. Six days until the world blows up and we're blown to pieces. We don't know how, or why but unless you want everything you love to go to shit, I suggest you listen to me. Because without me, we're all doomed. So shut up, sit down and listen." They all stop yelling at each other and turn to look at me. The four of them sit down reluctantly, the fact that we may only have six days to live is finally hitting them.

"Okay, the film that Hazel gave to us proves that this has something to do with the president. He wouldn't have died trying to give it to me if it wasn't important. We don't know if it's necessarily about the assassination itself, but we do know that dad was there-"

"Of course it's about the assassination!" Diego explodes as he stands up. I swear I'm gonna kill him. One minute. He can't even go ONE minute without sharing his opinions to the world.

"Think about it! It's so obvious! Dad had the date on his desk and he was just casually standing there on the grassy knoll holding an umbrella when it's the MIDDLE OF SUMMER! Why the hell would he be there if he wasn't planning something!" I sigh as the rest of siblings begin to rise and join in on this lovely family discussion. My family and I have always had what some might call, respectful differences, but at least we agree on one thing: Diego is out of his mind.

"Oh I don't know Diego, maybe because he owns a damn umbrella company? Did that ever occur to you?"

"Oh screw you Allison, of course I thought about that! Do you think I'm stupid" Diego yells back.

"Well you aren't exactly the brightest light on the Christmas tree if you know what I mean."

"Shut it Klaus! Shouldn't you be in rehab?" I continue to watch them pick each other apart. I swear I'm the only one in this family with any common sense. I watch as Allison rumors Diego into punching himself in the face, while Klaus chokes on his drink and Luther just stands there like the neanderthal he is. You know, taking that deal with the Handler isn't sounding so bad now. I mean, killing 12 people is probably easier than putting up with this shit all day.

After a few moments, I make my decision, and I'm about to jump to meet the Handler, when I see a familiar blue light from outside the window, followed by a loud crash. My siblings are too far up their own asses to notice.

Wait. I didn't open a portal? Maybe it's someone from the commission. Well, if they're here to kill me, at least they'll put me out of my misery.

I begin to walk down to the stairs that lead to the infamous alley that we all have encountered at one time or another. Assuming I caught their attention by the lack of arguing, they begin to follow me.

"Five? Five where are you going? We have to figure this out," I ignore Luther as I push open the door, immediately met by pouring rain. Damn, here goes my nicest jacket.

The light from whatever portal appeared is gone as quick as it appeared. My eyes squint as I try to keep the hard down pour out of my line of sight.

"Five? What is it?" Allison asks as she also makes her way into the rain. The sight of the alley indicates nothing out of the ordinary. No business people with briefcases, no Swedish dudes with guns, just rain.

"Uh guys? Is it just me or do you guys see the dead girl on the floor too?" Klaus says from beneath his pink pimp umbrella. We follow to see what he's talking about, and are met with a teenage girl lying on the floor, still partially dry.

I don't recognize her from the Commission Headquarters. And she doesn't have a briefcase. So how the hell did she get here?

"She came through the portal," I whisper to myself, questioning how the hell that's even possible. We were the only ones, except for Vanya, but she's...dead.

"What portal? What are you talking about?" Diego says as the rest of them look at me with confusion plastered on their faces. Like I said. Only one with common sense. Or any sense. Whatsoever.

"While you were all busy bickering and reliving shit from the past ten years, a portal opened, except for once, it wasn't mine. She must have fallen through it seeing as how she's still dry-" I stop mid sentence as something catches my eye.

"F-Five?" I ignore Luther yet again. I crouch down in front of the girls body, and raise her sleeve.

What the hell. No, this can't be possible. There were only seven.

"What the fuck..." Diego says what we were all thinking. I turn to look at them, all of them also in utter shock at what we are seeing. I take her wrist in my hand, and run over the black outline that covers her skin with my thumb, to make sure it's real and I'm not just imagining it. But it doesn't wash off. It's there clear as day.

A black umbrella with the number 8.