𝐹𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 : 𝑅𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑦

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 17: _

Y/N POV:

I walked through the streets of New York, cold and alone, hugging my body with my arms. I looked up at the sky to be met by the gleaming light of the stars above us.

I sighed and continued walking melancholically. Tonight I would have to kill the person I loved.

Tonight I would have to go back to my solitude.

I would miss the Academy. I would miss all of them.

I knew them for such a short while, but it was the only moments of my life that I felt like I really had a family.

I let out a shaky breath and looked up on the wall. The front of the Academy was towering above me. I went to the alleyway at its side and started walking up the medal staircase silently, trying not to make a sound. Soon I was right at the side of Five's window frame, trying not to be seen in any way.

I peeked inside as I slided my gun out of my waistline. He wasn't inside.

I opened the window carefully, and climbed into the warm room. I closed it behind me before sitting on the bed with the gun in my hands, fiddling with it.

I looked down at my legs.

This was going to hurt so much.

This would bring me so much pain.

I knew it before I even took the mission, that this would be the end of me. I knew that any slim possibility of staying sane would go away with him.

He was the only person who could keep me sane anymore.

I looked at his bedside table. A pen, a notebook, some marshmallows and a small box. I went closer to it, picking up the small ,dark red box. I opened it carefully, but the sight made me lose my breath.

My photo and my necklace.

He kept them. He kept them on his bedside table.

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach and I felt a tear stroll down my cheek.

Why would this have to be so difficult?

I shook my head in order to prevent more tears from forming and looked up, inhaling shakily.

I took the necklace out of the box and put it around my neck , adjusting the missed piece of jewelry on my throat.

The door opened and Five came into the room, his gaze falling on me in a way that made my heart hurt.

He closed the door and stayed in front of it, his always confident posture turned towards me.

"You work for them again, don't you." He said softly as I looked up at him with a face full of hurt. "Yes." I answered sincerely and sighed. I stood up, standing in front of him and raising my gun up to meet the height of his chest.

"I am sorry, Five." I whispered, tears now flooding out of my eyes like a river. "Don't be. I knew I should've never brought emotions into this." He responded and I saw his eyes welling up. The heartache that I felt was unbearable, I swear I felt my heart ready to break in million pieces.

"I'll come back. I always come back." I whispered, my look softening as Five came closer. His eyes were cold, but his face had a sad frown on it. "Just do it for God's shake, Y/N. I'll live." He said with a slight yell. I tilted my head and looked at him.

"How are you so sure about that?" I asked almost inaudibly. He shook his head and let a shaky breath out. "New Orleans 1964. Go there and everything will be alright." I shook my head at his words. "No. Nothing will be alright, Five. Nothing will be alright after tonight. Nothing!" I yelled the last part, tearing up even more.

"It was beautiful to live and exist, wasn't it?" He said with a whisper as he gave me a sad smile, now a tear strolling down his cheeks. I shook my head, trying not to make it harder for myself.

"Farewell, Five." I whispered and-

I pulled the triger.

The gun fell off my hand as I looked at Five's fallen figure.

My shot was always fatal.

I tried to make words come out of my mouth, but I couldn't. I couldn't speak at this point.

I looked around me, bringing myself back to reality. I had to leave, I shouldn't be found. I shakily picked up my gun and went over to the window, not lookin g back t Five's fallen corpse. I put my feet on the medal staircase and started climbing it with my few powers that were left.

I jumped down and started running, tears flooding down my face. I ran through the streets, strangers looking at me weirdly, but I didn't care.

I didn't care.

I went into an abandoned warehouse at the end of the road and collapsed, my knees hitting the ground hard. I let out a scream of pain, as I realized what I had done.

What have I done?

I looked down at my hands, Five's blood stained them slightly, but it was enough for me to confirm to myself what I just did.

"I killed him.... I KILLED HIM!"I whispered to myself wearily, groaning as the heartache was now unbearable.

His shiny green eyes.

His smile as we walked into the library, with a bottle of vodka in his hand.

His hand in mine as we teleported out of Griddy's.

His scent when we spent the whole night confronting each other.

His posture while reading the equations over and over again.

His blazers that were warm like a blanket in the cold winter.

And I killed him.

I dared to kill him, I dared to kill my own addiction.

I punched the cement in front of me in pain and fell to my side.

I killed him.

Klaus POV:

I walked up the stairs to call Five for dinner. Strangely, we hadn't any contact with Y/N after the shootout at Reginald's reception, and that was what made me even more worried about my brother. When we came back, he went straight up at his bedroom, with Y/N's necklace held tightly in his hand.

He was a wreck after we lost her.

I knocked on the door two times calling out his name, but when I took no response, I decided to burst in.

I opened the door and the sight in front of me made me freeze in my position.

Five was laying on the floor with a puddle of blood flooding out of his chest. I immediately felt the blood in my veins flooding like there was no tomorrow and kneeled down right next to him, turning him face up.

"Guys bring Grace, NOW!" I yelled and I heard the footsteps of my siblings coming up the stairs. I looked all around for the murder weapon, or for any clue regarding who had done this.

And I saw it.

A dark red box on the bed.

I picked it up and opened it. There was the photo of Y/N that Five had stolen. But no necklace.

I searched his pockets to find no clue to where it was.

Five would keep it in the box. And it wasn't there.

Thus.

Y/n killed Five.

Y/N killed him.