Sarcasm | Five Hargreeves

4 | carnage cafe

17 years ago

Nietzche once said, 'Man is as a rope stretched between the animal and the superhuman. A rope over an abyss is a dangerous crossing, a dangerous looking back, a dangerous trembling and halting.'

Reginald signaled Vanya, who blew her whistle, indicating the seven children at the bottom of the stairs to begin their ascent.

They sprang into action, each one scrambling to outpace the others. The narrow staircase turned their efforts into a chaotic scramble, elbows and knees colliding in the confined space.

As much as you must strive for individual greatness, and strive you must, for it won't come to you of its own accord...

Luther, being the tallest and the strongest, took the lead.

Behind him, Y/N huffed with effort before veering to the side, gripping the railing. Using it to propel herself upwards, she ascended several stories with powerful, deliberate movements, smirking down at her siblings who were still on the fourth floor.

You must also remember that there is no individual stronger than the collective.

Five suddenly appeared in front of Y/N, tripping her up with the shock of his spatial jump before teleporting several stories higher. This is where their competition started.

Y/N scowled as she jumped over the railing again and began to pull herself up a few stories more, her arms and shoulders burning from holding her weight.

Once she finally arrived at the top floor, she exhaled, leaning against the railing in exhaustion. Vanya, who was beside her, smiled warmly at her, and Y/N nodded back in acknowledgment, stretching her arms to ease the tension in her muscles.

Five was already there, standing behind Reginald as he ignored the withering glare Y/N shot in his direction.

"That's not fair! They cheated!"

"They adapted," Reginald countered.

The ties that bind you together make you stronger than you are alone.

Allison and Klaus were in tears, comforting each other as they rubbed their freshly inked tattoos. Y/N stood nearby, biting the inside of her cheek, teary-eyed, as she rubbed her own wrist, still raw from the needle.

The Umbrella tattoo burned on her arm, but Y/N pushed aside the gnawing desire to scratch it off, clenching her jaw as she watched Diego get his tattoo. Diego seemed to struggle with the pain, his cheeks flushed red under the tattoo artist's light. Grace reached for his other hand, but he rudely pushed her away.

They will make you impervious to the pain and hardship the world will thrust upon you. And believe me when I tell you, life will be hard. It will be painful.

Ben stared at Y/N's expression with worried eyes, squirming in his chair in apprehension before looking back at Diego who was receiving his own tattoo.

He was scared.

We can accomplish anything when we accept responsibility together.

Reginald stood at the doorway to Luther's room, checking the wire that connected to his head with a solemn expression before he turned and exited, pen in hand.

This is what creates trust.

Reginald swerved down the hall, stepping over the many wires retreating from the children's rooms that all led straight to his office, where there was the steady beeping of their heartbeats and static of computers flashing on and off.