FICTITIOUS WORLD || FIVE HARGREEVES [1 | DRAFTED AND EDITING ]

NINE 」CHANDELIER

10.

THE DOOR CRASHED against the wall with a resounding thud as Y/N and Klaus barreled out, their laughter echoing like the frenzied cackles of lunatics who had escaped from the confines of an asylum. They bolted down the street, pursued by a man bellowing in anger.

"Oh my God, Klaus! He's catching up! Go, go, go!" Y/N shouted, her voice tinged with urgency as she veered in a different direction. The man hesitated, unsure of which of the two to follow, before finally setting his sights on Klaus.

"Hey, bitches!" the man yelled, his voice carrying a hint of malice as he approached the waiting car. Y/N and Klaus exchanged a quick look, eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, before turning their attention back to the oncoming threat.

"Jesus, chill!" Y/N exclaimed, holding her hands up in a show of surrender as the man stormed up to them.

"I won't chill," he spat, "you just robbed my store!"

"They're just chips in a plastic bag!" Y/N countered, scrunching her nose and wincing as the man's voice rose to a shout.

"Easy for you to say," he retorted, "you don't pay taxes!"

"I pay my taxes just fine, thank you very much!" Y/N replied, a grin spreading across her face as she offered a retort that was meant to be humorous. Just then, she called out, "Woah! Is that a fucking goat?" Her words served as a distraction and the man turned his gaze away from Y/N for a split second. When he turned back, she was nowhere to be seen.

Y/N and Klaus had darted back into the waiting van, eager to continue their journey with their "borrowed" snacks. Five and Luther were deep in conversation, while Klaus kept a vigilant watch, searching for any signs of the person he was keeping an eye out for. Y/N, meanwhile, remained behind, ready to assist Five in any way she could.

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Griddy's Doughnuts

HAZEL AND AGNES were engrossed in each other when Cha-Cha finally came out of the restroom with the toilet flushing causing a sudden switch in Hazel's mind that he should be interrogating and not . . . messing around. The man stood up, clearing his throat to appear as though he was doing his job. "So, uh — is there anything that you might be able to tell us about the night that this place got up?" he asked. Agnes looked at the both of them.

"Um, well, I mean I already told the police everything I know. Twice, actually."

"Do you remember the boy — " she was cut off by Hazel adding something to her response. " — and the girl?"

"Right, the boy and the girl from that night?" Cha-Cha asked.

"I didn't really notice them, to be honest. Uh, them and their father sat right over there," the waitress answered, pointing to the chairs nearby.

"That most definitely was not their father," the woman replied. "We're just concerned for their . . . safety, is all. It's a dangerous world out there," Hazel acknowledged. "Wouldn't want anything bad to happen to them."

"Are you with the police?"

"We were hired by his family to help get to the bottom of things."

"So, if there's anything you could tell us, we'd really appreciate it. I'd really . . . appreciate it." As Hazel said the last statement, he eyed Agnes warmly with a genuine level of gentleness and patience, his gaze lingering a little longer, just enough that he hoped she would understand the language of his growing fondness.