Wrangler 8 -TUA [S1]

05: Contradicting

"Oh my gosh, Luther!" Gasped Joan. She was about to run to her brother's aid but he managed to lift himself.

Luther got up on both of his feet when the chandelier caught his coat that he then tore off from it, as it revealed a tall-bulky-hairy man it took the form of some similarities of an ape, it seems almost impossible to have his siblings to believe him to be the same person.

Joan's jaw dropped, and so are Allison, Diego, and Vanya being captivated by the sight of their brother. After standing for a minute, Luther clumped away from the chandelier and jogs up the stairs where he could not be seen and without any word.

Allison came to Joan and Vanya as they both did not let out a word from them.

"Did you know?" Vanya spoke.

"No," replied Allison softly.

Diego heard mom humming, "shit. Mom," he disappeared along up to the stairs, leaving the three sisters by themselves.

-:-

"Who were those people?" Vanya asked, she was given a cloth from Allison and dabs her minorly bloodied head when the commotion of Joan's blow from the mace's force struck her head as well.

"I don't know, but we're lucky to be alive," said Allison.

"I think I've seen the familiar suits somewhere, but I'm not entirely sure if they were the same person. " Joan groaned from the throbbing pain from her head sitting next to Vanya.

Allison fumbles her pockets in search of something, "I thought I bring another one with me."

"Don't bother..."Joan hunches her back from where she sits, interlocked her fingers, and rested her forehead on her thumbs as she massages her brows.

"You sure you're okay, Joan?" Allison spoke.

Joan made a nod as a response.

Diego reappeared again, breathing shakily tramping left and right.

"Diego?" Started Allison.

He halted, and his mouth twitches, "what are you still doing here?" He pointed to Vanya in a deep tone.

"I'm just trying to help."

"No, you could've been killed!" He exclaimed and walks closer to her. "Or gotten any of us killed," he said coldly. "She is a liability," Diego points his finger at her.

Joan's veins throbs at her neck, "you zip it now," she snapped.

"Oh look who's talking, you could've gotten yourself killed too--"

"That's exactly the risk we must take!" she bellowed, but she realized the contradicting tone in her statement. She fell silent and lays her head down.