•Five Hargreeves•

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on the 12th hour on the first day of october 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth. this was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began. sir reginald hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.-he got eight of them-

charlotte hargreeves had gotten the power of invisibility. she was their dads favorite one. diego was annoyed of that. the rest of them-specifically ben, klaus, five, and allison-didn't care one bit.

17 years ago

mom rung the bell signaling dinner is ready. i was in the bathroom so i quickly washed up and went downstairs

"sorry i was late father i was using the bathroom" i apologized

"it's alright number eight." he told us to sit down. i was sat next to five. i looked over and saw allison and luther locking eyes looking like silent flirting. i saw diego had a knife before so he's probably carving the chair. klaus was doing who knows what, and ben was reading a book.  vanya was just sitting in silence along with me and five. i put some of my food in my mouth when i heard a loud bang. it startled me and i fell out my seat. i got up and sat back down on my seat.

"number five?" dad asked

"i have a question."

"knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. no talking during meal times. you are interrupting herr carlson."

"i want to time travel." five gritted his teeth.

"no." was the answer

"but i'm ready. i've been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said." and with the that five was next to our father and not next to me anymore. "see?"

"a spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel. one is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn."

"well, i don't get it."

"hence the reason you're not ready."

i looked over at five and looked at him. i knew him. i slightly shook my head no.

"i'm not afraid." five argued.

"fear is not the issue. the effects it might have on your body, even on your mind, are far too predictable. now, i forbid you to talk about this anymore." i looked at five again and shook my head harder this time. he mouthed 'i'm sorry' and turned around. "number five! you haven't been excused!" father said sternly. five ran. i got up to go after him. "number eight not you too." he said but this time a little bit softer. i freeze and mom comes over to me. she hugs me as i cry. "come back here!" he yelled but five is already out the door.