The Boy and The Psycho

The Seven Stages

"Now what?" Luther asks as Five continues pacing around the alley.

"Now nothing, Luther, all right? Make your peace with God," Five shouts.

"What? What about Allison and Vanya?"

"Screw them both, alright. They should have been here."

"What about Diego? He's quite a responsible young man, no?" Klaus groans as he sits up.

"Something must've happened to them," Luther says.

"I was with Diego... and then Lila came and... and I can't remember after that," I explain as I start to think of what happened at the hole.

"Screw Diego, all right? Screw everybody! I was better off on my own in the apocalypse."

"Five! Come on," Luther shouts.

"You know what, Luther? It's every sibling for themself now. How 'bout that?" Five shrugs and grabs my arm, pulling me into Elliot's apartment with him.

I turn around as Five pulls me along and shake my head at Luther and Klaus, not knowing what to do.

"Hey! Five, doomsday is still coming. We gotta think of a new plan," Luther calls as Five and I walk up the stairs.

"Don't you get it, Luther? It's over, all right? We're already dead," Five shouts.

"Then where are you two going?"

"We're going to do the unthinkable," Five smiles as I scrunch my eyebrows.

"The hell is that supposed to mean?" I ask.

Five sighs, "I was really hoping it wouldn't come to this."

"Come to what, Five?" Luther asks as he follows us into the apartment.

Five drags me into the bedroom and locks the door behind us.

"Five! Fiona!" Luther pounds on the door, "Come to what, Five? Five!"

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Five and I leave the room after Five's long night of thinking, away from our siblings. He opens the refrigerator and starts drinking out of the bottle of water as I rub my eyes and slip on my skin tight outfit.

"Five? Fiona?" Luther groans as he enters the kitchen.

"Five what..." Luther begins.

"You okay?" I ask as Five downs the whole bottle.

"I'm gonna need to be hydrated," he pants as he puts the carton back in the refrigerator.

"Hydrated?" Luther asks.

Five walks over to the table and picks up the baby powder, pouring it on his armpits.

"What's with the baby powder?" I ask again.

"It'll help with the itching."

"What itching? There's itching? What the hell is going on here?" Luther questions as Five dumps the powder down his pants.

"You do have a plan," Luther concludes as Five hops around, spreading the baby powder.

"Well, it's a desperation move, but... since our brain-dead siblings are incapable of meeting a simple deadline, I got no choice," Five explains.

"No choice about what?" I yawn as I follow them out to the living room.

"I have to find myself," Five explains, pulling out his watch then slipping it back into his pocket, "I just arrived in Dallas 15 minutes ago."