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Run Boy Run
iii
"Well, somebody told me that you had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It's not confidential, I've got potential."
- SOMEBODY TOLD ME - The Killers
EUDORA PATCH LIKED TO CONSIDER HERSELF a practical woman. She had worked hard to get herself to where she was today, and harder still to graduate at the top of her class at the police academy, despite a certain vigilante having been an almost bothersome distraction during her starting years. This job wasn't an easy one, but it was one Eudora thrived in regardless, and the challenge itself was generally welcomed. Yet, every now and again, a particularly challenging case would fall into her lap and question her decision to even become a detective in the first place.
And last night brought her one of those cases.
"Ballistics came back," Her partner, Chuck, strolled over with a blue folder in his hands. He dropped the file onto Eudora's desk, "Bullets from all our shooters match."
Eudora flipped through the file, "Round-robin."
"Yeah, to quote a very smart woman," Chuck wrapped an arm around his chest, holding his other hand outwards, "'These idiots all shot each other.'" The two shared a laugh before he finished his explanation, "Uh, we also got IDs on all the deceased gentlemen. Not so gentle as it turns out."
"Criminal records?"
Chuck nodded, confirming her thoughts, "All of them. Battery, assault, a few dishonorable discharges. They're all hot heads. One and all."
"Well, that settles that." Eudora flipped the file shut and set it to the side. The 'open and close' cases certainly made her life easier, and she wasn't going to complain about that.
"Well…" Chuck continued, and his partner glanced up at him with a quirked brow, "There's just two little things. Remember the victim that got stabbed in the carotid artery?" Eudora nodded and he handed her an evidence bag with the bloody knife in it.
"Yeah," She spoke as she examined the knife, "One of the guys stabbed the other. What's the problem?"
"Fingerprints on the knife don't match our guys." Chuck further explained, and Eudora's brows furrowed as his voice took on a slightly excited tone, "but it gets weirder. It did match an unsolved cold case that came back, circa, get this… nineteen thirty-eight."
The detective didn't look convinced and passed the evidence back to her partner, "Tell them to run it again." There was no way someone over the age of eighty played any part in last night's bloody events. It didn't happen often, but IAFIS had to be wrong on this case, "What about the second thing?"
"Oh, right." Chuck pulled out another evidence bag from his back pocket, and Eudora made a mental note to remind him to not keep important evidence in his pants, "This is also weird." He passed the bag to his partner, and she studied the bloodied napkins that laid within, "Found these behind the counter. PCR identified the blood, and, get this…" Eudora was so ready to throttle her partner and his need for theatrics, "the blood belongs to Halyn Alberty." The way Chuck said the name made it sound as if it were super important, but the name wasn't ringing a bell so she stared up at her partner.
"Halyn Alberty." Eudora repeated the name. She frowned as a sense of familiarity filled her, but her mind struggled to place it, "Why is that name so familiar?" It took another few seconds of her mulling the name around in her mind before it clicked, and she glanced back up at Chuck, "Wait, isn't she one of those Umbrella kids?"
"Mhmm." He confirmed with a nod of his head, and his excitement from earlier was back, "but get this: according to her sister's book, Halyn is currently a statue in the courtyard of the Umbrella Academy, where she's been for the last twelve years."
"A statue?" Eudora repeated in disbelief, and Chuck nodded his head once more, "Chuck, this is impossible. Run it-"
"We've run it three times, Eudora. Each time has come back as the same person: Halyn Alberty."
This case wasn't looking to be as cut and dry as she was initially hoping for. Normally that wasn't a problem for Eudora- as she liked a good challenge- but when it involved cold cases from the thirties and blood from someone who was long dead well, that changed things for her.
Before the two could continue their discussion on the absurdity that had become their case, a uniformed officer approached Eudora's desk with a hand-cuffed Diego. She glanced up at the two with a heavy sigh before facing Chuck once more, "We'll talk about this later." Her partner nodded before walking away, and Eudora turned, "Uncuff him."
Diego smirked at the officer who was un-cuffing him, and the other man didn't seem fazed by the look, almost as if this wasn't the first time the two were in this predicament, "Thanks, Rodriguez." Diego so casually name-dropped the man, as if they were friends.
The officer rolled his eyes, but offered the vigilante a quick good-bye as he retreated. Diego dropped into the empty chair besides the desk, turning his smirk Eudora's way, "So," He snagged a random sheet of paper off her desk, attempting to read it over before it was ripped from his hands, "Did you talk-"
"Shut up and listen-"
"-to the tow truck guy?"
"-carefully."
The two spoke over each other before Eudora got the upper hand, and Diego stared at her expectantly. The glare that darkened her pretty features didn't faze Diego, and he found the expression all the more endearing as she started to speak, "The next time you interfere in one of my investigations," The vigilante looked ready to argue, so Eudora raised her voice to continue speaking over him, "You so much as breathe on one of my witnesses, or touch a piece of evidence, I'll charge you with obstruction of justice. You will do jail time. That clear?"
Diego didn't look as fearful or understanding as Eudora had hoped. She huffed, instead, as he scoffed in amusement, "Damn. You need to relax, Eudora. All this bureaucracy is get-"
"Don't call me that." She gritted through her teeth in frustration.
The vigilante rolled his eyes and leaned forward on his elbows, closer to Eudora who shifted away with a frown, "Look, I know you." He spoke in a low voice, "You like playing by the rules, but you live for putting the scumbags away. So, why don't you put that badge down for one night and you come out on the streets with me? Without all this bullshit-"
Diego honestly didn't see how this could be a bad idea, but Eudora obviously thought it was as she sneered at him, "You're right. That sounds super fun." The sarcasm was palpable, but the detective's rant didn't end there, "but I think you missed some things when you go yourself thrown out of the police academy, so let me explain." Diego's jaw ticked, "this bullshit is what gets convictions in a court of law. What you do out there is a fantasy. I would love to play cops and robbers, wear a mask, feel important but guess what? Recess is over. It's grown-up time, Diego. You're still trying to prove that, when you were kids, running around in those stupid uniforms, that it wasn't for nothing."
A pained silence lingered between the duo as they stared intently at each other. Diego's lips were pressed in a thin line, and Eudora stared at him knowingly, "Yeah, I know you too, Diego." She ended her mini-speech on a softer note, but that didn't stop the sting her words caused him.
Diego found himself at a loss for words as he digested everything Eudora had just said to him. Being 'mysterious' and 'unreadable' had always been some of his top traits, ones that he prided himself on, but she was right; she could read him like an open book. Ever since he had let her in all those years ago, Eudora had been able to see right through him. Even after their relationship turned platonic- on her insistence and not his- she could still see right through him.
It irritated him to no end.
As the vigilante battled some inner demons, Eudora's mind flickered back to the last piece of- very confusing- evidence Chuck had showed her. With a heavy sigh, she levelled Diego with a piercing gaze, "Okay, look, there is one thing you can help me with."
"You going to charge me if I help you?" He sneered, and the detective rolled her eyes.
"Diego." Her tone was warning, and he relented.
"Fine. What do you need?"
"We found… DNA at the crime scene." Eudora paused and fiddled with her pen as she chose her next words carefully. Diego, meanwhile, eyed her curiously.
"There were multiple dead bodies. Of course you-"
"Don't interrupt me." She snapped before inhaling a deep breath, "The DNA found doesn't make sense and… is out of place." The detective trailed off.
A sarcastic smirk twisted the corners of the vigilante's lips, "Gonna just leave me in suspense, Eudora?"
"Detective Patch." Eudora corrected harshly, flashing the man an irked glare. Diego was unfazed, and instead just stared right back at her. She sighed, "The DNA belongs to Halyn Alberty." Diego tensed at the mention of the Sioux teen, but tried to remain nonchalant regardless, "She was your sister, right?" If Eudora noticed the sudden change in his demeanor, she didn't say anything.
"Not my sister." Was the only thing he could come up with as his mind attempted to digest her words. He hadn't seen Halyn since the 'funeral', but if she had been at Griddy's during that shootout, Diego could safely assume Five was with her.
What that all meant, he wasn't quite sure- but he was definitely going to find out.
The detective raised a brow at his rushed words and further pressed, "But you grew up with her?"
"You could say that." Diego shifted in his seat. He made brief eye contact with Eudora but flickered his gaze away rather hastily. She quirked a brow, "but I haven't seen her since we were sixteen," He shrugged, feigning nonchalance, but it was clear he was lying. She was one of the few people he was never able to lie to, "so I'm sorry, but I can't help you."
Before Eudora could say anything else, he suddenly shot up from his seat. He muttered a quick goodbye under his breath before turning on his heel and making his way towards the nearest exit. His shoulders were tense, and he avoided eye contact with the other detectives and PD members he all but shoved by as he navigated his way out.
"If you know something Diego, you need to tell me. You owe me that much!"
Eudora all but shouted at Diego's back as he retreated from her desk. His shoulders were squared, determination in his step and he ignored the detective's words. Maybe the vigilante should've been honest with the detective- she was only trying to help after all- but she had a hard enough time wrapping her mind around his 'powers', so explaining to her whatever had happened to Halyn most likely would've been a lost cause. That, and Diego wanted to be the one to approach the Sioux teen first.
The strange circumstances surrounding the whole shoot-out had already left a nasty taste in Diego's mouth, and now that he knew Halyn had somehow been involved- or at least present- well, his stomach churned at the thought. Despite the two not being all that close, the knife-wielder still felt the need to look after her and protect her. The vigilante in him also just needed to know the fine details, and his ego wanted to solve this case before Eudora could, then maybe he could prove to her how useless he wasn't.
Above all though, if Juliet found out Diego had a chance to help and protect Halyn and he didn't take it, she'd have his ass.
"Five? Halyn?"
Vanya's voice echoed off the cavernous and empty halls of the Umbrella Academy as she looked for her brother and friend. After waking up this morning to an empty apartment, panic had immediately churned in her stomach and she set out to find the two teens. Vanya didn't like how they ended things last night, and she was bound determined to find and talk to them.
She would not lose them again.
"Are you guys upstairs?" The ordinary woman called out in the empty foyer, "Five? Halyn?" The silence of her old home was unsettling, but she pushed the feeling aside as she delved deeper into the academy. Vanya continued to call out the two's names, hoping for a response, as she made her way towards the living quarters, her best guess as to where the two would be.
A sense of relief washed over her as she entered Five's room, taking note of Halyn sprawled out on his bed, and the boy in question staring outside his bedroom window blankly, "Oh, thank god." Halyn barely looked up as Vanya called out to the two, "I was worried sick about you two."
Five turned around with a small sigh, and the Sioux teen dropped her head back onto a pillow, "Sorry we left without saying goodbye."
"No, look, I'm the one that should be sorry- to the both of you." Vanya admitted with a soft sigh and a shake of her head. This caught Halyn's attention, and she propped herself up on her elbows, "Yeah, I was dismissive, and I-I guess I didn't know how to process what you were saying. And I still can't, to he honest." The Sioux teen could relate to Vanya's words, but that didn't lessen the pain Halyn felt at them last night, "But that doesn't make what I said right or even okay. And I'm sorry." She looked at Halyn when she spoke these words. She stared right back at Vanya, but made no move to say anything else.
"Well, maybe you were right to be dismissive." Five stole a glance at Halyn, turning away from Vanya. He toyed with a toy truck that sat on his dresser, mind distant, "Maybe it wasn't real after all." His shoulders sagged, and if Halyn didn't know this was all just for show, she might've fallen for his words, "It felt real. Well, like you said, the old man did say time travel could contaminate the mind." Five faced his sister once more, a rueful smile gracing his lips before it quickly fell.
Vanya looked unsure at his words, and she had to admit, the silence from Halyn stung, but she couldn't blame her either. A sudden thought jumped into her mind, "Then maybe I'm not the right person for you to be talking to?" Five quirked a brow and Vanya continued on, "Look, I used to see someone. A therapist. I could give you her information? She could help you too, Halyn."
"Pass." Halyn's tone was bitter, and Vanya flinched.
Though the suggestion was coming from a place of good intentions, the insinuation Halyn needed a therapist left a sour taste in her mouth. She had tried speaking to a therapist during the first few months of her freedom, but no one was ever going to understand the mental trauma she endured during her entrapment.
No one could help her.
Five shook his head, also declining his sister's offer, "Thanks, but I think I'm just gonna get some rest. It's been a long time since I've had a good sleep." In actuality, it had only been a few hours since he had a good sleep- the first in a long time- but Vanya didn't need to know that.
It was almost unbelievable how positive of an impact sleeping close to someone you deeply cared about had on one's sleep.
"Oh, yeah, uh, okay." Vanya nodded her head. Her gaze flickered from Five and over to Halyn, and back again. Her brother had offered her a small smile, but the Sioux teen was laying back down on the bed again, glaring daggers into the ceiling above them. Vanya didn't like that she had seemingly pushed away her one friend in the world, but there wasn't anything she could do about it right now.
Halyn rarely held grudges- but when she did, it was best to just give her some space.
With a heavy sigh, Vanya spared Five one last look. He had casted his gaze away, turning to stare out the window and her eyes turned sullen. With a heavy heart, she exited the room, leaving the two teens alone to their own mental trauma.
Once Vanya's footsteps had faded away, Klaus burst forth from Five's wardrobe. He stumbled out of the small confines, clothes falling to the ground as he struggled to regain his footing. The teleporter's eye twitched as he watched his brother, and Halyn rolled her eyes at the not-so-subtle commotion.
"That's so touching, all that stuff about family and dad and time. Wow!" Klaus didn't even try to keep his voice low as he faux swooned, and Five hissed at him.
"Would you shut up? She'll hear you!"
The necromancer ignored his brother's words, instead continuing on in a mock heartfelt voice, "I'm moist." Halyn cringed at his word choice.
Five's jaw clenched and he grimaced at Klaus's choice in clothing, "I told you to put on something professional."
"What?" The man looked mildly offended at the teen's words, glancing down at his clothes as if there was nothing wrong with them. His shirt was a few sizes too big, billowing with every movement Klaus made, the color itself to bright to be an actual piece of fashion, "This is my nicest outfit."
"Klaus, your sleeves have ruffles." Halyn called out.
"And that's a problem, why?"
With a roll of his eyes, Five extended a hand towards Halyn, who had maintained her position on his bed. She accepted the extended appendage, allowing the teleporter to pull her off the bed, and she followed him as he exited the bedroom, "We'll raid the old man's closet."
"As long as I get paid." Klaus casually reminded.
"When the job is done."
Content with his brother's answer, Klaus followed after the duo, only to call out to Five just as they reached the stairs, "Just so we're clear on the finer details, I just gotta go into this place and pretend to be your dear old dad, correct?"
"Yeah," Five retorted, "something like that."
"Okay, yeah, good." Klaus nodded his head and then glanced between Five and Halyn, "And just so I know all the…" He waggled his fingers, "details. Is Halyn here your girlfriend?"
Halyn snorted, "Ex." She feigned a pout when Klaus looked at her, even sniffling some to add to the theatrics, "He broke up with me." Five rolled his eyes, though a tightness clenched his heart.
"The audacity!" The necromancer gasped, clasping his hands over his heart, "Oh, you poor thing!" Klaus suddenly pulled her into a hug, and she regretted her words immediately, "How are you holding up?" The question was aimed at Halyn, his voice a few octaves too high for dramatic flair, but he tossed a jovial glare Five's way in the meantime.
Glare met glare and the Sioux teen struggled in Klaus's grasp. She silently pleaded with Five to help her out, but the teleporter continued to glare at his brother. An unidentifiable expression flickered in his eyes, and it was almost like he momentarily wasn't one hundred percent there. His jaw was clenched tightly, eyebrow twitching, but Five maintained silence.
The strange look on the teleporter's face caused Halyn to struggle more before she was resigned to use her powers. Upper half shifting into air, Klaus's arms fell right through her, and she skirted away from the eccentric man. He stumbled forward at the lack of support, blinking in the process before steadying himself.
Fixing his jacket, Klaus turned to face the two teens, daft to the weirdness that had filled the air. Pretending to be Five's girlfriend- or ex based on their teasing conversation earlier- shouldn't have meant anything, nor should it have bothered Halyn. But seeing Five maintaining a calculating silence, and not being able to read his expression for once, had her concerned that maybe the ploy had gone too far.
"The doctor thinks Halyn is my girlfriend, yes." Five suddenly spoke. His voice was level, and Halyn couldn't detect any sort of emotion in it. The teleporter rolled his shoulders as he glanced between the two and offered no other words.
Believing the conversation to be done- or rather just hoping it was done- Five turned towards the stairs before starting his descent. After a few steps and realizing he was alone on the trek, the teleporter motioned to Halyn to follow him. The Sioux teen was hesitant, however, as she silently tried to process what the heck had just happened- or more accurately, what the heck Five's reaction or lack thereof meant.
Halyn may have been the one who instigated their faux relationship at Meritech, but Five had been the one to 'end' it shortly after. Obviously, the two knew the 'relationship' was fake from the start and a ploy to help Five to get his desired answers, which was why his reaction had left the Sioux teen on the rather puzzled side of things. She had only been joking around with Klaus when she brought up their 'break-up', yet the mention of it didn't seem to sit well with the teen.
The whole thing sent Halyn's mind reeling, and she figured she was driving herself insane trying to figure out Five's reaction. She was definitely looking too much into it, so she shoved it away for the time being. It was most likely nothing, and dwelling on it was just going to drive her insane.
After a brief hesitation and internal struggle, Halyn bounded down the stairs after Five. They had only made it about halfway before Klaus called out to his brother once more, and Five faced him with obvious ire.
"What's our cover story?"
Five blinked, clearly baffled, "What? What are you talking about?" Had they not just discussed this?
Klaus rolled his eyes, throwing his arms out in exasperation and Halyn snorted, "I mean, was I really young when I had you?" His voice had turned dramatic, mind churning with potential ideas, "like sixteen? Like, young and terribly misguided?"
"You're terribly something, alright." Five muttered under his breath. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, a clear sign of his irritation, and glared up at his brother. Klaus didn't seem fazed by the teleporter's words, nor did he really seem to process the fact that he was getting on Five's nerves- which were rather short these days.
Five briefly wondered why he had asked Klaus for help, but he quickly pushed that thought away. Anyone else would ask too many questions- Klaus only needed a few bucks and that was good enough for him.
"You know what?" Five flashed his brother a tight-lipped smile, "Sure. You were young."
Klaus nodded, clearly pleased with the change in attitude from the teleporter, and Halyn rolled her eyes, "Your mother, that slut!" He feigned a sense of hatred for the mystery woman, "Whoever she was…" He quickly waved off, "Oh! We met at the disco. Okay? Remember that!" A wistful expression flickered across the necromancer's face before he suddenly snapped his fingers, "Oh my god, the sex was amazing."
Halyn's face contorted into disgust, and Five's brows furrowed, "What a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain." He commented sarcastically before turning to continue down the stairs.
"Don't make me put you in time out!"
As if itching to torment his little brother as much as possible, Klaus flaunted himself down the halls of the Umbrella Academy, strolling along as if he didn't have a care in the world. Funnily enough, he was not the strangest things the halls of their harrowed childhood had encountered- but he was still a rather… unique sight to behold. Though no longer dressed in the skirt he had lovingly borrowed from Allison, Klaus was still the epitome of fashion as he sported a finely pressed pin-stripe suit, courtesy of their dearly departed Reginald Hargreeves.
Surprisingly, with no tailoring required, the suit fit Klaus like a glove. He had laughed bitterly at that fact, muttering something about how 'of course he was the same size as dad', but regardless, he still flaunted his new threads with mild glee- though he may have just been excited at the prospect of making twenty bucks.
Coupled with some freshly slicked back hair- courtesy of Five-, Klaus looked almost professional. And it was weird.
And Halyn did not like it one bit.
Alas, this was part of Five's 'brilliant' plan, so she had no room to complain.
Sporting a pair of freshly polished shoes, Klaus suddenly spun on his heels, and a loud squeak reverberated in the hall at the motion. Halyn cringed at the sound, the necromancer popping his suit collar for dramatic flair. Five scowled- a look that was slowly becoming his permanent expression- "Are you done, Klaus?"
Klaus pointed a lazy finger at his 'son', "That is no way to talk to your father, young man!" The necromancer reprimanded Five, and Halyn couldn't help but chuckle at the faux authoritative tone. This earned her a glare from her best friend, who was growing more and more annoyed at the situation he created with every passing second.
So much so that Halyn could've sworn she saw a vein throbbing on Five's forehead.
Five's shoulders were tense, a tight-lipped smile on his face as he flashed a dark glare at his 'father', "Careful, Klaus, or you won't get your twenty-bucks." His voice was dangerously level, but the threat was palpable.
For once in his life- and mostly due to his current sobriety- Klaus actually fully registered the threat that was levelled at him, and his demeanor instantly changed. Dropping the 'father' act for the time being, the necromancer pouted, "Oh, boo. Future really took the fun out of you, huh?" He waved his hand and turned his back.
Though Klaus's words were innocent enough, the impact they had on Five was great. A sudden tenseness overtook his body and his posture went rigid. A haziness clouded his eyes as they filled with a distant expression and thoughts of the future- and therefore the apocalypse- consumed his mind. With lips pressed tightly together, his gaze turned almost murderous, and Halyn slipped her hand into Five's own.
Ignorant to his brother's sudden tension, Klaus continued on down the hall, but the two teens remained in place. Halyn threaded her fingers through the teleporter's own, drawing his attention to her.
The contact momentarily grounded Five, his own green eyes boring into her brown, but it was a moment that was short-lived. Klaus, upon noticing the two were not following him, tutted at the teens to get their attention. Almost instantly, tension washed over Five like a tidal wave once more. Halyn frowned, tossing the necromancer a dark scowl as he attempted to hurry the two along once more- 'come along now, children'- and Five pulled his hand from her grasp, giving it a quick squeeze before doing so.
And, with saddened eyes, Halyn watched as the boy she once knew like the back of her hand followed after his brother, shoulder's tense with the weight of the world that he felt was his alone to bare.
"Oh, kids, look!"
Halyn blinked as Klaus suddenly paused on the grand staircase of the Umbrella Academy that lead into the main foyer. She halted in her steps, nearly colliding with the man, and Five shifted in an irritated manner. As the minutes ticked by, it became more and more obvious that he was truly regretting his new plan—as this was like the fifth time Klaus had stopped them on their trek to Meritech.
"What now, Klaus?" The teleporter managed to ground out through clenched teeth.
"It's your mother, and my lover!"
The necromancer was undeterred by the obviously irked tone his brother carried, and instead pointed towards the entryway into the academy. Juliet stood before the door, having been in the process of opening it to leave, when Klaus's voice caught her attention. She paused in her exit, turning to face the trio, and she quirked a brow.
"Uh, hey guys?" Juliet couldn't help but look perplexed as Klaus strolled down the steps, wearing a nicely pressed suit that was obviously not his, hair neatly done, and she looked to Halyn and Five for an explanation. The two teens stayed silent, however.
"That slut!" Klaus suddenly drawled, hand clasped over his heart, and Halyn's eyes widened. Juliet's narrowed, however, and her irritation was palpable.
"Klaus." Her tone was cautionary, and she shifted to fold her arms over her chest. Klaus wasn't deterred by her warning tone, and he was either willfully ignorant or just daft to her irritation as he stepped up to the woman. She eyed him darkly, hands falling as the necromancer suddenly tossed an arm around her shoulders and pulled Juliet in close.
"Remember when we met at the disco?" Klaus's voice was suddenly wistful and reminiscent, and Halyn was surprised at how genuine he sounded while relaying his faux tale. He continued to hold Juliet close, even going as far to wrap his other arm around her front so she was encircled in his arms, and her irritation came to a boiling point.
"Klaus, I will murder you if you don't take your hands off me." The African-American's threatening words were paid no mind, however, and instead Klaus's arms around her tightened in a vice-like grip. "What drug is he on now?" Juliet sighed out, exasperated, and she looked to Halyn and Five for help.
With a bit of wiggling and shimmying, and a not-so-gentle elbow to the stomach, the woman managed to pull herself from the necromancer's grasp.
"No drugs." Halyn shrugged.
Five seethed, "He's just an idiot."
"Is that anyway to talk to daddy dearest?"
Five bristled at Klaus's words, his body so wholly consumed by regret at having asked his druggie brother for his assistance. At this point in time, he was better off asking some random stranger off the street to be his 'father'. Before the teleporter could take a swing at his brother or do any sort of thing to him, Halyn stepped in front of the teleporter. Realistically speaking, she knew he could easily get around her, but she also knew he'd take the subtle message to just calm down.
Brows still furrowed from the events that just transpired, Juliet continued to stare at the trio before her, slightly dumbfounded and incredibly confused.
"Okay, can anybody tell me what the hell is going on?"
A/N: Look! An attempt at trying to maintain some sort of active updating schedule- I do want ya'll to know that there will probably be a brief hiatus for the holidays! I'm going to try and finish up 'Run Boy Run' this week and post the last chapter next Sunday, and then you probably won't see an update until the New Year!
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