A little over an hour later, the two were showered, dressed, and making their way to Klaus's room. The conjurer of the dead was in his room, his door half open. Five knocked while walking in at the same time. Klaus was lying on his bed with a black ball of yarn on his chest. Rachel wasn't sure if he was actually knitting as one needle was stuck in the yarn.
"Hey. Get up. We're going," Five informed him.
"Where?"
"To save the world."
"Oh, is that all? Great. Now that you two have finished…"
Klaus made a suggestive growling noise with the roof of his mouth as he set aside his knitting and sat up in the bed.
"Looking at the two of you I feel as if I need to ground you for it."
Five picked up his usual pacing, unconcerned with his brother's comments. Rachel went ahead and took a seat at Klaus's desk, her face bright red. Despite the fact she was almost old enough to be a grandmother, she still felt embarrassed about Klaus knowing.
"So, Pogo said Dad killed himself to get us all back together, right?"
"Yeah, so?" Klaus asked, getting up and grabbing his shoes.
"So, it got me thinking. I had to jump to the future to figure out when it happened, but Dad, he can't time travel. So, how'd the crazy bastard actually know to kill himself a week before the end of the world?"
"Well, you know…" Klaus started.
"Don't answer," Five stopped him," That was purely rhetorical. Truth is, our whole lives, he's been telling us we'd save the world from an impending apocalypse."
"Yeah, but I always thought he just said that to scare us into doing the dishes."
"Me too. But what if the old man really knew what was going to happen?"
Klaus got up again and grabbed a shirt.
"Yeah, but knew how?"
"No idea. But the fact remains, his verkakte plan worked. We all came home."
Rachel blinked at Klaus as he sniffed his shirt, made a face, and still made to put it on.
"Since we're here, we might as well save the world," Five finished.
"Oh, yea? What, like, the three of us?" Klaus asked as he and Rachel followed Five out of the room.
"Uh, well, ideally no, but…gotta work with what I've got."
As they reached the hallway, Diego came running in while taking off his jacket.
"Where have you been?" Five asked.
"Jail."
"What?!" Rachel asked confused.
The three stopped in the hallway and watched him hurriedly rush around his room.
"Long story. Where's Luther?
"Haven't seen him since breakfast," Five responded.
"Yeah. Two days until the world ends, he picks a great time to drop off the grid," Klaus added.
Diego cursed. Strapping his knife vest to his torso he looked at the others.
"Allison is in danger."
The three receiving this news looked at each other in surprise.
"What kind of trouble?" Rachel asked.
"She went to Harold Jenkins's grandmother's address, which is the only other place he could be. She ended up going along because I got arrested for my friend's death."
"Okay, well, then we need to find Luther. Any ideas where he'd go?"
Klaus raised his hand.
"I might."
They found Luther inside a pub.
"Trying a little hair of the dog, are we? Hm?" Klaus asked his largest brother.
"Leave me alone," Luther whined at them all.
Diego sat down next to Luther.
"Give us a minute," he said, waving the others off.
Five gave him an exasperated look while Rachel and Klaus looked at each other.
"Okay. Come on. Maybe they'll brood each other to death," Klaus said.
The three of them moved off to a table on the side of the pub before leaning on it and watching the two. Rachel's eyes popped open as Luther stumbled up out of his seat after about two minutes.
"You should have led with that! Jesus Christ."
Number One's drinking clearly made him unsteady, but he stumbled his way to the door. The others quickly followed him out. Rachel got awkwardly squished in between Luther and Diego since she was the smallest and Five insisted on driving. They then made their way to the cabin listed in the file. Luther kept asking Five to go faster, each time causing Rachel to have to lean into Diego to avoid getting smacked by his ginormous ape arms. Five finally ended it by threatening to burn him with the cigarette lighter.
When they arrived, Luther was the first out of the car. Bursting through the door, those behind him could her him shout.
"Allison! No!"
Coming into the room, Rachel covered her mouth in shock. Allison say on the ground in a pool of her own blood. A slice across her throat was open for all to see. Luther held her body and cried. Rachel sensed no other emotions at the cabin than those in the room, meaning no one else was there. Turning to all the shocked men, she started barking orders.
"Guys, no one else is here. We need to get Allison to Grace immediately. Luther, bring her to the car. Someone find something to brace against her throat to stop the bleeding, but please don't strangle her."
The guys all seemed to come out of their stupor and rushed into action. Five sprinted back to the driver's seat while Luther and Diego aided Allison to the car. Klaus and Rachel squished into the front passenger seat together. Rachel was getting really tired of these high-speed rushes to the Academy to save people's lives.
"Come on! Let's go!" Five shouted to them.
Klaus and Rachel tumbled out of the car awkwardly.
"I don't think she's breathing," Luther said, carrying her by her arms as Klaus ran around to grab her legs.
Rachel rushed through the door after them. Diego ran to find Grace while they brought Allison to their father's operation room. Once everyone was assembled in the room, Five kept pressure to her throat while Grace examined her.
"She suffered a severe laceration to her larynx," Grace noted," One of you will need to give blood."
All of them offered, but Luther spoke over all of them.
"I'm doing it."
Pogo stepped in at that point.
"I'm afraid that's not possible, dear boy. Your blood is more compatible with mine."
"Hey, don't sweat it. I-I got this, big guy," Klaus said.
He ran around the table and held his arm out to Grace.
"I-I love needles."
"Master Klaus," Pogo interrupted," Your blood is…How shall I say this? Too polluted."
Rachel rubbed her forehead and looked at Five.
"Before you offer again, you lost too much blood the other day and shouldn't be giving up more."
Everyone looked at Diego.
"Move," he said, moving around the table," I'll do it."
As soon as Grace pulled out the needle, Diego whimpered and hit the floor.
"Whoa!" Klaus shouted in surprise.
Rachel leaned over to see him completely passed out on the floor.
"A guy who stabs people with knives is afraid of needles…yeah, why not?" she commented.
Pogo nodded at Grace.
"Stick him."
After Diego came around and Grace stitched up Allison's neck, Luther volunteered to stay with her so the others could figure out what to do next.
