All the siblings, sans Klaus, are reunited in the hotel room. Five had just blinked in with Diego in tow. They are circled around Cha-Cha, watching her. Cha-Cha is kneeling on the carpet, handcuffed to the desk leg. Luther sits on top of the desk table to secure it to the ground.
"Allison, Vanya, and Diego, head to Huxley General and check on Klaus. Luther and I will stay. I have a few questions for her." Five jabs a finger in Cha-Cha's direction.
Diego opens his mouth to argue but seems to think better of it and nods instead. Vanya speaks up.
"How are we going to get there?"
Five tosses her a set of keys, which Vanya fumbles with a few times before dropping completely.
"Red Corolla. Back side of the parking lot. Belonged to the guy swimming laps in the pool."
Vanya looks appalled but Allison takes her elbow and guides her out behind Diego. The door shuts and Five turns back to Cha-Cha with a manic glint in his eyes. Cha-Cha, gagged, stares back.
"So where were we?"
Five removes the gag. Cha-Cha glares.
"I expect succinct, satisfactory answers. Why are you still here?"
Cha-Cha does not answer.
"Let me rephrase. Your job is over. Hazel left you. Word has it the Handler is dead. It has been days since the apocalypse. So, I ask you, why are you here?"
"The Commission isn't finished yet, old man."
"If you are after me, then why take Klaus? Why tell us he is dead? Why throw away your chance to use him as bait?"
"I'm not after you. The Commission is done with your broken contact." She sulks.
"So, the Commision's new priority is to practice torture techniques on my brother and scare my sister? I fail to see why anything you have done so far serves the Commission."
"The Legend is clueless! Never thought I would witness this day."
Five growls.
"Why?"
Cha-Cha spits at his feet in reply.
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Klaus wakes up to blinding lights and noise around him. Something is prodding at his thigh. Every inch of his body is screaming in agony and his chest feels like it is being stabbed with every breath. Klaus would know, he has been stabbed before. He cannot see anything except for this orb of light in front of his face. Maybe he died and this is the real heaven, not the monochromatic world he has visited on occasion.
Then, he feels a sharp pain by his thigh and jolts up, swinging his arms madly, unable to see but trying his best to fight off his attacker. It is at this moment that he realizes he can move his arms freely again. His last memories were of having his limps duct taped while Cha-Cha beat every bit of him she could touch. Curling up on himself was the only protection he had from her until he lost that ability too.
He keeps tossing around. Hands grab onto his shoulders and he hears someone say to "hold him down." He does not stop. he needs to fight, fight, fight... until his eyes roll back and he starts to seize.
.·.0.·.
Diego pulls up to the Huxley General Hospital and turns off the engine. He grabs the handle to open the door when Vanya gasps loudly and Allison makes a pitiful noise. He turns to look out the passenger window towards the building and sees... bodies. So many bodies. Everywhere. They are piled out the door; some a few yards away, as if they escaped only to succumb to whatever killed the others. The entire hospital is silent.