"Jerk! Come on! That is not funny! Stop laughing!"
Ris snapped as Five burst out in laughter at her fright. "I didn't know it was even there!" she cried out, she rolled her eyes. "Do you want to see my surprise or would you prefer we wait till Christmas?"
"Yeah, if we're still alive by then." he choked out, grinning like a madman. Ris smiled shaking her head, as she walked towards the 'Workshop' area of their home. The Workshop had been a fairly dark, small room, which would never get much sunlight or 'good air' (well good air never really existed here. But it was worse than the 'normal' air) and really had no purpose to them. Sort of like a useless attic that only collected dust.
Until Ris had found the library. Where she had found books upon books about DIY's, hardware guides, manuals in which she engrossed herself with. Using her spare time (all the time) she would read the books cover to cover. Teaching herself to do things.
"Tada!" she cried out, throwing open the door as they reached the fusty, musty room. If Five was honest, nothing much had changed. The room was still dark, through Ris had managed to make a tiny window, were the afternoon sun would shine lighting up the room beautifully, the air was better, Ris had managed to make a ventilation system. But what intrigued Five was the small oak box on the rickety table.
"Open it." Ris whispered gently, from the doorway. A soft tiny smile on her face, as a few strands of her dark hair fell over her face. Looking at the box, Five reached forward and began to slowly lift the brown lid off…
The sound of water dripping had been the first thing Ris had heard them the hooting of cars and the chirping of birds snapped her back to reality. She had been successfully kidnapped. 'How poetic.' The cold feeling of metal lead her to believe she was handcuffed to…a bedpost? She turned to get her bearings.
Handcuffs, duh. Carpeted Floor, the carpet in question an ugly shade of green. Which is disappointing since Ris liked green. Particularly forest green, cyan blue, aquamarine and ultramarine.
Wooden walls, cupboards, an empty table, a microwave on the counter, a black briefcase. 'Wait, a black briefcase?' her eyes widened. "Hazel and Cha-Cha." she breathed out.
"Not quite, honey." came a familiar voice from the shadows. Ris whipped around to face her kidnapper. The person stepped into the light, she took a sharp intake of breath. Shock and the fear leaked into her body, drenching her like ice. But her rage warmed her in the span of seconds. The person smiled at her, Ris could smell the stench of gunpowder and blood.
"Did you miss me, Clarissa?"
Five peered around the corner, he had been following Dot since he heard they were extracting a 'She' apparent this 'she' that figured something important out. And Five would bet Delores that the 'she' is Clarissa. Dot walked into the tube room her pace fast and her face worried. Five quietly spatial-jumped into the room.
"Gloria, the Handler knows that Five is up to something. Get this to Hazel and Cha-Cha immediately." commanded Dot in a sharp voice that she never really used enough.
"Uh?-"
"Immediately." Dot repeated before storming out. "Okay…Uh…Who are they?" The aged woman mumbled. Spatial- jumping behind her, he swiftly knocked her out and picked up the golden cylinder. Opening it hurriedly, two slips of paper fell out. Picking up the first one, he stated at the bolded letters in front of him:
REASSIGNMENT: PROTECT HAROLD JERKINS
Pocketing the slip, ignoring his confusion. Five opened the other slip. His blood ran cold, as he stared at the bolded letter.
SIDE ASSIGNMENT: ASSIST AGENT MARAOCSA IN THE TERMINATION OF CLARISSA HOPE ALPIN. PROOF OF DEATH REQUIRED IN 2 HOURS. DIRECT ORDERS FROM THE HANDLER.
"You!" Ris spat out venomously as she stared at the man in front of her. He chuckled. "Me. Hello, Clarissa."
"I killed you. How are you alive?" she demanded, her glaze like steel. "Well, that's chilly. No, how are you, Aidan? No, Welcome back?"
"You killed innocent people. For no reason, important people to the space time continuum. It was my orders to kill you. Not my choice, Aidan Maraocsa. It was never my choice, to hurt people." Ris said sharply, but the ugly feeling of guilt wrapped itself around her chest.
Agent Maraocsa chuckled darkly. "Not your choice…." he mumbled, pacing back and forth in front of Ris. "NOT YOUR CHOICE!" he yelled out his fists banging hard on the small table, which caved under the impact. Ris flinched.
"Alright then, Clarissa. My apparent murder was not your choice. You, have lied, killed, hurt, and betrayed. So many." Ris looked down, possibly the worst bit of this. It is all true.
"Well, I have some news for you." He walked towards her, he pointed his black handgun at her. The saftly had been clicked off. 'Wait for it.'
"This is my choice. Hope you enjoy hell, Clarissa. Because there's no way you're going to heaven." he whispered darkly, the gun was so close. Ris could practically see the bullet. 'Wait for it.'
His fingers were on the trigger. He started to pull it back. 'Wait for it.'
BANG!
THE TERMINATION OF CLARISSA.
The words seemed to blink out at Five like a traffic light with all the color blinking out at him at once. He knew the Handler couldn't be trusted, but he didn't expect any deaths. Let alone Ris's. His hands were trembling, but not with fear. With pure, unbridled fury.
Grabbing a piece of Commission approved paper, he clipped it into the typewriter. With shaking hands he started to type.
TERMINATE HAZEL FOR IMMEDIATE EXTRACTION
Ripping the paper out of the typewriter, he stuck in a new piece and began to type.
TEMINATE CHA-CHA FOR IMMEDIATE EXTRACTION
Grinning at his work, Five grabbed two golden cylinders, slide the 'orders' in and sent them down two different tubes. Five grinned to himself. But unfortunately didn't have time to celebrate.
"You know that's not how we do things here." came an all to familiar voice from behind him. 'Shit'
It happened so fast, that if you were to blink it would have already been over. Agent Maracosa fired the gun, before the bullet could hit Ris. She had spatial-jumped herself, out of the bullets path and behind the counter. She then levitated the microwave, swiping her hand in Maracosa's direction. The microwave flew and knocked him at the back of his head. He was knocked out cold.
This all happened in the span of 30 seconds.
Walking towards the unconscious man, Ris snatched the keys hanging from his belt. Unlocking her handcuffs, she gently picked up Maracosa's gun; clipping it to her jeans.
She proceeded to search his pockets. Just as Ris removed a crumbled piece of paper a loud bang echoed out from what-she-thought-to-be-the-exit. Holding the paper tightly, she slid under the bed. 'Wait'
The sound of hard footsteps reached her sharp ears. Ris suddenly realized how loud she was breathing. The steps grew closer. The door creaked as the person entered, Ris slowly unclipped the gun from her jeans. 'Wait'
The nozzle of a gun prodded Maracosa, he let out a snore. The gun drew back, there was a click. Then a bang. Maracosa's blood coated the ugly green carpet. Ris's breath hitched. 'Wait'
Large brown army looking boots obscured her vision. The smell of blood and gunpowder had begun to suffocate her. The nozzle poked the bed. 'Wait.' Then it slowly made its way underneath.
Ris stared at the nozzle that was basically staring at her in the face. The brown boots shifted slightly. The person began to bend down. Ris smirked. 'Now'
Propelling herself forward, Ris sweep kicked the person to the floor. Wasting no time, she jumped onto of the offender. Pointing the gun at the person skull. Swiping her out her left hand, the gun had been blown out of the person's hand.
"Who are you? Who sent you?" she spat out in disgust. The person, who Ris had identified as a male. Started to chuckle from underneath his black ski mask. "What's so funny?" she demanded her tone dark. "Tell me. Or you won't be laughing after I put a bullet in your brain."
"I'm sorry…It's just….haha…you haven't changed at all." He choked out, not at all fazed by her threat. "What are you talking about?" she asked, now extremely confused. He smiled.
"Aww, don't recognize me? I know, I might have put on a few pounds. But I don't think I'm that unrecognizable." he started to lift his hand to his face. Ris's grip tighten on the gun. Gripping the mask, the man pulled it off throwing it to one side. Ris's dropped the gun with a clatter.
A dusty dark blonde hair, glistening olive green eyes. He was much older, than when he left her in the Commission grounds. But there was no mistaking the man in front of her.
"Will…."
"A watch." Five said staring at the contents inside the box. "If you don't mind me asking, what's so special and exciting about a watch?" he asked, gently lifting the small clock. They found watches every day. Besides cockroaches, watches were the only things that seemed to survive the apocalypse.
Ris smiled mysteriously, before slowly taking the watch from his hand. "It's not just a watch, I assure you this watch can do much more than tell time." Twirling it in between her thin fingers.
"Do you remember that time you got lost, in Dusty Cavern?" she asked. Five nodded. "A building came down, and I couldn't see anything. I came back two days later, half dead. And you gave me the scolding of a century. Yes. It's a vivid memory."
"Well, I had an idea after that happened. What if, you could have contacted me? What if, you could have been able to find your way home? Or been able to protect yourself better. And that is where the watch came in." She handed it to him. "Say your name. Your full name."
Taking the watch from her. He stared at the face of the watch. "Number Five Hargreaves." he said in a bored tone. The hands of the watch glowed a blue color, before fading out. His eyes widened. "Put it on" Ris urged.
Slapping it onto his wrist and securing it tightly. Ris gently pulled his wrist towards her. Her warm hands warming his cold numb ones. She then lifted her wrist. On it was an exact replica of his watch. She slid her fingers to the face of her watch and slowly lifted up the face. Below it was a small screen with two red dots that Five assumed to be them.
"The watch acts as a tracer of sorts, but it can only be seen by my own watch and vice-versa. You can also talk to me though the watch and find home. When or if you need to. It does one more thing." She lifted up the screen, below it was a small red button. "In an emergency, the watch will pull and find each other. Like a magnet." she whispered, smiling softly and the watch.
Before looking at Five. Her beautiful brown orbs gazing into his. Making a silent promise, before whispering: "No matter where you are in the world, the watch will always find its partner."
"So what the hell are you doing here?" Ris asked as she jumped into Will's car. "I live here." he answered, starting up the car. "You mean to tell me, in all the time periods you could have gone to. You chose here." Ris stated. "Why?"
"Isn't it obvious?" he asked her shocked. Ris shook her head, Will rolled his eyes at her blatant stupidity. "Wi-Fi."
A light shined in her eyes. Blinding her, the room smelled like plasters, sweat and blood. "Experiment X113.5. Please make your way to the testing lab." Came the robotic toneless voice from the wall, which would constantly order her to do things.
She slowly lifted herself of the metal bench and walked towards the door; guarded by two burly looking men. With their big fat guns. She shivered, both from the constant drop in temperature and fear.
Stepping into the room, She looked up towards the ceiling. In a small glass box like room sat the scientists. Geared up with all their notepads, computers and test tubes. The Recording Room. She gulped, she was sweating even though she was shivering. While the scientists watched in the recording room. She would be the entertainment.
Because she was in the Pit.
"Hello, Experiment X113.5. Please come to the centre of the room." Came the sickly sweet voice of head scientist Doctor Alpin. Doctor Alpin was an odd woman, with dark blonde almost brown hair and a particular hate for her.
She slowly walked to the centre of the room. In the centre was a painted gold circle. In front of her was a large television screen that covered the entire wall. "Play the Video."
The screen lit up, a middle aged man with greying hair was tied to a chair. A brown haired lanky boy, dressed in full white with a metal collar (like hers) around his neck was with him. The man pleaded with the boy. Begged him not 'to do this'. Claiming it was wrong. The boy did not answer, he simply reached out touching the man's bare hand.
The boys hand glowed a grey colour. After a few minutes the boy retracted his hand. The man screamed. The screen went black. A door on the left hand side opened; a young man with pink hair was thrown in. "You know what to do." Came the dreaded woman's voice. Fear leeched into her bloodstream. But she wisely swallowed it down.
She watched as two guards dragged the struggling man into a chair. The metal collar around her neck felt even heavier with each passing moment. Doctor Alpin's words rang in her ears. The pleading man's screaming echoed in her ears. "Don't do It! PLEASE!"
She curled her hands into fists. De-voiding her face of all its emotions. She followed the order.
Reaching out her clammy hand to his shaking one. She shut her eyes tightly. 'Mimic. Mimic. Please mimic.' But the usual tingly sipping-water-out-of-a-straw feeling didn't appear. After a few minutes, she hesitantly looked up to the Recording Room. Even from the Pit she could see Doctor Alpin purse her lips together in clear distaste. Her heart pounded in her chest. She was shocked it didn't fly out.
"Bring in Experiment A16.9!" Doctor Alpin called out sharply though her microphone. Her eyes widened. 'No.'
A pair of large white door burst open. Two guards were holding a lanky brown haired boy. They threw him on the floor roughly, before exiting just as quickly. She recognized him instantly, her big brother. One of her best friends. "Corrin." She breathed out. The boy smiled at her. A light reassuring smile.
'Everything's going to be okay.' His voice chimed though her head. Instantly her fear diminished. She nodded. 'Do what they say. Things will get better.' His voice chimed in her head.
Experiment X113.5 nodded to herself. 'He's right, they probably want him to show me his abilities in person, then make me mimic them. Since the video didn't work.'
Even though Corrin seemed confident that "everything was going to be okay". The creeping feeling of worry flooded her. Something was wrong. "Watch." Corrin said gently, walking towards the pink-haired man. He calmly pressed his hand against the man's hand, quietly she watched his hand glow a faint white before vanishing.
Instantly she felt the familiar feeling of 'sipping his ability' (as Doctor Alpin labelled it) came to her. Corrin drew back, before turning to the Recording Room.
"His name is Alan Selma. He is an ex-shoplifter and helped in an armed robbery of a scientific research lab in Florida a few years back. He has a girlfriend, 2 younger sisters and one older brother who is a drunk. His mother died recently. He was born on 25th of August. He works at the local grocery store. He is a cashier. He wants to….redeem himself." Corrin reported his voice strong and clear.
Glaring at the evil scientist/doctor. She nodded her head slowly.
Silence.
"Experiment X113.5 please read Experiment A16.9's mind. Then I order you to tell us exactly what you saw." Doctor Alpin said, her voice cracking thought the silence like a knife.
The children's eyes widened. Corrin looked at Experiment X113.5. "Don't please." He said despite the plead in his voice was sharp. The collar buzzed around her neck. Charged with electricity.
"I can't." She whispered, her eyes wide as she looked at her brother. ZAP!
The electricity surged though her, rattling her bones, frying her insides. She was screaming, but it honestly felt like background noise to the pain. After a full 10 minutes of the intensive 'shock therapy'. She shakily picked herself up. "Obey the order, Experiment X113.5. Now." Came the urging angry voice of Doctor Alpin. Corrin shook his head, before turning on his heel to run. Only to get caught by the guards who dragged him towards her.
"I'm sorry." She whispered gently. "Don't do It! Don't you freaking do It, 13!" he yelled out looking quite insane. Blinking back tears.
Slowly she reached out her hand towards him, touching his struggling hand. The second she touched his hand, her brain was bombarded with images.
Memories, moments, words, colors surrounded her. Then like something had slammed her into his mind. Corrin's mind was like entering a large room with extremely large filling cabinets. Curious about this new ability, she walked towards the nearest one. Pulling it open, she saw a large number of colourful files. Slowly she picked up a red file. Instantly warmth filled every inch of her body. She smiled as the memory filled into her brain. Love. The red ones were memories that involved love.
As she shifted though them, she spotted a black file floating above her. She looked back at the cabinet; about to pick up a yellow one. When she felt something slap her on the head, before falling at her feet. The black file.
Bending down slowly, she reached out and picked it up. With trembling hands, she opened it…
"A probability map." Ris said doubtfully, as she stared at Will from his couch. In his cramped apartment. "Hate ta disappoint, but Five and I tried that already. And we ended up with a lot of idiots, nonsense on the walls and severe emotional damage."
Will clenched his fists. "Yes, but you and Five, didn't have the enough information to do the map properly. Right?" Ris furrowed her eyebrows. "How did you know that?" she asked suspiciously. Will's eyebrows disappeared from sight. "Oh…Lucky guess" he said flippantly. She nodded, but Ris was a liar. And it takes one to know one.
She smiled at Will. "Let's get started then." He grinned, before jumping of the couch, walking to the 'study room'. Ris made to follow him, but not before sliding one of Will's sharp kitchen knives in to her boot.
The memories flowed through her like ice in her veins. Alex, Lauran and Corrin talking in the dead of the night. Planning, making escape plans without her.
"We go at 3:33 am. The guards will defiantly be asleep. Now the cameras-" "We shouldn't be doing this...At least not without 13." "Gosh, Lauran! Don't be such a baby. We all know that 13's in the Doc's pocket. She'll rat us, before we make it to the RR."
Blonde haired and wide eyed Lauran glared at the red haired girl across her. "That's bull and you know it! She can't help who her mother is, and neither can you! So get of your stupid high horse, Alex. Coz we're in the same boat as her." Lauran whisper-yelled venomously, spiting like a snake. Alex rolled her violet colored eyes. "What do you suggest, Corrin?"
The boy shifted awkwardly. He sighed. "I like 13, but busting her out will be a hundred times harder, Doc keeps her under lock and key. And…she might be a spy-"
"I can't believe this." Lauran muttered pacing around her cell. "If you want to fight for 13. Fight for her. Stay behind and escape with her. I'm not sticking my neck out for that…freak. And Corrin agrees with me." Alex snapped from her cell. Lauran looked down. "I would if I could." She whispered to herself. Before turning to the cell opposite hers.
"Corrin. Please…You will condemn her to a life of horror." Lauran whispered. Corrin looked down. "Yes."
After a good two hours of working on the probability map, Ris thought she could finally find the proper answer to their apocalyptic problem.
The probability map worked by certain equations that would get her a letter and a placing of said letter/s. She was so engrossed she didn't even notice who's name she had been writing down.
VA YA HA GR AVES
That or she hoped that it wasn't the person she though it is/was. She gulped. Will had gone on a coffee run. He was gone for a full 15 minutes. Which was highly worrying. "And a N here….R here….And E!" she murmured. Looking at her finished work.
VANYA HARGREAVES
Stared back at her the dark chalk letters bore into her brain. "Shit"
"I'm gonna throw this stuff in the dryer." came the irritating voice of Vanya's stupid boyfriend. Ris just hoped she wasn't too late. After staring at Vanya's name for a full minute, all the chips fell into place.
'Faster' she urged her tired body as she pounded up the front steps and spatial-jumped into Leonard's house. Staggering slightly when she landed, she silently hoped that she hadn't been late. The world depended on it. Five depended on it. She will not mess this up.
The click of the gun alerted her. But he was faster. The cold metal pressed against her neck, prodding the injury the Handler had given her when she placed her neck bomb. She sighed tiredly. "Hey Will."
Tear fell like rainfall from her eyes. The pained look on Corrin's face told her enough, more than any explanation any of her so-called-friends could give. "I'm sorry." He whispered, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. But 13 found that she didn't care if they did. The familiar bubbling wave of anger flew over her. No not anger. Rage. Pure, demonic rage.
They betrayed her. Wanting to leave her in the hellhole of a place, just so they could be free. Because she was a scientists daughter. The freak in the awful face she had to call home.
13 stared stoically at the boy in front of her. The boy she called a brother. She clenched her fists, so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. If she was honest, she didn't know how exactly to react. The unexpected waves of emotions kept on flowing over her, drowning her in never ending turmoil. Restless. Relentless. Resistant.
"Hello, Clarissa." Came his relaxed voice. "Why am I not surprised?" Shaking her head slowly as she turned around. "I believe you took care of our friend Leonard?" she asked. He shrugged "He won't be a problem."
She nodded. "Vanya?" The gun shifted in his hand, now pointed between her eyes. "In his room, reading her dear daddy's book of secrets."
Ris let out a sigh of relief, before looking at Will. "Are you going to tell me your reason for all this? Or should I enlighten you?" she asked calmly. He smiled. "Please, enlighten me."
Ris gave him an infuriating smile. "You, Will. You managed to organize my kidnapping, trick Agent Maracosa into thinking you were helping him, kidnap me. But you betrayed him, killing him in front of me to trick me into thinking you were on my side. Not because you wanted to help an old friend."
"You needed me to complete your probability map. Assuming you have some basic equations, but with gaining me you could learn the name of the person you could kill to prevent the apocalypse. Since you were a decorated member of the Commission, they wouldn't suspect you from tampering with the timeline. Throwing Hazel and Cha-Cha of your possible trace." She finished. "Clever, but not clever enough."
"Kill him." Came Doctor Alpin's voice, but it didn't come from the microphone. A slender hand was placed on her shoulders. "Kill him." Her mother said gently, squeezing her trembling shoulders tightly. "They don't deserve you. They wanted to leave you. They never cared for you. They betrayed you, after all." she whispered into her ear, pressing her cold face on 13's vibrating one. 13 felt the cold touch of heavy metal that had been pressed into her clenched hand. Taking it slowly, she inspected the gun with interest.
Corrin was whimpering now, pleading, promising. But she knew it was all lies. Pretty, perfect lies. But she knew what she had to do. And no matter how hard he pleaded with her, or how many promises he made. She knew exactly what he was. A stupid, useless, pretty liar. A snake. A problem. One that she would fix. 13 raised the gun to the squirming boy in the guard's arms.
The smug look that had formed on Will's face instantly disappeared. "What?" he demanded the hold on his gun, faltering slightly.
Ris's smile grew. "You see, my darling William. You never learned the most important piece of advice I ever gave you. 'You see. But do not observe.' You thought of this brilliant plan. But you didn't think of one vital detail."
Will's gun flew straight out of his hand, into Ris's open one. His face morphed into one of horror, before he could react Ris had grabbed his arm. Spatial- jumping them away to a uninhabited area.
Dropping him carelessly onto the hard cement floor. "Me. As usual William, you underestimated what I am truly capable of." Ris pointed the gun at him. Her gaze and her hand unwavering. "Do you know what you are, William? You are a problem. One that I will fix. Don't you worry."
And without a hint of hesitation, she pulled the trigger. And without a hint of hesitation, she pulled the trigger. Corrin flopped like a pancake, 13 had shot him in the perfect centre of him temple.
"Well done, my darling. No-" Doctor Alpin froze in her tracks. 13 was now pointing the gun directly at her. Before the woman could say anything else. She pulled the trigger again. The woman crumpled and fell to the floor.
13 lowered the gun, ignoring the eruption of commotion around her. "I will not be controlled." She whispered to herself. "And I refuse to be anyone's toy."
Ris stared at Will's crumbled form, she slowly walked and kneeled beside him. "Many would want to know the reason of why you wanted to do this. But I know. Which is why you had to leave. I couldn't let you hurt Vanya…You know, I'm not surprised that you did this. I mean, I'm so use to it. Betrayals. But, before I go. I want to tell you something."
"I am cruel and heartless. But, I refuse to let you hurt the only person who ever truly cares. And I refuse to turn him into someone like me." she whispered, picking herself up; spatial-jumped away.
"Where's Gloria?" asked the Handler, Five internally slapped himself. He didn't hide Gloria's body properly. "Don't know. Couldn't find her anywhere." He replied, hoping his lie sounded like a lie. The Handler turned around.
"You're a great disappointment to me. You can't change what's to come, Five. I truly find it so odd that you can't shed this fantasy. You're a first-rate pragmatist. You belong here with us." she said with sincerity, but he knew better than to believe her.
"I don't belong anywhere, thanks to you." He growled, discreetly flipping open his watch and pressing the small red button inside. "You made me a killer."
"You were always a killer." The Handler replied, unzipping the side of her dress. Pulling out her pistol. "I just pointed you in a direction." Five eyes widened as she spatial-jumped away, just as she pulled the trigger.
Ris groaned tiredly the second she hit Five's bed. The use of her abilities were taking a toll on her. Particularly the spatial-jumping. Just as her head touched the pillow, her watch started to vibrate and glow red. All thoughts of sleep and her tiredness full out of her head. Ris jumped out of the neatly made bed. Grabbing her black handgun. One thought running though her mind. 'Five.'
"Security. Security breach in tube room. Security to tube room."
Blared out the alarms the second Ris landed into the Commission's ugly garden. "Hey! She yelled out to a nearby man running towards the building. "Directions to the tube room?"
"What's the rush, Five? We're just getting started." The Handler yelled out vengefully.
"Five! Five!" Ris yelled out running from room to room. This is what she got for listening to someone who works for the company that wants her dead. Or he didn't know himself. Either way. This sucked.
"Is this how you want the last line of your report to read?" The Handler hissed out at him. Five spatial-jumped in front of her. But he was getting tired. "When I'm done, I'm done, I guess." He said breathlessly, smiling cheekily. She was coming.
"You can't keep this up, Five. We both know that even you have a limit. I saved you from a lifetime of being alone. You owe me." She snarled, pulling the trigger. Nothing happened she was out of ammo.
He smiled. "I do owe a debt." He spatial-jumped away, appearing at the entrance of the tube room with a grenade in his hand. He pulled out the pin. "But it's not to you. It's to her."
Grinning at her he waved the bomb happily, before rolling it towards her. "Shit" the Handler whispered. Five dashed out of the room as it went off. Turning to spatial-jump away.
He smacked into to somebody. "Five?" came a familiar voice. "Clarissa." He breathed out, enveloping her in a tight hug. "Your alive." He whispered as he realized her. "You blew up the Handler." she replied her bright brown eyes shining.
"Lucky duck! I wanted to do that." The younger whined playfully. "You were taking too long. Where were you?" he asked grinning at her. "I got lost." Ris murmured sheepishly. Rolling his eyes, Five took her hand, spatial-jumping them away.
Five grabbed a briefcase, setting in the time and date. Ris guarding the door. "Five." She called out sharply. Instantly he turned towards her. "What?" he asked confused. "You need to leave me behind." She said calmly. Five's eyes widened. "What the hell are you talking about? I can't leave you here."
Ris turned to look at him. "Five, you need to go back to the beginning of today, I was with your family in the beginning of the day. Since you left. If I go with you. I will disrupt the space time flow, because there will two of me. I might end up killing my past self or my future self. Anyway…"
"I can't-" he started. Ris smiled gently. "But you have too. I'll lead the security way from you. You go back and fix this crappy day. Kay?" Five didn't answer. "Kay?" Ris pressed. "Okay." He whispered. Ris squeezed his shoulder. "See you on the other side, partner."
Five nodded. "See you soon, partner." Five grabbed the briefcase and ran out of the room. Pulling out a grenade she pulled the pin. Before spatial-jumping out of the room.
Five smiled at her before pressing the button on the briefcase. Ris's eyes widened in horror. She didn't tell him about Vanya. "Wait! Van-" she yelled out, before she could finish the world went dark.
WEDNESDAY/TODAY: 8:15 am (again)
Hold on. Hold the phone, Sorry Ris. We all died fighting this thing the first time around. Remember?" Klaus pointed out. "Klaus, shockingly, has a point. What gives us a win this time?" Diego asked from the counter. Ris opened her mouth to awnser- when a loud thump! Fell on the counter.
Ris instinctively jumped back, fall hard on the floor. "Five?" she called out unsurely, picking herself up slowly. "You guys, am I still high, or do you see him, too?" Klaus asked.
"Five, where have you been?" Luther asked. "Are you okay?"
"Are you all right?" Ris and Allison asked helping him up onto a chair. Five, keeping a tight hold on Ris's arm. Hugged her tightly. "Good to see you, partner." he murmured into her ear. "Who did this?" Luther demanded.
"Irrelevant." He said getting up, taking Allison's coffee; drinking the entire thing before tossing it away. "So, the apocalypse is in three days. The only chance we have to save our world is, well, us." He said, sounding rather unimpressed by their options. Ris was too.
"The Umbrella Academy." Luther whispered to himself. "Yeah, but with me and Ris, obviously. So if y'all don't get your sideshow acts together and get over yourselves, we're screwed. Who cares if Dad messed us up? Are we gonna let that define us? No. And to give us a fighting chance to see next week, I've come back with a lead. I know who's responsible for the apocalypse. This is who we have to stop." Five finished, handing the paper to Allison.
"Harold Jenkins?" Allison asked in confusion. "Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?" Diego asked Five and Ris.
"I have no idea." Ris said.
