April 1, 2019 – 22:30
Cha-Cha steps out for the bathroom on the other side of the room. Ben takes her place in front of Klaus and kneels down so that he can see up into Klaus's face and into his line of vision. Klaus has his eyes squeezed shut in pain and concentration and his hands periodically flare up in a bright blue color before flickering out again, too weak to do anything, least of all corporality. His bared chest is slick with blood and is covered in deep cuts. A stab wound into his left shoulder is the source of the pool of blood growing on the neutral carpeting.
"Klaus?" Ben speaks up soothingly, "It will be okay. They know you are gone. Someone will find you. If you manage to make me corporeal, great! But if not, you will be found, and they will get you out of here. You will be safe. You will not die here. Okay. You will not die here."
Klaus lets out a long breath and flops back in his chair, as far as his restraints would let him. He does not say anything, just focuses on breathing. Finally, after a few minutes of wheezing, a quite voice breaks the silence:
"Why can't I do it, Ben? I did it in the theater. Why can't I make you corporeal now?"
"This is new for you. You just need more practice. When we get out of here, that's what we are going to do. I have been dying to steal one of the knives Diego wears on that stupid harness of his."
"Did you just joke about your death?"
"No, I died and became a ghost for the sole purpose of one day stealing Diego's knives after years of waiting for you to get yourself together."
"There's the sarcastic Benerino I know."
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April 1, 2019 – 21:15
With tires screeching, Five pulls up to the destroyed Icarus theater and the rest of the Hargreeves jump out of the back of the van and rush into the theater front doors. Five blinks into the lead. They slow down as they get to the entrance and look around warily, scanning the surroundings for threats. The place appears abandoned. The bodies of the Commission soldiers still littering the floor and great chunks of ceiling are scattered about, overturing the chairs. The group heads towards the stage, where they last saw their brother. Vanya timidly follows behind the group, after waking up and hyperventilating on the return trip to the theater. The sight of Allison had managed to calm her down but she was still shaken. When the siblings arrive in the center of the stage, Five directs them off into two groups to search the surrounding area. All that the siblings could find is the canister that caused the inhibiting smoke seen earlier and smudges on the stage that look as if a body was dragged across, disturbing the thick dusting of plaster that coated most of the surfaces.
"What does this mean, Five?" Luther questions.
"The Commission. Someone must have been left alive and struck when we went back in time." Five replies.
"Well, let's go get them." Diego pulls out a knife.
"The problem is I don't know where he would have been taken. The Temps Aeternalis are just foot-soldier assassins. They wouldn't have taken a prisoner. But here's what we are going to do..."