One day within 1989, 43 infants are unexpectedly born. Strangely, none of the woman who had given birth to the infants had shown any sign or pregnancy the day or morning before hand. Billionaire Reginald Hargreeves shortly after adopts 8 infants aft...
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I sigh as i make my way down the side walks, fuck, where do i go? The feeling of an arm belting around my waist caused me to look back in alert, i quickly sigh in relief as i saw Five. But that relief leaves as i push him off, "You asshole! You forgot me." "Well, I came back after i realized. Now, are you coming or not?" I nod but roll my eyes, i catch the small grin that curved his lips and he reaches for my hand, this time taking me with him. We relocate in the main room, "Öga for Öga" along the floor. I ignore it and follow Five up the stairs. I notice a blanket over the chair where I last saw Elliott in, Dead. Five pulls it down, revealing Elliot's bloody mouth and opened eyes. "Damn." he sighs as he whispers, and quickly pulls it back up. "I know."
"Uh, hello, Olga?" I look over, spotting both Diego and Luther near the telephone. What are these idiots doing? "It's her. She sounds old. What should i say." i began to pull my blood filled jacket off, i know i said there wasn't much blood, but i may have un- exaggerated it. There was tons, considering i ripped bodies in half, of course there was. Luther cleared his throat, "Excuse me, Ma'am. Um, i was just wondering— what?" Five picked the briefcase back up, looking around as he did. I focused on the bloody jacket, looking at it in disgust. "Hey!" i look up at Five, "It's Öga for Öga, idiots. Swedish for 'an eye for an eye'." I nod in response.
"It means the swedes killed him." diego quickly looked back over, he kept the telephone to his ear. "Wrong number. Have a lovely day." he smiled as he hung up. "You've scared that poor woman now, jackass." I noticed five began to take his jacket off as well, revealing his bloody shirt. "We would've gotten there." They took glances at each other. Speaking off bloody shirts, my own was bloody as well. It felt gross having somebody else's blood prickling at my skin. "Uh, you have some blood on you." I walk closer to where Five had been, but he went forward towards the other room. "A lot of blood, actually." "Wow, really? We didn't know. Thank you, Luther!" I send him a fake smile as i reach for the jacket over the table.
"Uh, Five. What did y'all do?" "None of your concern." I wrap the jacket around me, sighing as i do. "You can't come home covered in blood then expect us not to ask questions." i shrug, "Since when?" I walk past him and follow towards the room five had been in. He was in the bathroom, he had his shirt off as he was attempting to clean the blood off with a wet rag. I couldn't help but eye him, quickly looking away before he could spot me. "So.." he shot me an eye glance before turning back towards what he had been doing. "Mhm?" "Uh.. nothing." i rub the back of my neck. "You should change. Anyone sees that blood apart from us, you'll be questioned." "Eh. Whatever." I go into the other room, taking some clothes out of the drawer. I quickly change into them and walk out.
"So i found a way home." "What, how?" luther seemed shocked and interested. "All the details are irrelevant, but.. i made a deal to get back to our timeline." "What about doomsday?" diego walks closer to the bathroom, putting on his jacket. "Won't happen." "And the 2019 apocalypse?" "Everything will be back to normal, alright? No more questions." i scoff, "Maybe." he shoots me a glance, "Nothing, nothing." "We gotta go." he sighed. "We have to find the others, right?" diego agreed. "Luther, you get Allison." "Okay." "Diego, Klaus. Me and Y/n will get Vanya." i grin and walk towards him, "Now, we meet back in the arrival alley in 77 minutes." he puts his blazer on, and walks over to the desk, giving the two watches. "I've synchronized these watches." "Okay, let's do this." I began to follow five, but stop as diego speaks. "Woah, woah, woah, hold on. You show up drenched in blood and expect us to believe everything's gonna go back to normal if we go home now?" I nod, he has a point. "Elliott just got killed because of us." "What about dad?"
"What about JFK?" "Could you stop talking about the fucking president for one day?" "Diego, we have a chance to go home and make things right. We are taking it." he stood silent for a moment, "We've done enough damage to this timeline. We have to go." "I have to say goodbye to Lila." i could sense the frustration within Five, "Lila doesn't give a shit about you, Diego!" i widen my eyes a bit, "Harsh." i mutter. "She never did." he dropped his hands to his side. "She's one of them. She's a member of the commission." "Well shit." look over at him, can't believe it. Well, i can, but damn.
"No way." he shook his head, "Not possible." "She was just using you to get to me and Y/n. You're the Oswald of this story, my friend. The goddamned patsy!" he began to waltz off. "You don't know what you're talking-." Five spatial jumps back, pointing a finger at Diego. "If you don't do this, i'll kill you myself. Got it?" "Someone's in a mood." i rub the back of my neck. Five walks over to me, grabbing my hand. "Damn, not so aggressive." i scoff.
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952 words, short chapter, i knoww. but i haven't updated in daysss i'm sorryyy. i appreciate all the lovve for this story as well!! thank you all for 1k+ reads.💗
