Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

Chapter 99

LUTHER WAS PANICKED; and every pastry in the living room seemed to have been tastier than earlier.

The others were growing a headache after they let Luther's news sink in. Not to mention, his poor choice in timing as he broke the news, one scone per information about Ben's whereabouts and his strange itching back at the auto shop.

"I don't understand," Lila piped up. "What, so you just let him go?"

In which Luther defensively responded through his scone-filled mouth, "Well, how was I supposed to know Ben was infected with this... whatever this thing is!"

"Still, he's on parole," Y/N scolded. "His parole officer told you to keep an eye on him, didn't she?"

"Well, pardon my poor spotter skills, Chief Hargreeves." Luther sarcastically shot back with another munch from a strawberry tart, "It's not like he's my full responsibility! And again, I didn't know he was infected."

All the stress made Y/N's palm itch once again. Everybody questioning him wondered where his common sense had gone. "Great job, Luther. Really great." Number Five commented.

On the other hand, Abigail found that there was no point in putting the blame on the taller man. She was more focused on the detail that mattered most. "The rash on his arm," she referred. "What did it look like?" She asked.

Luther found himself have trouble describing it; every word seemed to have hung themselves at the tip of his tongue. "I dunno. It was just kind of... You know, it kind of looked like that thing Klaus caught when he came home from Ibiza."

This, in turn, just made their headaches worse. "Are you a doctor?" Diego snarked, "Or do you just play one at bachelorette parties?"

"Hey! I'm a professional dancer!" Luther argued against the uncalled mockery of his current job.

"Luther," Abigail brought them back to the subject before they could further sidetrack. "Was there anything unusual about this rash?" She asked.

Luther tried his best to play it cool. "No," he drawled, "it was just, you know, red..." Unfortunately, there was nothing cool about what he recalled from Ben's rash, "...and glowing... and pulsating."

"You didn't think maybe that was worth bringing up?"

"I just thought it had to do with our powers coming back. I mean, we've all been having issues!" Luther defended himself once more. "I know I have."

While the others went on about Luther's poor judgement of Ben's situation, Y/N suddenly turned quiet by the time she caught another glimpse of her itchy palm.

The rash almost looked exactly the way Luther described it; only she didn't understand why hers was different. Hers illuminated blue instead of red, and everyone she touched was nowhere near from getting infected like Ben and Jennifer. She began to wonder, what's so different with me?

I drank the same marigold as they did; I don't see any physical signs of catastrophe around me -- what's up with that? She weighed on her thoughts to the point of posing like the Thinker. Till another vision came in, where the two of them were running and spots on their faces were red and pulsating as per Luther's description.

Y/N wiped away the blood off her eyes before anyone could notice that she was streaked with blood again. "We have to find them, then," she remarked, ready to direct them to Ben and Jennifer's whereabouts, until the old man decided to precede himself with eagerness.

"Agreed," Reginald nodded hastily. With that, he turned around and made his way to a cupboard where he pulled a shotgun out.

It caught he others of guard when he suddenly began to strode off with it. "Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?!" Lila stopped the old man.