𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.
❝ UM... ALLISON
YOUR BROTHER
ALMOST KILLED
ME WITH A KNIFE. ❞
in which allison's best friend
visits her after finding out her
father dies and manages to catch
the attention of number two.
(chapter twenty-nine.) the moon ❝ I'M GONNA SMACK YOU IN THE FACE. ❞
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PARIS WAS STANDING NEXT TO DIEGO AS POETSTOOD BY ALLISON and Klaus, still trying to process the news they were given about the apocalypse that was to be caused. She was worried about the fact that her nephew was never found with the rest of the Hargreeves and the Capulet’s bodies. He was missing and all Luther had told her was, “Five said I couldn't tell you.”
“No, we need to figure this out.”
“Is it just us?” Allison asked, a cup of coffee in hand thanks to Poet buying her one. She looked at her friend, only to find her staring at her nephew worryingly.
“It's everybody,” Luther replied.
“In the house?”
“The whole planet?”
“No, outside the house,” Luther answered everybody's question. Kind of, “Everyone died. Including the Capulet. Why is she even here?”
“It's like me asking, “Why are you still breathing?”” Poet said in a sarcastic tone, rolling her eyes at the man. She immediately looked towards the entrance and smiled when she saw Vanya and a man that caused her smile to drift off. Poet raised her hand immediately, though, when a knife headed towards her head. She glared at Diego and looked towards Paris who was chuckling a bit. The girl rolled her eyes and headed towards Vanya. “Hey, I wasn't sure if you had a phone but I called the phone in your apartment to let you know that there was a meeting.”
“Thank you,” Vanya smiled and she looked towards where Poet was staring at, staring at the man with a stare so cold. “Poet, this is Leonard. Leonard, this is Poet Capulet.”
“Capulet?”
“Yes, Shakespeare," Poet said before turning to look down at the girl, “Anyway, do you want anything to drink?”
“No, I'm fine. But thank you.”
Turning around, she headed towards the siblings as they still talked and were trying to get an answer from Luther. A good one.
“Hey,” Vanya said out loud, catching the attention of all the siblings. Allison turned around, humming. “What's going on?”
Allison glanced up at Luther before looking at the girl and then glancing at the man. “A family matter.”
“So, you couldn't bother to include me,” Poet furrowed her eyebrows as she heard Vanya’s thoughts. All pained. And hurt. And more hurt.
