𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃
( chapter eight )
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𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀, 𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 were now gathered in the office of the 'eye doctor' from before. "Like I said to your son earlier, any information about the prosthetics we build is strictly confidential. Without the client's consent, I simply can't help you."

Klaus and Alora gave each other a bored look while Five leaned on the desk, "Well, we can't get consent if you hint give us a name." He hissed.

"Well," he shrugged. "That's not my problem. Sorry. Now, there's really nothing more I can do, so-"

Klaus interrupted him simply, "And, what about my consent?"

"Excuse me?" The doctor frowned and even Alora was confused.

"Who gave you permission to lay your hands..." Klaus fake cried. "On my children?" He pointed to the two 'children' next to him, who were frowning at him.

"What?" The doctor, Five and Alora asked.

"You heard me."

"I didn't touch your children." The doctor frowned said.

"Oh, really?" Klaus asked, leaning forward in his chair. "Well, then how did he get that swollen lip, and how did she get than bruised eye, then?"

"They don't have a-" Klaus cut him off my punching Five in the mouth, making Alora gasp and cover her mouth. Her brother turned to her and smiled, before punching her in the eye (which, by the way, really fucking hurt).

Alora covered her eye with her hand and glanced worriedly at Five who licked his lip to get the blood off.

"I want it. Name, please. Now." Klaus demanded gently, leaning closer to the man. Alora looked around to see if anyone was peeking into the glass office- luckily, no one was.

The man stuttered out, "You're crazy."

Klaus chuckled, "You got no idea." The man glanced at Alora and she nodded with wide eyes. Klaus looked down at the snow globe on the desk in front of him. "Peace on Earth. That's so sweet." He grunted and smashed the glass into his face, water and glass going everywhere.

Alora felt a hand grab the back of her jacket and pull her backwards. She turned her head to see Five worriedly staring at Klaus. The man yelled as blood and water poured down his face. "God, that hurt!"

The doctor hurriedly snatched the phone off the receiver, "I'm calling security-" but instead, Klaus grabbed the phone out of his hand. "What are you doing?!"

Klaus gasped and talked into the phone, "There's been an assault in Mr. Big's office, we need security, now. Schnell!" He threw the phone back down and sighed. "Now, here's what's gonna happen, Grant."

"It's... Lance."

"In about 60 seconds, two security guards are gonna burst through that door, and they're gonna see a whole lot of blood, and they're gonna wonder, What the hell happened?. And we're gonna tell them that you," Klaus started fake crying. "Beat the shit out of us." He straightened up as Five smirked and Alora contemplated her life's choices.

"You're gonna do great in prison, Grant. Trust me, I've been there. Little piece of chicken like you." Klaus sighed. "Oh my God, you're gonna get passed around like a..." He started moving his hips in circles, "you're just- you're gonna do great. That's all I'm saying."

"Jesus," the doctor frowned, "you are a real sick bastard."

"Thank you." He spit out a shard of glass.

The doctor took them to a filing cabinet to look through the files. He picked up a file while all three of the Hargreeves watched him. "Oh, that's strange."

"What?"

"Uh, the eye." He stammered. "It hasn't been purchased by a client."

Klaus jumped off the cabinet he was sitting on. "What? What do you mean?"

"Well, uh, our logs say that the eye with that serial number..." he paused as Klaus circled around him. "This can't be right. It hasn't even been manufactured yet." He looked up at Alora and Five. "Where did you get that eye?" Alora turned her head to look at the boy who sighed.

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"Well, this is not good." Five commented as they exited the building.

"I was pretty good, though, right? Yeah, what about my consent, bitch?" Klaus giggled and put an arm around his sister.

"Klaus, it doesn't matter." Five stared at him angrily.

"What, what?" Klaus took his arm off Alora and put them on his hips. "What's the big deal with this eye, anyway?"

Five stepped forward, "There is someone out there who's going to lose an eye in the next seven days. They're gonna bring about the end of life on this Earth as we know it."

"How do we know it's not one of us?" Alora fiddled with the end of her skirt as the two men looked at her. "What? You never know."

Klaus sighed, "Yeah, can I get that 20 bucks, like, now or what?" He asked Five.

"Your 20 bucks?"

"Yeah, my 20 bucks."

"The apocalypse is coming, and all you can think about is getting high?" Five demanded.

"Well," Klaus tilted his head, "I'm also quite hungry. Tummy's a-rumbling." He imitated the growling of his own stomach.

"You're useless." Five said.

"Hey." Alora warned.

"You're all useless!"

"Hey!" She frowned.

"Oh, come on! You need to lighten up, old man!" Klaus said as Five sat on the steps in front of the building. "Hey, you know, I've just now realised why you're so uptight! You must be horny as hell!" He chuckled and Alora's eyes widened.

"All those years by yourself." He continued. "It's gotta screw with your head, being alone. Here," he grabbed Alora's hand and dragged her towards Five. "I volunteer Alora. She costs $20."

"Klaus, no!" Alora pushed him off.

"Well... I wasn't alone." Five stated.

They both looked at him. "Oh?" Klaus frowned, "Pray tell."

"Her name was Delores." Five said. Ah, Alora nodded to herself. Delores.

"We were together for over 30 years."

"30 years? Oh, wow!" Klaus chuckled. "God, the longest I've been with someone was... I don't know, three weeks. And that's only because I was so tired of looking for a place to-"

Five put a hand of Alora's shoulder and blinked away. "Five!" Alora hissed as they landed in a cab.

"Don't stop." Five said to the driver. "Just keep going." He opened the window to look out at Klaus.

Her brother ran forward shouting, "Hey, hey, hey! What about my money?!"

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