"She's suffered a severe laceration to her larynx," Grace informs. "One of you will need to give blood."

"I will," they all spoke up at once.
Your throat had yet to loosen and let you speak freely, so you were stuck looking over Five's shoulder with no words to say.

"I'm doing it," Luther said after everyone looked around for a second. He reached to pull up his sleeve.

"I'm afraid that's not possible, dear boy," Pogo interrupted. "Your blood is more compatible with mine."

He slumped back defeated and was pushed away by Klaus who had a grin on his face. "I got this," he spoke, patting the bare skin of his arm. "I love needles!"

You cringed inwardly.
I don't know if-
"Master Klaus, your blood is... too polluted."
-yeah, that.

You went to step forward to volunteer when Five sent you a look, but Diego was faster, sleeve already pulled up. "I'll do it."

Bloodied handed, Grace lifted a large needle into the air and flicked it. Diego, catching sight of the needle, whimpers and he falls to the floor with a thud.

I'm guessing he doesn't like needles?
Again, you step forward to volunteer but Pogo stops you with his cane.

"Stick him," he says with a solid nod.

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"That bastard that nearly killed our sister is still out there, with Vanya," Diego says, pacing before the couch you and Klaus sit on. "We need to go after her."

Five is by his side, hands in pockets and his bottom lip between his teeth.
"Vanya is not important."

He's going to take that the wrong way, you think, seeing Diego's face scrunch up.
"Hey, that's your sister. A little heartless even for you, Five."

"He didn't mean it-"
"I'm not saying I don't care about her," Five cuts you off and glances at you as if to apologize for stopping you mid-sentence. "But if the apocalypse happens today, she dies along with seven billion of us."

Five gives you another look and it pushes the words out of your mouth. "Harold Jenkins is our first priority."

Diego can only scoff at the cliche 'finishing each others sentences'. "God, you two are in love."

You turn away, feeling your face heat up and you don't have to see Five to know the tips of his ears have turned red.
"Shut up," you grumbled, voice demanding to contrast the weak glare you sent. "Let's go."

"You guys can count me out," Klaus says with the toss of his hand, watching you stand from your spot to join Five's side. "I mean, you know, no offense or whatever. I just feel... like this is a whole lot of pressure for newly-sober me, so..."

"You're coming."
"No, no, no," Klaus tossed away Diego's words with another swipe of his hands through the air.
"I mean, I think we can all agree that my power's...I mean, it's pretty much useless. I'd just be holding you guys back."

"Klaus, get up," Five orders, reaching to hook his fingers through the belt loop in your jeans.

This has to be the most I've worn jeans in a while, you thought while enjoying the little banter Diego was having with Klaus.

"Get up, Klaus."
"You can't make me."

A knife right between Klaus' legs was enough to have him shoot up to his feet. "Oh, then again, a little exercise couldn't hurt."

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"It's not exactly what I was expecting."

You scoffed, having trouble processing that there were sharp objects of all kinds; scissors, knives, broken glass and is that a spoon? There were all imbedded in a bloody... Harold? Leonard?

Whoever he was, he got fucked.
"The understatement of the year."

"No sign of Vanya," Klaus spoke, pushing off his knees to stand straight. Diego motioned for the door. "Let's get out of here, before the cops come."

Your eyes never left the body.
Who did this, you asked yourself but nothing came to mind. You've never seen power like this.
Everything was rearranged by what looked like a tornado.
This is someone powerful.

Five, who was in the same position as you, held up a hand. "Wait a minute."
He moved to kneel down next to Harold, digging through his pocket.
What is he doing?

You gagged once you realized exactly what he was doing.
That's disgusting.

He had pulled the eye from his jacket and taken the bandage off of Leonard's eyes, shoving the glass ball into it.

"Come on, Five, what are you..."
Diego stopped when the motion made a squelching noise and you muffled another gag. Klaus glanced at you and chuckled. "Wow."

"Same eye color, same pupil size. Guys this is it," Five said and you stayed turned away from the sight, showing a weak thumbs up.

"The eye I've been carrying around for decades, it
...it's found it's rightful home."

Home?!
Oh, how much you wanted to slap Five upside the head.

"So, we got the guy we needed to kill to stop the apocalypse, right," you asked and Klaus gives a small 'yay!'.

Before either of you take a step, Diego grabs the back of both shirts and pulls.
You and Klaus stumble around.

"It can't be this easy," Five says and you finally face time, eyes staying far away from the new 'art' piece.
"Look, this is the note that I got from the Commission."

He shows the small piece of paper. "It says 'protect Harold Jenkins'."

Oh.
You blame the misinterpreted note on your lack of sleep. "Well," you start in a small voice. "Who did this?"

"I have a crazy idea."
Everyone sighs at Klaus. "Crazy, but why don't we find Vanya?"

Five space jumps away without Klaus realizing.
I might take my chance and slap him next time.

"If Vanya got away from this asshole, she might've headed back to the academy," Diego says, sounding reasonable enough for you to agree.

"So, let's go."