𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃
( chapter five )

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𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 sat in the kitchen, watching as Five rifled through different cupboards and drawers.

"Five," Alora groaned. "There's none here! I've looked already."

"You don't like coffee." He frowned, turning to look at her before going back to looking for coffee.

"Last time you saw me, I didn't like coffee."

"You still don't like coffee."

Alora paused. "Yeah.." she sighed.

Allison walked in, throwing her coat on a nearby chair. "Where's Vanya?"

"Oh." Klaus was sitting in a small chair, clutching a guitar. "She's gone."

"That's unfortunate." Five sighed, holding his empty cup.

"Yeah." Allison agreed, looking around the dim kitchen.

"An entire square block, 43 bedrooms, 19 bathrooms, but no, not a single drop of coffee."

"Dad hated caffeine." Allison said, frowning.

"Well, he hated children too, and he had plenty of us." Klaus laughed dryly before his face went serious.

Allison looked strangely at him before Five spoke up, "I'm taking the car."

"Where are you going?" Klaus asked him, putting down the black and white guitar.

Five squinted at the man, "To get a decent cup of coffee."

"Oh!" Alora put up her hand. "Can I come?"

"Sure."

Alora got up and joined Five at his side. Allison questioned the boy, asking if he even knows how to drive a car. The boy replied that he knows how to do everything before grabbing Alora and blinking away.

They both landed in the car, Alora blinking and looking around. "Five," she started as they pulled out of the alleyway. "Logically," he looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "-not that you're not logical- you're probably the most logical person I know, not that I know a lot of people-" the started rambling.

"Alora." He interrupted gently, focus on the road ahead.

"Right! So, logically, wouldn't you just blink to the place you're going to rather than driving?"

Five thought for a moment then sighed. "I don't know, I just wanted to drive around."

"Right, okay. Cool." She was kind of awkward around him. One, since she hadn't seen him (or anyone for that matter) is around 14 years and two; she might still have a small, teeny tiny crush on the boy. Or man. Who cares?

After a while, they arrived at Griddy's Donuts, a donut shop the kids used to go to together at nighttime, not that their father knew. Five opened the door and quickly walked into the shop, Alora only just got out of the car.

"Five!" The girl yelled, scoffing.

She entered the brightly lit diner and joined Five at the counter, flicking his ear. He winced and glared at her, the girl smiling in response, causing his lips to turn up slightly.

He impatiently ringed the bell on the counter as a man walked in, holding a newspaper and exhaling deeply as he sat down. Dishes clattered in the back before an old lady came out, dressed in an ugly pink uniform that actually suited her.

"Sorry, sink was clogged," she chuckled brightly. "So," she pulled out a notepad, "what'll it be?"

"Uh, give me a chocolate éclair." The man said.

The woman smiled and wrote it down before turning to Five and Alora. "Can I get the kids a hot chocolate or something?"

"This kid wants coffee. Black." Five scoffed.

The woman, whose uniform read Agnes, looked shocked.

"A hot chocolate would be great. Thank you." Alora smiled as the lady nodded, glancing at Five. "And can I have a jam filled donut as well?"

"Of course." The waitress turned to the man. "Cute kids." He looked at her blankly. Five the 'kid' grinned brightly at her, showing his teeth.

Agnes muttered an 'okay' and went to prepare their orders. Five sighed deeply and slightly turning his head to look at the man. "Don't remember this place being such a shit hole."

The man looked at him, slightly surprised and confused.

"We used to come here as kids." Five gestured to himself and Alora, who waved at the guy. "Used to sneak out with my brothers and sisters and eat donuts until we puked."

Alora chuckled. She remembered when Klaus dared Ben, who never said no to a dare, to eat as many donuts as he could in 2 minutes. He vomited as soon as they all got home that night.

"Simpler times, huh?"

"Eh, I suppose." The man said slowly, staring at the two uncomfortably. The waitress came back with their drinks and Alora's donut setting them down on the table. "I got theirs." The man payed the waitress.

"Thanks." Five looked at the man.

"Thank you." Alora smiled shyly, not used to meeting new people.

The boy looked at the logo on the man's jacket that said Ishmael's Towing, 24 hour service. "You must know your way around the city."

"I hope so. I've been driving it for 20 years." He replied.

"Good. I need an address."

After the man gave Five a piece of paper with an address of some convenience store, the left with his éclair, leaving the two alone.

Alora took a bite of the donut, jam spilling onto her white shirt, making her groan in frustration. "Damnit! It looks like blood or some shit."

"Nobody will notice." Five said, adjusting her coat. The door opened and Alora was about to turn around before Five grabbed her arm, stopping her. In the reflection of the bell, the saw a group of armed men, one of them pointing a gun at Five's head. "Hm. That was fast. I thought I'd have more time before they found me."

Alora didn't understand what was going on. Who were these men? Why were they trying to kill Five?

"Okay." The man's raspy voice sounded. "So let's all be professional about this, yeah? On your feet and come with us. They want to talk."

They? Who's they?

"I've got nothing to say." Five replied casually.

"It doesn't have to go this way." The man spoke as another guy came up behind Alora, pointing a gun at her head. "You think I wanna shoot two kids? Go home with that on my conscience?"

Five was angry. How dare they aim a gun at Alora, threatening her. "Well, I wouldn't worry about that." He said, masking his anger. "You won't be going home." He grabbed a butter knife off the table, blinked behind the man and stabbed him in the neck. Alora winced, ducking down beneath the counter.

The men looked around for the two and Alora stood up, holding out her arms and making the gun explode, shards going into the man's skin. Five blinked on top of a table. "Hey, assholes!" He teleported away before they started shooting at the spot he was just lying.

Alora hurdled the counter and kicked a guy in the stomach, inwardly thanking her father for training them for combat. He toppled over a table and hit his head, knocking himself out.

Five appeared on the other side of a side door behind a different guy and knocked, causing him to turn around. He saluted before blinking away in a blue flash, the man shooting at the spot he was in. They must be slow, because they kept wasting their bullets.

Alora's abilities grabbed ahold of two men, smashing their heads together, hard, knocking them out.

Five blinked infront of her and grabbed a gun, stabbing a guy in the stomach with it, then blinking behind a table and pulling one of the men back onto it, his head hanging off of it and watching as another guy accidentally snapped his neck by walking into him.

Alora watched, half impressed, half concerned as the boy stabbed a man in the eye with a pen. He stood there, planting slightly when suddenly, a man grabbed Alora's shoulder and aimed his gun at her head. Five blinked and the man looked around confused. Alora shrugged and Five knocked the man out.

Two left. They stood on either side of the Hargreeves. Five blinked with Alora as soon as they pulled the trigger, causing them to shoot each other. What idiots.

Five grabbed his tie from around one of the men's neck from back when he strangled them and put it back on. Alora stepped forward to tighten it a bit, getting a tight-lipped smile in return. Five gently moved her out of the way and snapped the only guy left alive's neck.

"Woah." Alora breathed, looking around. "That was really violent."

Five picked up the tracker on the ground, figuring out there was a tracker inside his arm. He handed Alora a sharp knife. "Cut my arm open."

"Excuse me?" She cried, horrified.

"Do it." He insisted.

"No!"

The boy sighed, rolling his eyes. "Please?"

Alora groaned, taking the knife from him and holding it on his skin. "Do it." Five said.

"No," she shoved the knife back into his hand. "I can't."

"Alora!"

Alora glared at his arm and the tracker flew out, a little hole in his arm. Five groaned quietly, looking at the hole in his arm. "I'm sorry, did it hurt?" Alora whispered.

"Nope." He picked up the little device and they both walked outside, slightly sweaty from the fight. Five dropped the tracker into a puddle and grabbing her by hand.

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