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Five hated the apocalypse well he hated all the apocalypses in general. Really he had no tolerance for them. This was his main thought process as he went back in time, hopefully to stop the 2019 apocalypse.
Then he landed on the ground with a thud. He felt wrong, well his body felt wrong, wait. Oh no no no. This could not be happening. Five was in his 13 year old body again.
“Shit,” Five muttered as he heard another voice that sounded familiar if only slightly.
“Does anyone else see…little number five…or is that just me?” Klaus it had to be Klaus that was why the voice sounded familiar.
Five ignored the voices and stood up criticizing himself. Stupid he had been so stupid. How could he have messed up the calculations this badly?
“Five?” It was Luther or who Five assumed was Luther asked.
“What!?” Five snapped back pissed at everything fuming and enraged he wanted to scream over and over and never stop. He. Had. Messed. Up. He hated doing that.
“Is it really you?” Luther right.
Five decided to play nice and put on his kind voice and say, “Yes Luther.”
“Oh why do you look like that?”
Five really didn’t want to answer that question so he didn’t. Instead he walked past his siblings going into the house. He then realized that he was hungry so he headed for the kitchen.
He could hear his siblings following a distance behind him and decided on keeping to ignore them until absolutely necessary.
Five didn’t want to admit that he had made a mistake so he stayed silent as he went to the cupboard and grabbed the peanut butter and the marshmallow and bread. Then Five went to the table and assembled his snack as he did his siblings joined him at the table and sat down just as Five finished making his peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich.
“Glad you are all here. Makes my life infinitely easier.” Five finally said after a couple of minutes in silence.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Diego asked, looking at Five with hate in his eyes.
Five ignored him and started talking instead. “I have come to this time to warn you people that the apocalypse is coming and it’s coming soon. Eight days to be exact.”
Five expected there to be a reaction even if it was a small one but really it was silent. As Five looked around the table all of his siblings stared back at him with confusion in their eyes.
Five sighed and closed his eyes real quick before opening them again. “I don’t know if you believe but what I say is true. When I disappeared that day in 2002 I went eight days from now and found nothing. Absolutely nothing, everything was a mess and there was nothing left. I’m pretty sure I was the last one alive. You guys, you were all dead. Then I managed to time travel back to this exact moment in time and now I come to warn you all that the world ends in eight days.”
Five blew out a breath waiting for his siblings to respond. Then after another tense minute of silence Luther spoke, “Wait, Five how long were you in the future?”
“About 45 years if I kept track right.” Five answered and all his siblings looked at him with surprise in their eyes.
“But you only look like you are about thirteen, the same age as when you left.” Allison said.
“Only my body is thirteen, my consciousness however is 58.” Five said with a shrug.
“Oooookay,” this was from Klaus, “so you are really 58 but you look 13 how did this happen?”
Five looked away and said, “I messed up the calculations just a bit but either way I’m here now” Five then got up and started pacing. Then without another word he walked out of the room not looking back.
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Five went to his room to change. Another thing that had happened when he came back in time was his clothes, they hadn’t changed so he was currently in too big clothes.
Five went to his armoire and opened it looking inside. He sighed as he saw and remembered that all he had to wear were his old uniforms. He sighed once more before grabbing one of the outfits and putting it on quickly.
Five then walked out of his old room and went downstairs to where the others were. Then instead of stopping he went right past them and into the kitchen once again.
He needed coffee or else he was going to be too tired to be able to figure out what he needed to in order to stop the apocalypse. Five looked around the kitchen and then when he found no coffee anywhere he exclaimed, “A whole giant house and not a single drop of coffee!”
“Well you know that dad never liked coffee,” Allison said as Five angrily walked past her.
Then as Five continued to the door Diego asked, “Where are you going?” And without turning around Five said “going to find a decent cup of coffee.
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Five walked into Griddy's, a donut shop that was in town, one the seven siblings loved sneaking out to go to as kids.
As Five sat down another man came in and sat down near him practically right next to him. Five gave the man a look that the man either didn’t notice or completely ignored.
The server lady came over just as Five was about to tell the man to move. “What can I get for you today?” She asked. She looked old and had gray hair and her pink uniform did nothing to make her look any younger.
“I’ll get a chocolate eclair,” said the man.
“And should I get the kid some milk?” The lady asked, turning to Five.
“The kid will have coffee,” Five said, “Black.”
The lady looked at him with surprise and Five just smiled back widely. As she walked off he wondered when the commission would come and find him. How long did he have before they hunted him down and would try to kill him. Key word try.
After a few minutes of waiting in silence the lady walked back out with the chocolate eclair and what smelled and looked like coffee. She then set the eclair in front of the man and gave the coffee to five.
The man then said, “I’ll pay for his too.”
Five looked at the man and thanked him with a hint of a smile. Then a couple minutes later the man stood up and left. Five was left to himself for a couple more minutes as he listened to the man’s car drive away leaving the air silent.
The silence only lasted a few seconds though because in the next minute a whole group of people, men in black clothes with guns, walked into the donut shop.
“Already,” Five muttered, “I thought I would have longer.”
Five sighed for the hundredth time that day and didn’t turn around, only staring at his coffee as one of the men spoke, pointing a gun at Five’s head.
“Come with us and there will be no blood spilt. I don’t want to shoot a kid. Do you want me to go home with that on my consciousness?
“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that.” Five said, making all the men in the donut shop look confused. “You won’t be going home.”
And with that Five slowly grabbed the knife on the bar next to him and blinked out of his chair and behind the man who was holding the gun and stabbed him in the neck instantly killing him and causing blood to flow onto Five’s hands and onto the floor as the man fell.
Five looked up from the corpse of the man and grinned at the remaining men. Then all hell broke loose and shots were fired. Five blinked again and again bringing the men down one by one.
He blinked over onto a table and shouted, “Hey assholes!” The men all turned at once to where he was and started shooting but Five blinked away again and grabbed the pencil off of the bar, blinked it again and stabbed it into the eye of another man.
Five blinked once more over to a guy in the middle of the shop and quickly before the man could see him took off his tie and tied it around the man’s neck, choking him. The man struggled but then Five slammed him into the table and broke his neck.
Then Five blinked outside and smiled as one of the remaining two men tried to shoot him through the glass door only succeeding in breaking the glass as Five blinked away again.
Five blinked into the shop again behind the man and hit him in the head, temporarily knocking him out. Then he turned to the last man picking up a fallen gun and shooting him before the man could react. Now that all the men but one were dead Five dropped the gun and panted. He had killed all those people and still had not had any good coffee.
The man that Five had just knocked out and had not killed groaned and tried to get up but before he could Five blinked over to him, stood over him, and then snapped his neck. Now all of the men were dead.
The shop was silent as Five stepped over the bodies to grab a sharp knife that was behind the bar. Five put the knife up near his right upper forearm and pushed in letting out a small gasp as the pain hit him. He then reached into his skin to grab the tracker he knew was lodged into his arm. Stupid commission tracking him and trying to kill him. He had known that it was only a matter of time but how little time still startled him.
He had to get home and figure out how to stop the apocalypse. Then Five finally pulled out the tracker seeing that it was flashing red. He walked to the shattered door and opened it. As Five walked through the parking lot he dropped the tracker hoping that something would destroy it or maybe the commission would track it here and then find no one.
Five hated apocalypses and he hated the commission ever since he had broken his contract with them that same morning his life had just gotten worse and worse.