On the twelfth hour of October 1st, 1989, 43 women gave birth. It was unusual as none of them had been pregnant since the first day they started.
Sir Reginald Hargreeves adopted 7 of them.
Until he found another one later on...
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Y/N exhaled as she approached the man's limp body and snapped his neck. Her pager suddenly beeped rapidly, causing her eyes to trail over a piece of plastic with a glowing green screen on it. She picked it up from the ground and analyzed the screen.
There were two red dots. One of them attracts her pager and the other was Five. "Looks like we got ourselves some stalkers." Y/N panted as she showed the item to Five.
The boy figured that the little tracker was inside his arm. So he rolled up his sleeve and cut a small opening on his arm with a sharp knife. He couldn't help but wince in pain as he went to take it off with his bare hand.
Just by watching him made Y/N struggle. With that, she swatted his hand away from the open wound and used her telekinesis to get it out.
"Thanks." Five said as Y/N handed the small tracker to him.
"Don't mention it." The girl took her pager and left it on the table as it also has a bug in it. The both of them left the doughnut shop destroyed.
Y/N unbuckled the strap of her helmet and put it over her head. She kept her motorbike standing by holding the clutch and the seat as she kicked up the center stand.
"Meet me at Vanya's," the girl jumped as Five spoke up. She almost let go of the bike.
The H/C haired girl sighed, "Why should I?" She asked as she straddled her motorcycle.
"Because I need to tell you both something."
The girl battled with her own thoughts. A part of her wanted to say no. But then again, it might be important. So she gave in.
"Why not just go there together?" Y/N suggested and patted the seat behind her.
"Alright then." Five obliged.
When he was settled, Y/N started revving the engine. "Hold on tight, old man," The girl advised.
"This is going to be a bumpy ride."
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The girl came into a halt when they arrived in front of an apartment building. The Triumph kept growling until Y/N turned it off. She was about to get off the bike, but Five was still clutching her torso.
The E/C eyed girl rolled her eyes at him, "You can let go now." She reminded.
Five pried himself off of her and mumbled, "Sorry,"
Number Eight sighed as she got off the bike. Instead of letting her climb through the window, Five took her hand and jumped in by the blue mist in his hands.
Before she knew it, they were inside Vanya's apartment. Five sat himself down by the lamp and waited for his sister to arrive. Y/N wondered what he wanted to tell them.
She couldn't help but stare at the blood that was seeping through Five's blazer. "Five," she called out.
The boy turned his attention to her, "Yes?"
"Roll up your sleeve." Y/N pointed. Five frowned but did it anyway. He carefully rolled it up, trying not to make the wound worse.
As he did so, Y/N inhaled sharply as she pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and placed it on the wound. She pressed her hand against it to stop it from bleeding as she gestured the boy to replace her hand with his.
Y/N knew the ins and outs of Vanya's apartment as she always visits her whenever she passes by the apartment building after work. Therefore she knew where the gauze pads, cotton balls and antiseptic were placed.
She closed the medicine cabinet after she grabbed a couple of things to treat Five's wound and went back to the living room. The boy's eyes followed her every movement until she sat down in front of him.
The girl focused as she soaked the cotton with the antiseptic. She took her handkerchief back and gently rubbed the soaked cotton around the wound. She felt Five staring at her.
"It's rude to stare." She stated, not taking her eyes off the wound as she opened up a packet of gauze pad. Five snapped out of his gaze as soon as Y/N spoke up. "Sorry." The boy mumbled
Once she was done, she took a quick trip to the bathroom and return the supplies she used from where they belonged. As she did so, she began wandering in her own thoughts:
What the hell just happened there?
What is so important about what Five's gonna say?
Why did I even come here?
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Vanya blankly opened the creaky door as if it was just another day for her. She got startled when Five turned on her lamp that illuminated his face. "Jesus!" She exclaimed.
"You should have locks on your windows." Five advised as if it was normal.
"I live on the second floor." Number Seven replied as she put aside her keys.
"Rapists can climb." The boy stated as if it was normal to say so.
Vanya looked away from Five to close her door, "You're so weird." She blurted in the process.
After she took off her coat, she sat down on the couch. Vanya became worried as she glanced at the blood stain on his blazer. "Is that blood?" She asked.
Five glanced at his wound and looked back at her, "It's nothing. It's been taken care of."
"Why are you here?" She questioned.
"I've decided you and Y/N are the only ones I can trust." He answered with a sigh. Which is true. He had been close to Vanya as his sister more than the rest of his siblings. He gained his trust on her.
But what made him trust Y/N? Ever since his father adopted her and joined her to the group, they were practically nothing but two strangers the were living in the same household. That is until they got older. When it was time to have their lights off at night, they weren't allowed to get out of bed anymore. And she was the only one who has the ability to talk telepathically.
If either of them couldn't sleep, they would simply contact each other through their minds and chat for a little bit which made them closer than they thought they would.
"Wait, Y/N's here too?" As if on cue, Y/N got out of the kitchen, "Yep, I'm here." She answered as she plopped herself down beside Vanya. "Unwillingly." The girl muttered, looking down.
"So, why me?" Vanya questioned as she looked back at Five.
"Because you're ordinary." He blurted out. Vanya would be lying if she wasn't offended. Y/N's eyes shot up at Five, glaring at him for his ridiculous reason. "Because you'll listen." He added.
"Okay.." Vanya muttered. She let him continue explaining.
"When I jumped forward and got stuck in the future, do you know what I found?"
"No." Both Y/N and Vanya replied.
"Nothing." The H/C haired girl looked up in disbelief as he continued, "Absolutely nothing."
"As far as I could tell, I was the last person left alive. I never figured out what killed the human race, but... I did find something else. The date it happens." He recalled. Y/N wanted to cut to the chase already, but she figured it wasn't right to find it out herself instead of the one who had seen it.
"The world ends in eight days, and I have no idea how to stop it." He finished. Vanya blinked as it was a lot to take in for herself. But Y/N was bewildered. They took their time pondering over it.
"I'll put on a pot of coffee."
Before Vanya could stand up, she heard the click of the coffee maker's switch. She turned to her sister, who was avoiding eye contact, and gave her a look.
