I could hear the buzzing sound of a light bulb, as I began to stir awake, my eyes fluttering open. I could see the ceiling of the house, as I wasn't at the cabin, but a soaring pain generated from my right arm. There was blurriness in my vision, but I blinked a few times to get rid it. I began to sit up, my head still pounding. I felt the IV in my left hand, and turned my gaze to the right to see Allison with her own IV pumping blood into her. Her white shirt was stained with blood, it looked like a blood bath on her top. She was still unconscious, but beside her was Luther, his hand holding hers, but he was sleeping. It must have been bad as she was on a blood transfusion, but Luther was by her side, and he wasn't going to leave her.

I swirl myself around on the table, letting my legs dangle from the table, as I didn't want to stand straight away. I reached over and pulled the IV from my vein, a bit of blood came with, but it was fine. As I brought my head back around to face my siblings, it began to pound against my skull, like my brain wanted out. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my right arm bandaged in a long plaster - from the back of my right bicep to the front. My black woolly jumper was cut from the top of my right shoulder, so my long sleeve was gone. By the size of the plaster, the wound was large, and how it felt I'll probably have stitches in. I took a deep steady breath, and jumped down from the table, my heels touched the ground and made a echoing sound for a moment, but it didn't wake Luther. My balance was currently steady, as I took a few steps forward, my hands on the table just in chase I lost my balance. Each step I took, I felt a bit stronger but the pain in my head was still there.

I managed to get to the door and into the hallway, using the walls as my guides as I didn't want to fall and at times my head would give off a sharp pain - causing me to stop and squeeze my eyes shut until it passed. But I managed to get to the main entrance of the house, but in the living room I could hear grunts and yells in pain. For a moment I thought it was in my head, but I stumbled towards the archway to the living room to see Diego and that dude - think his name is Hazel - fighting one another. Diego kicks his foot out to Hazel's stomach as he stumbles back, and Diego went for a backwards flip kick, and landed on his feet as he hit Hazel square in the jaw. Diego threw his fists but Hazel blocked them and grabbed his arms, before headbutting him in the head and lifting him up in his strong hold. Diego saw his opportunity and lent forward and started biting Hazel's ear as he yells out in pain as he began to turn with Diego. Within a second, Five appeared out of his space jump onto the couch and smashes a glass vase over Diego's head, sending shards everywhere and knocking Diego as he falls to the ground.

"I draw the line at biting," Five announces, stepping down from the couch and came back around. Diego blames Hazel and Cha-Cha for the death of his friend. "Hazel, whatever you came here to say, I suggest you make it quick, before he comes round," Five states his head nodded to Diego on the ground, and got the right now. "And before my Sister comes in and freezes us all," Five went on, as his gaze went over to the archway to meet mine.

"I hate you," I announce drily, taking a few steps further into the living room. "Could you make more mess?" I remarked, looking to the glass shards scattered among the floor. My eyes turned to see Diego knocked out and looked innocent, unconscious. But a pain shot through my head, making me squeeze my eyes shut and fall towards the couch, latching onto the side.

"I left my partner, quit the Commission, came to volunteer," Hazel spoke, as my eyes reopened as the pain left my skull, seeing Five back at the bar.

"For what?" He asks, climbing onto the bar stool.

"To help stop the apocalypse," Hazel spoke while wiping his shoulder of the glass shards as Five chuckles to himself and begins to drink. "What on earth could be so funny to you right now?" Hazel asks, wondering why Five was chuckling.

"Before I answer that, why do you wanna help us?" Five asked, wondering why he gave up on trying to kill us and Five.

"Let's just say I have a vested interest in a doughnut shop,"

"Well, I hate to break it to you, pal, but you're a day later and a dollar short. The fact that you're here right now means, without a shadow of a doubt, that the apocalypse is over," Five announces to us as I had no idea. How the hell did he stop the apocalypse from happening.

"Really? How do you know?" Hazel asked the smart question.

"The mark is dead. Found him this morning. You were the last known unknown left in the equation," Five said, as my mouth hanged agape as this means Harold Jenkins was actually the course of the apocalypse.

"Shit. Really?" Hazel sounded pleased with it, and so was I, meaning billions of people won't die now.

"And if you're out, then Hellrider ain't riding," Five spoke swirling around on the stool as Hazel lets out a cheerful sound, but a ringing came into my ears, and the word he spoke muffled. I best to have a sit down, before I lose myself. I came around the couch Five was on moments ago, and sat myself down. Once I got comfy, and got my head back on the softness of the material. I was gone...

..........

I felt a light tap coming from my cheek, as it began to pick up the pace. I fluttered my eyes open to see a blurred face for a moment, just to see Five tapping my face with his free hand.

"Wakey, wakey," he spoke as he finished tapping my cheek, as my eyes adjusted to see how close he was.

"How long was I out?" I asked, raising my head up from the back as I was looking up and Five was behind me, leaning over.

"Ten minutes," he replied, as that couldn't be right as it felt I've been asleep for hours and felt fully energized and no longer in pain as the headache had gone. "Where's Hazel?" I asked sitting fully up and standing to my feet.

"Let him go. He left behind his guns which will clear Diego," Five spoke making me turn around to see him back porched on his stool, the glass in hand.

"That's good then," I answered back, coming around the couch to see Diego still unconscious. I stepped over him as the glass crunched under my heel as I walk over to Five.

"How you feeling by the way?" He asks, finishing his sip of the alcohol beverage, as I took the stool to the right of him - as I felt oddly fine.

"Fine. Which is weird because that ten minute nap didn't feel like ten minutes," I told Five the truth as he looks at me blankly, as he takes a sip of the drink once again. "I hate you," I remarked at him, shaking my head as a thin smile came to my lips.

"No, you love me," he replied in a snarky tone, nudging my shoulder slightly, lucky for him it wasn't the hurt one.

"That you are right," I smiled sweetly to him, as just in time to hear Diego groan from the ground making us both shoot our gazes to him. He grunts as he props himself on his forearms, probably feeling dazed for the moment.

"Shit," his voice was low, and I barely heard him. Diego began to lift his gaze from the ground as his gloved hand went to the back of his head, as his eyes met with Five and mine.

"Good, you're up," Five remarked, as Diego stares at him for a moment. "Ready for a drink now?" He asked our brother, as he seemed still out of it for a moment, before darting up to his feet, and cocked his eyes around the room.

"Where is he?" Diego asks, his eyes on Five as we both knew who he meant by that.

"I let him go," Five told Diego the truth, as his eyes rose in shock.

"You what?" He asks stepping closer to Five.

"Now that the apocalypse is over, it's time for the fighting to stop," Five announced as he was right, but Diego didn't seem to agree with him. He swiftly turns around and grabs his knife from the floor. "Hey, he didn't kill Patch. His partner Cha-Cha did," Five told him as he began to walk away.

"So what?" Diego stopped in his tracks and spun around. "They were both there that night," his voice was low, as Diego just wants revenge for Patch's death.

"This half of the partnership gave me both of their guns," Five spoke as I leaned myself to the right, for Diego to see the guns sat on the bar counter. "Which will clear you, because the ballistics will match Patch's crime scene," Five told him as his eyes flicked from the guns to Diego again. "Hazel came here looking for a way out, he wanted a fresh start. And he happened to have in his possession the one thing that could do our family a little good," Diego stepped closer to the bar as I stopped leaning to the right as he was there so he could see for himself. "So it's time to move on," Five tried to make Diego see reason.

"Not a chance," he spoke his eyes never left the guns.

"Suit yourself," Five gave up, sighing as he came off his stool and grabbed the mannequin. "I am curious," Five began, lifting up the mannequin from the counter and spun around. "Your girlfriend, Patch. What did you like about her?" Five asked, walking away from the bar and us, as Diego eyes followed him. But Five stopped a few inches away, turning as he wanted an answer.

"A lot of things," Diego started as I knew where this was going as Five was waiting for more than that answer. "Cute butt. Nice legs," he answered, making me roll my eyes at his comment.

"Anything a little more profound than that?" Five questioned as I stayed quiet, I wanted to hear this from him.

"She believed in people. No matter how much shit and filth she saw on the streets. She always saw the good inside," Diego spoke from the heart as he meant it and she must have been a special women in his life.

"Well, I'm sure she'll be proud to know that you're killing Hazel and Cha-Cha as a way to honour her memory," Five was giving Diego something to think about. Five was done here and left the living room, to tend to whatever he had to do. Diego's gaze came back around to stare at the guns for a moment, but then noticed me - finally.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" He questioned, his tone kind of cold and within draw as he didn't want to make eye contact with me.

"Hi to you too Diego," I remarked as his brought his gaze over to me. "I'm fine by the way, thanks for asking," I went on rolling my eyes at him as he didn't seem to care.

"I do care what happens to you," his voice was raised, not a lot but just the volume seemed very out there. "We nearly lost you and Allison. It torn us all up," he went on, coming forward inches from me as I looked up as he looked down at me.

"It happened so fast, and I tried to save her," I stumbled out as I didn't believe all the blood that poured from her throat. My eyes drifted from his gaze, as tears began to swell. "There was so much blood, by the time I got to her and I tried to stop it, but I-I passed out," I recalled the memory, as I shook my head slightly.

"It's not your fault," Diego ensured me, as my eyes met with his, as they held a watery glossiness to them.

"But why does it feel like it," I replied back, holding back the tears. Before I knew what was happening, Diego reaches out and takes my hand in his gloved one, giving a good squeeze to ensure me.

"It isn't your fault," he spoke kind of slowly, empathising 'fault' knowing that I wasn't at fault for Allison being hurt.

"Five's right you know," I spoke after a few moments of silence. "Going on this revenge of yours-" Diego was about to speak but I let go of his hand and placed my index finger to his lips to stop him speaking. "I know what she saw in you and that was goodness Diego, because I see the same. And she knew that you help people too and fight for them because no one else would. Don't tarnish her memory," I spoke the truth as it came from compassion and love for him. I offered him a thin smile as I lowered my index from his lips. And began to walk away, leaving him in silence. I felt good in the way I spoke to him.

And it made me feel better...

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