(𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚡.) 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍
❝ WHY THE HELL NOT? ❞

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After Poet's unusual panic attack, it was night and Five was nowhere to be seen with news. The two, Poet and Paris, were taking their usual stroll in the streets filled with a small handful of women while business men held briefcases in their arms and were heading home.

"Do you think Diego's alive?" Paris questioned, looking at his aunt who thought about the question. Poet chuckled and shrugged.

"I just think he probably got in trouble and is probably in jail," she honestly answered. "Wouldn't be surprised if he is detained somewhere, but then again, he can escape so..."

"Can you tell me what you think about this?" Paris mumbled, placing his hands inside his plaid pants. Poet hummed. "What's your honest opinion on me and Five?"

Poet sighed. "I...I don't know, babe. I'm trying to be an understanding aunt, I am. I mean, I don't mind that you're bisexual and if you like a girl or a boy. Love is love, isn't it?" He smiled a bit and nodded. "But, let's remember that Five was 58 before he time travelled back and became a 13-year-old again. His conscious is 58 while his body is 13 and I just think it's a bit... creepy? Like, he's actually 58!"

Paris listened and nodded, another sigh escaping his parted lips while eating the fries he had just gotten from the store across the street they were walking on. "I know... And I don't want to say anything because he's been hurt, Aunt Poet. He-he went back in time only to see his siblings and you dead, but I was alive and a year older than him. I was supposed to be dead."

Just as Poet opened her mouth to speak and comment, she and Paris could hear siren after siren echoing in the almost empty streets.

"What's going on?" Poet mumbled.

"Look."

Poet looked at where he was pointing and saw a television store showing current news. They ran across the street and watched the news with squinted eyes. They saw a mob of angry people and police officers assaulting black people. Poet felt anger and Paris turned around when he heard a thump and an alarm, the source of sound coming from a car.

"Allison?" Paris heard the woman question, leaving him to look away from the car and focus on the TV, and there, in fact, was Allison on TV. Before they could question anything more, the camera was covered with smoke and Allison was gone by the time the smoke vanished. "She's alive..."

"I know..." Clearly in shock about watching her friend on TV, alive, she didn't see what Paris saw. "Aunt Poet?"

"Hmm?"

"You remember how Five said to be careful of some Swedish guys?" Poet hummed again. "Well, I think we need to careful because there's three guys staring at us with guns in their hands."

"What?" Poet asked, turning to face the people her nephew was staring at. She groaned at coming to see three men just staring right back at them. "Hey! You three!" She yelled. "I was on the brink of death multiple times and I just had a couple months to rest! So, can you please, for the love of God, just leave us alone?"

Her words fell to deaf ears and she immediately put her hands up when the three men started to shoot. Paris sighed from beside her and looked at her with a bored look.

"Wanna give them a few punches and then I speed us out?" The teenager suggested, ignoring the screams that were heard in the streets. Poet shrugged.

"Sure," she answered. "Code B?"

"Why the hell not?"

Paris sped away after he and Poet made sure no one was around and Poet ran towards the two bigger men while Paris had gone to the smallest one.

Paris circled the man, a blue flash following after him. The Swede he was fighting tried to shoot him, but the teenager stopped in front of him and punched him continuously on the face, stomach, and finally, the lower region, in other words, Code B.

Poet, on the other hand, had stuck out her hands, her natural Scarlett glow surrounding her skin. She twirled her hands around, getting rid of their guns while smashing their heads together. Their foreheads smacked against each other's and she was surprised when they didn't flinch or anything. She stepped closer to them, receiving a punch to the face by the bigger one. When he was about to punch her again, she raised his fist and made him punch the man beside him repeatedly. She also kept the other man in his place until she saw that he was bleeding enough.

"You did Code B?" She questioned Paris, who nodded and took a breather until he continued to punch the Swedish guy he was fighting. He was surprised that he hasn't fallen yet since he was punching him hard and fast.

"He won't back down!"

"Neither are these," Poet grunted, her eyebrows furrowing. "Shit! I can't do Code B!"

"Then do Code M!"

Poet nodded and while keeping them frozen in their place, including the one Paris was fighting with, she created a red orb and hovered it above the temple of the bigger guy, then hovered it to next, and then to the smallest guy. She smiled at watching their eyes glow red and she looked at Paris.

"Let's go," she nodded. "We need to find Allison since being on our asses isn't going to help."

Paris sped them away from the three Swedish men and they stopped not so far from the scene with police cars surrounding a place.

"Where'd she go?" Poet questioned out loud before stopping by a man who was rubbing his face, cops near him. "Psst." The man looked around furiously, a scared look on his face at hearing the sound. "Pssst!" The man turned around and gulped at coming to see Poet's face, who contained a split lip. The girl smiled sarcastically. "Hi, I'm looking for someone. Her name is Allison Hargreeves."

"You mean Allison Chestnut?" He questioned shakily before clenching his jaw. "That's my wife."

"Oh," Poet nodded amusedly. "Well, I'm friends with her, do you know where we can see her?" Not answering quick enough for her liking, Poet just sighed and read his mind. "Never mind. Got it. Nice to meet you."

"You, too."

Poet and Paris walked away, with the girl wiping the blood with the pad of her thumb.

"Well, lets go find Allison."

"Wait, you're just gonna believe the guy?" Paris questioned. "I'm not really trusting anyone right now."

"I read his name, Paris. Believe me, he loves Allison. I also saw that Klaus took her away, so they're not far from here, but let's go to her house to surprise her."

"Why did he look afraid, though?"

"Allison might've used her powers in front of him..."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Can Diego and Poet just
see each other again, like
😤😤😤 im waiting, God.

By the way, Code B means
Code Balls and Code M
means Code Mind... 🙂