𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 ─ long lost twin,

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Conflicted about her emotions, Emelia found herself back at her childhood bedroom, but she simpily lingered by the doorway.

She stood, entranced by her feature wall which was encased from top to bottom with overlapping polaroid photographs that were pinned unneatly. Emelia took a few steps into her room gently, careful to keep the silence that enveloped the house like a blanket. Wide eyed, she leaned in taking in the memories. Some photos stood out more than others like when Grace had snapped a picture of Emelia with a look of absolute concentration on her face, her tongue poking out the corner of her lips as she painted Klaus' nails black. She smiled, her eyes already honing in on another favourite of hers. She took the photo gently between manicured fingers and gave it a little tug, the pin ripped through the top of the paper and fluttered into her hand. Bringing it upto her face, Emelia chucked remembering the pure euphoria she felt after finally getting her first bullseye with Diego - Grace had stapled four reaction photographs together from that day. Each of thsm marked accordingly and numbered.

There was a sudden creak behind her and Emelia's head wipped around, pink mist raging around her fists as she prepared to summon a weapon but she stopped abruptly, seeing her mother.

Grace stood stock still, her red lips pulled into her permanent smile and her hands resting on top of one another in front of her.

"Mom," Emelia gasped. "You frightened me."

"Sorry darling," responded Grace, striding until she was face to face with her daughter, her white, kitten-heels clicking against the floor.

"I missed you," admitted Emelia, pulling her mother into a long-needed, tight cuddle and burying her head in her neck. "So much."

The android chucked melodiously. "Darling, you haven't been anywhere, I only saw you at breakfast."

"M-mom, I moved out, years ago," Emelia explained, an eyebrow raised in uncertainty.

"Silly goose." Grace chucked, tapping Emelia playfully on her nose. "Have you been daydreaming again." She asked.

Emelia's eyes widened and her eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Yeah, yeah I must've been mom," she replied offhandedly, as to not confuse her mother any further.

Grace's smile brightened. "Don't leave without saying goodbye, dear." She chimed in, contradicting herself.

"I-i won't," Emelia spluttered, she really had to remember to speak with Pogo about her programming.

A beat began to thump through the house and Grace sighed happily. "This is my favourite song," with that, she twirled away, her arms up holding an invisible figure as she danced down the hall with a warm smile.

"Children behave, that's what they say when we're together." Emelia hummed and sung under her breath, cocking her hips back and forth in time to the upbeat song.

Slyly, Emelia pulled her pillow away from bed and plucked from underneath it a feathery, pink boa, matching with Allison's and Klaus' (which he sold years ago). The young girl shook her shoulders as she swung the boa in front of her before flipping her hair and running her hands through it in somewhat of an attempt to act alluring. It was safe to say Emelia couldn't dance but that wasn't going to stop her having any fun.

"Running just as fast as we can, holding on to one another hands." Emelia sung a little louder, dancing with the boa as though it were her partner. She draped her body over the rickety desk, her arm coming upto her face in a clichè fainting motion before jumping onto the bed. She kneeled, sitting on her feet, when Emelia leaned backwards thrusting her chest out and shimming, her arms waving around by the side of her.

"I think we're alone now, there doesn't seem to be anyone around." Laughing to herself with a grin about to split her face in two, Emelia continued to power through the dance routine that she, Allison and Klaus had put together in their younger years to the same song by tiffany. She could only imagine her siblings dancing, in their safe little bubbles with locked doors, where they truly felt like themselves.

Abruptly, the music cut out and instead deafening cracks filled the sky. Emelia's scream was nothing, heard by no one as her words were lost beneath the thunder that rolled overhead. It seemed as though the heavens themselves were going to split open as the sky lit up, dealing out even more oppressive, booming rumbles like that of a snarling animal. Another crack of thunder after the other declared its authority over all else and warned the siblings of the wrath that was likely to come.

Emelia couldn't move, tears rolled down her freckled cheeks, her lips downturned into a frightened frown and her entire body shook with shivers. She clenched and unclenched her fists by her side, pink hues fading into view, but not strong enough to do any real damage.

Windows shattered and glass splintered everywhere, coating her floor and bedsheets, only narrowly missing her tear-stained face.

Klaus burst into Emelia's room after throwing on a black, skimpy coat and put another one around her shaking shoulders.

"It's okay Emmy, it's gonna be fine," Klaus cooed and shushed, his hands rubbing her arms to try and shake her out of her shock. She'd never particularly been a fan of thunderstorms, not since she'd turned eleven anyway. Reginald was angry with her after a misson.

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"NUMBER EIGHT! DO IT NOW!" Luther yelled at her again and again, surely his voice must've been wearing thin because Emelia's patience with him was. The 'great' number one had specifically targeted the young girl with her hair in wet braids, directing his frustrations and anger onto her.

"I can't!" She pleaded, plunging a psychic knife into an older man's neck, blood splurting out across her face. Three more men came at her, each of them firing their machine guns constantly, the shells clattering against the floor. Emelia gasped, thrusting out her palms, pink energy forming into a large, thick shield in front of her. The bullets ricocheted off, hitting the shooters they came from.

At eleven years old, Emelia didn't really know the concept of death, that was more Klaus' area of expertise and she saw how sad it made him, even when he thought the others weren't looking. No, Emelia didn't understand it but she did know that she was afraid of it.

So she fought with vigor, but her young body tired quickly and she found her eyes drooping, the battle flashing before her sleepy self. Pushing on, Emelia forced herself to wake up, ethereal battle-axes flew through the air, phasing through her siblings to attack those in their damned blind spots.

"EIGHT! NOW!" Howled Luther again, the fury in his tone alone made Emelia shrink back in fright but she didn't have time. The girl was being attacked from all sides, everytime an enemy fall to the floor, stone dead, another two joined the bloody fray.

"Emelia do it now!" Allison shrieked, not unkindly, but rather exhausted.

Emelia's heart was beating at a million miles a minute, she could feel it thumping all over her body and she could've sworn if it beat any faster it would've jumped right out of her chest.

Three burley men came out of no where, each of them charging at Emelia but they appeared to be unarmed so she took her chance.

Panting excessively, Emelia brought her hands upto her chest, brought them close together and her fingers moved in complex fluidity as she fought to stay conscious to create what she wanted. Her eyes burned pink as she overexerted herself and she felt her lower lip tremble.

Number eight could feel her adrenaline dissipating and her energy dwindling as she threw her completed grenade into one of the mass shooters baricades. The capsule exploded in a giant burst of pink mist as it hit the floor and the sound of men screaming in their last moments, taking their last breaths filled the hot, sticky air. The grenade not only let out a wave energy but knives and other pointy weapons shot out from it too, ensuring those near it were killed, or at least incapacitated.

In a sick sort of amazement, the three man charging at Emelia stopped to witness their comrades death before continuing their charge much to her dismay.

She didn't have anything left in her, her mind was too tired to create anything and the pink glow dissapeared from her eyes as she became defenseless.

She couldn't even run, her legs wouldn't comply with her and so she remained stood still in that position even as one of the men ran her through with a knife.

Emelia's breath shuddered, she didn't scream but rather let out a heart-wrenching sob that caught Five's attention right away.

The short, skinny boy looked over right away and his emotionless mask betrayed him as he felt his eyes become glassy. He growled, spacial jumping to the three men and snapping their necks as easily as a pencil, before catching his twin who had fallen to her knees.

A knife stuck out of her stomach, blood pooling around it, her shirt, jumper and blazer quickly becoming soaked in the thick, red liquid.

"F-five." Emelia stuttered, her skin pale and her hands clutching at the knife, ready to rip it out.

Five took her hand away from the handle and instead held it tightly. "You can't, if you do you'll d-die." That was the first time Five had ever stuttered, the first time he'd been uncertain of what was to come.

Klaus cried freely as he tried to summon something, anything to spur the shootout along so he could go and be with his sister but his fear got the better of him and he was deemed useless.

Luther heard but paid little mind, Allison gasped and worked harder than ever. Diego hid is tears behind a tough exterior and Ben joined Klaus, sobbing freely as they faught for their lives and for Emelia's.

It wasn't long before the battle was over, four civilians lost their lives but they saved twenty-seven. A decent result but the academy knew they should've done better. Reginald Hargreeves chastised the six (Emelia being treated by Grace and Vanya sent to bed early) about their awful job and so sent them to bed without supper.

Few hours later, Emelia was awake and was alright overall, a little woozy and saddened by the thick scar that sat upon her stomach but she thanked her powers for allowing her to heal a little quicker than the average person.

Reginald visited her, deep into the night, the thunderstorm still raging on.

"Hi daddy," muttered Emelia, happy to see him but drowsy nonetheless.

"Number eight," he nodded, his voice strict and to the point. "You not only let me down today, you let down your brothers and sister." His face remained passive.

"I-i," stuttered Emelia, her face drooping and her eyebrows furrowing.

"You will be punished accordingly."

Reginald left the room while Emelia got herself dressed, hurrying as to not anger her father, aggravating her wound and causing it to bleed again.

"I'm ready," the girl called weakly.

Reginald re-entered the room again and grabbed his daughter by the arm, dragging her along behind him, her little legs having to run to keep up with his long strides.

"Ouch! You're huring me." Emelia gasped.

"Enough, be silent," he commanded, unbolting the front door and shoving her outside. Thunder crackled and rain seemed to gravitate towards the little girl. She was soaked to the bone within seconds.

"Daddy?" She questioned, a whimper escaping her lips as well as a tear from her eye.

"Perhaps you will learn to be of some use if you spend the night outside." With that, Reginald slammed the door and locked it again, readying himself for bed with a clear head.

Emelia sobbed, her head pressed against the front door.

"Daddy let me in," she cried and cried, sobbing so hard she could hardly breath. "Please." She whispered.

Thunder boomed out from the blackened heavens and rain slashed down hard as stone and sharp as a blade right onto Emelia's soft skin. The air was dense, thick with disgusting humidity, Emelia felt suffocated even in the great outdoors. Lightning forked down from the cloudy sky, leaving burn marks against the drenched floor, only inches in front of Emelia.

"Let me in, daddy, daddy please let me in." She banged on the front doors, her face red and her wound sore. "I'm frightened."

Her screams of terror plagued her brothers and sisters well into the night, the constant fear of being struck remained at the fore-front of her mind. She wasn't the same for weeks when she came back into mansion, she was jumpy, afraid and weak. She was everything that made Reginald despise her very presence.

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Klaus had guided Emelia through their childhood home, zipping up the coat he'd found for her as the cold air wipped around their bodies coming in from the broken windows.

Klaus had his arms wrapped tightly around his sister as she shivered, reliving her time spent outside in that initial storm and every single one afterwards.

Number four and number eight reunited with their other confused siblings, each of them shocked and nervous. Unsure of themselves.

Diego kicked open the double doors near the entrance by Ben's memoriam statue. He was quickly followed by Vanya, Luther and Allison, their curiosity getting the better of them - desperate to find out what the disruption was.

Emelia shook, her entire body was quivering and she wouldn't lift her eyes from the ground.

"Em, Emmy, hey," Klaus got her attention and forced her to look up at him gently. "It's okay, do you wanna stay in here?" He asked, rubbing her arms to keep the cold away from her.

Emelia's eyes widened and she shook her head frantically. "N-no, I don't wa-want to be alone," she stumbled over every letter, reminding herself of Diego's stutter in his younger years.

"I can stay with you," Klaus offered, nodding gently to nobody, Emelia assumed Ben was nearby.

The youngest Hargeeves shook her head again, squared her shoulders and marched outside (not before gripping her brothers hand tightly) feeling fear freeze up inside of her.

The sky was black, frightening even, in its infinite darkness, thunder still rolled through the clouds but the lightening seemed to have dissapeared. Instead, in the middle of their garden was a large, pool of pulsing blue energy. It rested, floating well above the ground, the blue waves coming from the centre becoming more transparent the further it got away from the middle.

Klaus untangled their hands, whispering to her that he'd be quick and bolted away into the house. Emelia nodded wrapping her arms around herself, cold as her skirt flapped around her legs.

"What is it?" Queried Vanya, her usually timid voice yelling to be heard above the crackling of energy.

Allison threw her arm out in front of her ordinary sister. "Don't get too close."

"Yeah no shit." Retorted Diego, his hands resting on his knife holsters, aware they wouldn't do much but comforting him nonetheless.

"It looks like some sort of temporal anomaly." Spluttered Luther, and Emelia wasn't quite sure if he actually knew what he was talking about. "Either that or a miniature black hole. One of the two," the eldest finalised as the youngest concluded, no, he didn't have any idea.

"Pretty big difference there Paul Bunyan," snarked Diego, side-eyeing Luther to see if he'd gauged a reaction from the over-sized man.

"Out of the way!" Bellowed Klaus as he came sprinting back from the house, a scarlet fire extinguisher clutched in two hands. He jumped in front of the portal, Emelia gasping, and sprayed the extinguisher into it. Nothing happened, so he shrugged and threw the entire canister in there, much to his surprise it made no difference.

"What the hell was that gonna do?" Asked Allison, exasperated beyond belief.

"I don't know, do you have a better idea?" Klaus defended, retaking his comforting position with Emelia, who hadn't spoken a word, not even to make a snarky comment at Luther. He was worried, Ben was too as they shared looks of concern.

Suddenly energy began to crackle more feircly around the portal, every light shade of blue flashing into the siblings view. They stood, waiting for a monster to kill, a demon to vanquish but nothing came, and agitation began to settle in their stomachs.

"Everyone get behind me," ordered Luther.

"Yeah, get behind us," Diego copied, ushering his siblings behind him.

The very heart of the energy portal was suddenly obstructed from view as (in the same blue hue) an elderly man's face came into the frame. There appeared to be a man and a woman in the background or perhaps that was Emelia's mind playing tricks on her as her concentration was stolen by the screaming man.

Klaus saw the man and immediately wanted to leave. "I vote for running, come on!" He tugged Emelia but she was entranced by the man in the portal. His image was ever changing, an older man, a child, a teenager but they were all the same face. One she knew so well.

The figure's mouth was open in a pained scream, their arms flailing by their heads before it dropped.

The pulsing portal dissipated, daylight was restored and the autumn leaves settled back against the soggy ground.

The figure remained as a young, teenage boy wearing a suit around three sizes too big for him. He was face down in the dirt, groaning before pulling himself up, confusion on his face clear as day.

"Does anyone else see little number Five or is that just me?" Asked Klaus, tentatively, patting Emelia's head.

"Shit," snarled the teenager, Five.

Emelia sniffled, mouth open, eyes wide and her knees weak.

Five felt his eyes soften without his concent as he found his twin amongst his family.

"Sorry," he offered.

She choked on a sob, "for wh-what."

"The storm, although in all fairness I didn't know that was going to happen," he said matter-of-factly as though he hadn't just reappeared after over fifteen years.

Emelia let go of Klaus and ran to her brother in a short sprint, even in his thirteen year old body, he was only an inch shorter than her and he caught her midway in the embrace.

Wet tears trickled down his neck as Emelia cried into him, her entire body shaking with excitement, love, fear - anything and everything. All she knew is that she was feeling.

Five's arms were wrapped around her waist, debating with himself on what to do in the situation but he shook his head, there was going to be no more thinking like he worked for the commission. He returned her hug with the force of an army, his first piece of human contact in over forty years in which he had been the only human after the apocalypse. Five melted into his younger twins tight embrace, allowing himself to finally feel safe and at rest for the first time in so long. He could still feel Emelia sniffling on his shoulder and he felt his own tears sting at his eyes, he'd missed his partner in crime.

The other Hargreeves watched the two, revelling in the reunion that they likely both had been awaiting since the day Five disappeared.

"I m-missed y-you," weeped Emelia, pulling away from the hug and wiping her tears away with the sleeve of Klaus' coat.

"I know." Said Five, giving a small chuckle. "I bet I missed you more."

Emelia wiped away his tears too. For the first time since his dissapearence, the two felt peace, real peace.

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