Memory Telepath

Chapter 8

“Well, we can’t go back to the house.” Luther started, as they walked to a narrow turn from the road, right behind tall buildings. “It’s not secure. Those psychopaths could come back at any moment.” He continued, still carrying Five who remained clutching tight to Dolores.

“My place is closer. No one will look for him there.” Diego said, walking a few steps ahead.

Yura cringed when Five belched, shaking her head as she looked at his drunk ass.

“If you vomit on me…” Luther stated warningly, stopping on his tracks and looking down at Five.

“You know what’s funny?” Five muttered, tilting his head back with a large stupid grin on his face as Luther starts walking again. “Aah! I’m going through puberty. Huh. Twice.” He continued, scoffing, chuckling, and mumbling all at the same time. “And I… I drank that whole bottle, didn’t I?” he finished, caressing the back of Dolores the whole time.

Yura holds the urge to smack the mannequin away, and hits Five square in the face to wake him up.

“That’s what you do when the world you love goes bye-bye. Poof, it’s gone. What are you guys talking about?” He added, making small actions with his hand, to which Yura remembered the vision of memories she had the day prior when she was helping him sew the wound on his arm.

“Two masked intruders attacked the Academy last night.” Luther replied, sighing.

“They came looking for you. So, I need you to focus. What do they want?” Diego chimed in, urgent.

“Hazel and Cha-Cha.” Five mumbled, barely audible.

“Who?” Diego asked.

“You know, I hate code names.” Luther added, making Yura roll her eyes upon remembering what he said hours ago when he was bumping with Diego trying to get in first to the van. ‘I’m One.’

“Ah, the best of the best. Except for me, of course.” Five mumbled again, slurring.

“The best of what?” Luther exclaimed, getting annoyed.

“You know, Dolores always said she hated when I drink. She said it made me surly-”

“Hey!” Diego shouted, stopping on his tracks and turning around to face him.

“Hm. Yeah?”

“I need you to focus. What do this  Hazel and Cha-Cha want?” Diego asked, making sure every word is clear, to which Five only smiled widely at, drunk and unhinged. “We just wanna protect you.” He added, trying to make the latter talk.

“Protect me… I don’t need our protection, Diego. Do you have any idea how many people I’ve killed? No. I’m the four frickin’ Horsemen! The apocalypse is coming.” Five retorted, belching forward, before turning to his right and puking right at Luther’s side.

Yura groans, disgusted and annoyed, holding in her laughter upon noticing Luther’s rigid body. Diego could only just roll his eyes.

It didn’t take that long for them to arrive in a spacious boxing gym, where men littered the whole place. Either sparring against a boxing bag or with each other.

There were even two guys sparring right inside the ring.

A few turn to their directions as the three of them walk past with Five past out on Luther’s arms. One particular guy, short and stout, wearing a beanie, met Diego’s eyes and just shook his head, turning his back on them and looking back at the ring.