Klaus remembers the day Five was ripped apart.
It was coming to the end of a week-long punishment that Five had practically begged for by yelling at the dinner table and making a run for it.
Maybe he would have gotten away and had a chance at life if Mom hadn’t caught him and snapped a collar around his neck that shocked him every time he tried to teleport stopping himself before the blue was able to form around his hands.
Five dropped to the floor panting as their father came over to him and delivered a swift hit from his cane across the cheek “as my other attempts at punishing you have clearly been ineffective for the next month you shall do without your powers.”
At first, Klaus was jealous.
Not only were Five powers the best begin with now he got a break from training too?! How was this fair?!
It seemed the other siblings felt the same as they continued to eat while Five pulled himself up and stumbled back to his room moving up the stairs like a kicked dog.
Only Vanya went to check on him that night, the others pretended they didn’t hear the crying.
The first day didn’t seem so bad.
Sure Five was sporting a nasty bruise on his cheek but he only had to take part in group training and after that was allowed to go study or some shit while Klaus was given his private time slot to suffer even more.
He couldn’t help but shove him to the side as they crossed paths in the hall only feeling a little bad when on instinct Five tried to teleport away and ended up on his knees gasping in pain.
It seemed like everyone had decided Five deserved more punishment as come meal time his cutlery was dulled, his chair had a tack on it, his juice was taken and whenever Reginald wasn’t looking someone would steal some of his food.
Whenever Five tried to do anything about it Luther would tip him off his chair knowing that would make him try to teleport and end with him being shocked.
By the second day it had almost become a twisted game.
Anyone who got Fives extra training particularly seemed to enjoy getting him shocked, after all by then the collar didn’t even seem to hurt him much.
At the end of the third day Klaus was woken up by someone in the bathroom throwing up. He decided to investigate just in case it was Ben.
He was greeted with the sight of a very pale Five flushing the toilet and wiping his mouth.
“You ok?” Klaus asked softly.
“You care?” Five responded groaning slightly as he put a hand on his stomach “I think somethings wrong with me”
Klaus rolled his eyes “Yeah I could of told you that… do you think you’ve got the flu?” He asked taking a step back.
Five shrugged “I don’t know. If this lasts any longer I’ll talk to mom.”
“Lucky you’re not doing your personal training then” Klaus huffed bitterly “do you know I got yours today, it was hell so thanks for that.”
Five narrowed his eyes for a moment “what is your training anyway?”
That caught Klaus off guard. No one asked that it wasn’t like they weren’t supposed to talk about it… just no one did.
“Dad locks me in a graveyard so I stop being scared of ghosts. You?”
Klaus was expecting something easy. After all what kind of training could you even do for teleporting?
“I guess he wants me to be able to use my powers when I’m scared too” Five finally said.
“Yeah but what does he do?” Klaus tapped his foot impatiently”
“It changes every time. He liked burying me alive for a while but when I figured out how to teleport without moving he switched things up with basic forms of torture. Before the… dinner incident it was waterboarding.”
The information hung heavily in the air.
Klaus had no idea that… Five was being tortured for hours daily and not even letting slip what he was going through.
Suddenly trying to run off to a different time made a lot more sense.
Klaus didn’t know what to say. He just stood there so long that Five took it as a sign to leave.
He stepped out back to his room just give Klaus a slipping glimpse of the harsh red burn around his neck.
Five wasn’t at breakfast the next day.
That seemed to be enough to end the teasing from the others and replace it with worry.
The last time Five hadn’t been present was after a mission and he got shot in the gut and needed to spend a few days recovering.
When Mom made an appearance she was quickly hounded with questions from her children.
“Where’s Five?!” Came out the front runner and therefore was answered first.
“Your brother is going to be spending the day in the infirmary. He should be fine but has got a fever so do not disturb him.” She smiled as she returned to making pancakes.
Guilt made its home in the sibling’s guts.
Getting shocked over and over again as well as having your food taken could make anyone sick let alone someone as skinny as Five was.
Klaus felt particularly bad because he knew something was up but still let him go to bed to suffer alone all night.
Maybe that was why he snuck down to see him while Reginald was distracted with Allison rumouring Luther into thinking he was an alien.
He snuck down keeping an eye out for both mom and Pogo letting out a sigh of relief when he finally got down and saw Five lying on the bed.
Is usually pale face was flushed red and his breathing was a little more laboured then it should be.
“Five?” Klaus asked quietly trying not to look at the needles hungrily.
They likely didn’t have anything that would make the background screaming go away and if his hunch was right, we’re just filled with antibiotics for the burn on Fives neck.
There of course was no answer and Klaus sighed.
Of course, if he’s sick he wouldn’t be awake to chat.
He really only came here to see he was ok and well… he looked a lot worse than he did last night.
He shifted awkwardly “I wanted to say sorry for how I treated you this last couple of days. What dads doing already sucks and we shouldn’t have made it worse. I hope you get better soon Vanya’s gonna be sad if you can’t listen to her play.”
With nothing else to say Klaus awkwardly stepped out of the room.
He assumed he hadn’t been caught but considering the next day when he went to check in on Five again, he found the door locked someone must have seen him.
Klaus decided to just wait until Five was better to talk to him and apologise properly… and maybe talk to him about private training again.
He wanted to help his brother and maybe be helped in return.
It couldn’t hurt to have a teleporter on your side when you’re locked in a hellish place surrounded by screaming angry ghosts.
It happened at 4 am exactly.
Everyone but Klaus was fast asleep so they didn’t see the start of it.
He was staring out the window doing his best to ignore the crying woman on his bed when a familiar flash of blue appeared outside.
At first, he assumed Five got the collar off and was testing out his powers.
Then Dad, Pogo and Mom all ran outside and started yelling.
The really weird thing was that the blue glow around Five that normally dissipated in less than a second was still there.
Almost like when Ben let out the horror a blue glow came from his chest.
Five screaming was what made Klaus run down to the garden though quickly followed by the others.
For once Reginald was too distracted to notice his children breaking the rules and was instead yelling over the harsh wind and screams “the power levels have grown too high for his body to contain them any longer. I believed number Five may have use as a battery but I underestimated how fast the charge would build.”
As he spoke the glow in Fives chest seemed to crack outwards splintering out until it covered his entire body and his eyes glowed blue.
“Sir how do we help him?” Lither asked as though he could just strong arm Five into being ok.
“I’m afraid number Five is in reachable now. Return to the house at once.” He snapped but Klaus wasn’t going to have that.
He wasn’t sure what exactly he was thinking as he ran over and grabbed Five my shoulders his hands burning from the heat coming off him.
“FIVE! Please, can you hear me?”
Five slowly nodded tears streaming down his face “it hurts… so bad”
His voice was distant like it was being carried away to some distant land.
“I know! You’ll be ok! I promise you’re going to be fi-“
Klaus never got to finish that sentence because Five began to crumble away into a shower of blue sparks.
He did the only thing he could and pull Five into a hug right as his body dissolved into nothingness.
Klaus was left kneeling clutching the air in shock.
He could hear his siblings screams and cries behind him but he didn’t care.
Five was gone.
He frantically began looking around for Five to appear as one of the many ghosts.
Getting more and more frustrated.
“You won’t find him number Four. While number Five is gone he is likely not dead in the same sense you are accustomed to. He has been erased from existence in a way.”
The news was like a punch to the gut.
Their brother was gone.. as good as dead and Reginald didn’t even care.
Klaus was, of course, punished the next day. They all were.
But it seemed like no matter what they went through the pain of having Five torn from their lives like that was worse than anything their father could throw at them.
They grew closer in their grief and guilt. Even Vanya was included.
Ben dying was really what forced them all to move out and go their separate ways.
Being together to be picked off one at a time just hurt too much…
Klaus lost touch with the others but was content with drugs and being followed around by Ben forever.
That is until a blue sparkle caught the corner of his eye and every familiar scream lit up the night.