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Five wakes up with a start, eyes shooting open, heart wildly hitting against his chest, body tense, ready for a fight.
He doesn't remember falling asleep. But he does remember-
Blood coating his hands, his face, his hair. There's a presence in his mind, something foreign, something powerful, something terrifying. And he can't control himself, his body doesn't belong to him, he takes a step without meaning to, his hands move on their own volition.
And his siblings, his stupid stupid siblings are standing there, trying to talk to him, to avoid the fight, their eyes wide but intentions clear. And he wants to scream, to yell at them to move, to flee, to fight. His lips don't move.
Kill me, he thinks, pleads and he actually means it, he wants it. Kill me before I kill you.
He doesn't remember much after that, his memories a blur of movement and unadulterated fear.
Fear that grips him anew now, because he can't remember what happened.
Are his siblings alright? Did he hurt them? Did he kill them?
He stands up on shaky legs, his whole body trembling from exertion, adrenaline and fear. He ignores it. He needs to find them, needs to help them, make sure they're alright.
They need to be alright.
They have to be.
The door opens before he can take more than two shaky steps and he comes face to face with Viktor. He looks tired, beaten, a dark bruise blooming under his left eye, a ragged cut on his chin.
But he's alive. Undoubtedly, blessedly alive and the others are standing behind him, and Five can finally breathe again.