Your life wasn't so shitty before Five came into your life. Well, he's always been in your life. Since your father raised you together for superhero and apocalypse bullshit, Five was your supposed half brother. The others were technically like that too, but no one really felt that way; after all, you were dating Diego and Allison was with Luther. Oh yes, your relationship with Diego only and only bothered Five. He has never spared you his sarcastic eyes and words. This often caused him to have arguments with Diego, which often ended in a fight. It was an obvious fact that Five wanted you; he didn't even try to hide it.

Diego was so insistent on you being with him all the time. He didn't want to see you next to that 'sneaky little piece of shit'. He was right about that, though, because Five was looking for an opportunity to use his powers to his advantage and catch you alone.

Five wasn't shy about holding your hand when you were alone with him or squeezing you between him and the wall. He whispered his fantasies in your ear and talked about how much he wanted you, or said that 'fuckface' didn't deserve to smell your delicate skin. Thanks to your powers, it didn't take you long to push him back, but until you did, he always had enough time to feel your body with his yearning hands or bury his hungry mouth on your neck.

No matter how much he harassed you, you didn't want Diego to find out about this. The last time you were trapped alone in the shower, Diego walked inside before Five could even take a step, and when he saw Five there, he went batshit. It was such a terrible fight that it was a miracle they were both alive. You didn't want the same thing to happen, so you remained quiet. When Diego asked you if he was trying something funny, you just shook your head.

Five has taken advantage of your silence more and more every day. Diego gave you more alone time, and Five 'visited' you more often. There was no use in making a bargain with him. Your 'Leave me alone' or 'You have no right to do this!' rebellion had no meaning. Because he 'deserved' you.

"I deserve you." He gripped your arm tightly, refusing to let you go.

"I deserve you." He pulled you by your hair and devoured your lips.

"I deserve you." He pressed your chest against a wall, sliding his hand in under your skirt.

He was insane.

You realized that staying silent would only torment you more, but all that silence caused him to be even more attached to you. He wanted to see you more; he couldn't wait. To touch you more, to kiss you more, to hold you more...

It was time to confess everything to Diego. You decided to call your boyfriend first, but he didn't answer. He had been so busy these days; he didn't have time to pick up your phones, and you didn't even have time to see each other much. This was a pretty scary situation for you, since Five had plenty of time to harass you. Even if he was busy himself, he went out of his way to lay his hands on you every single day. You thought about waiting to tell Diego face-to-face, but you had no idea when the soonest time would be, and you couldn't wait any longer. You texted him, hoping he'd see it.

"Diego, please answer. We need to talk."

"I'm scared, Diego. Please text me back. I have to tell you something."

"I lied to you. I haven't been honest with you. It's about Five. Please call me back."

It's been one week already, but you never got any reply. Moreover, it was the first time you hadn't heard from him for so long. For a moment, you thought he was quite mad at you for lying. But Diego, you knew, would call back as soon as he found out you were harassed by Five. He would have already taken you in his arms, locked you somewhere safe, and stormed out to kill Five. Something was off.

You decided to go to that mansion where you all once lived together. Maybe one of your siblings knew where he was. You didn't know if they'd be there, though. You tried calling them too, but they didn't answer. You had to go there. It was dangerous for you to be outside your house. Damn, even your own house wasn't safe enough. But Five has also been missing for the last week. They were probably on the same mission; at least that was what you hoped.

Arriving there, you took a deep breath. That was it, you had to see them after a long time. You weren't really that close with your siblings, maybe because you weren't related by blood. But you still wanted to spend time with them deep inside. It was going to be an awkward meeting.

You entered the house, the door wasn't locked. You had your old keys with you, just in case, but you thought you'd have to knock the door.

"Hello?" You said, not so confident. You felt like you weren't supposed to be there. No one answered.

"Hello?" You took small steps. "Grace?"

Weird, you thought. After searching everywhere, it was time to go to your old bedrooms. You didn't think you were ready for this, but your legs took you as if you were moving to the inevitable ending just like in those horror movies. You didn't want to go there, you wanted to get out of the house, but you walked anyway. Your heart ached, your breathing became heavy, but you kept walking. There was no sound, no voice. But you kept walking.

"Diego?" You whispered. Why did you whisper? It wasn't like there was an enemy waiting for you there, right? But why did you feel like you fell into a trap?

"Diego?" Your voice trembled. The doors were all open. Except for one. Five's room.

You checked all the open ones, slightly leaning forward. You breathed out all the air you were holding all this time, which you didn't even realize. There was no one in sight, obviously. Then you stopped when it was time to check Five's room. Your hand went to the door handle and waited there without touching it. First, you put your ear against the door and listened. No sound. When your hand finally grasped the door handle, you slowly turned it and opened the door with a little creak. You looked from the corner of your eye, hiding behind the door. There didn't seem to be anyone there. Taking strength from this, you opened the door more so that you could see inside better. The room was perfectly tidy. That's when you noticed that bright object shining on the floor. What the hell was that? Was that—was that a knife?

No, it couldn't be. It looked like the ones Diego always carried with him.

You walked toward the knife. Entering Five's bedroom made you feel sick, even if it was his childhood bedroom. You felt trapped, completely exposed. So, you quickly knelt and took the knife. It seemed clean, but what in the hell was it in Five's old room? Was it always here? It made no sense.

You got up and turned around to leave the room, but...

"Five?"

"My love."

He closed the door behind him. And he locked it. Where did he get the lock?

"Five... What's going on?" You were visibly panicked, although you tried to stay calm. Damn, your panic was hearable through your voice, too. You knew it made him feel like he was the one who was in control of the situation, which wasn't a lie.

"Don't be scared." He took a step forward. Oh, I'm totally not scared at all.

"What are you doing here?" You didn't step back, even though you wanted to. He stared at your face for a while, didn't say anything. His eyes roamed on your face, just on your face. His eyes resting on your eyes, your cheeks, your lips... You patiently waited for him to say something.

He took another step. "I love you."

Oh, God. Not happening. You took a step back. "No, you don't."

"Yes, I do." He came closer. He had this weird smile on his fucking face that—you couldn't stand it.

"No, you don't."

"I would die for you." And with the last step, he closed the distance between you two and pushed you to the bed behind you. You stood on your elbows and looked at the man standing in front of you. "No, you wouldn't!" You didn't try to hide your emotions. You were panicked and scared. That was the truth, and he already knew it. Although you still didn't want to give him the pleasure of seeing your reactions.

"Yes, I would. Fuck, I would take all the fucking bullets and knives for you." He quickly got on top of you, capturing you between his arms. You fell on your back when his face was just millimeters away from yours.

"Stop! Get off me!" You tried to push him, one of your hands holding the... knife. You had no choice. You placed the knife on his chest, pressing. His blood painted his cloth a little. "Fuck off, Five."

He didn't look at the knife; he didn't even flinch. His eyes were on you, smiling like a maniac. "Kill me."

Your mouth was wide open with shock and disgust. Your whole face was sour, beyond any doubt. He was the true definition of a maniac.

"You can't." He leaned forward, ignoring his life, and kissed your cheek. Then he whispered in your ear. "But I can. I would kill for you."

You put the knife down; instead, you pushed him as strong as you could. He was right; you couldn't kill him. You just... couldn't. He was still your stepbrother. He sexually assaulted you all the time, but you were still unable to bring yourself to do this.

"No, you wouldn't! Stop, let go!" You screamed, and then your tears were rolling down your cheeks. You didn't want to cry, but here you were. Giving him one of the best pleasures he could have.

"Yes, I would." He kissed your tears away. He patted your hair, happy to capture you. "Don't be afraid. You're mine now."

You screamed and tried to throw kicks under him. But he had a very strong build. He's grown into a very muscular man, but you maintained your fragility. If there was one fact about you, it was that you were physically too vulnerable. Your powers weren't so strong either; your emotions affected them a lot, so you couldn't fight him.

"No, you..." are insane, you wanted to say. You don't own me. Turning your face, you shut your eyes and prayed for this moment to end. But he grabbed your cheeks and forced you to look at him. You wanted to wipe that smile off his face.

And at that moment, you noticed the fresh blood on his forehead hiding behind his long hair. You did not do this. Which meaned... You kept telling yourself that Five was an aggressive guy and that it probably had something to do with his mission, but your heart didn't believe it. The only thought that came to your mind was your boyfriend.

"Finally." He let out a small laugh, like an insane person would. "Finally."

"Where's Diego?" He seemed strangely calm, if you put aside his madness. Seemed delighted and accomplished.

"Five, where's Diego?" You asked with your panic-washed voice. Your wide-open eyes were focused on him, hoping that he would say something that would comfort you.

"I fucking killed him."

...

"What?"

You gasped.

No... no... no... This was not happening. This was not real.

"You heard it right. I sliced his fucking neck with his cheap little knife."

He was so proud of himself.

You collapsed in sobs, barely putting two words together. "Monster!"

He placed your wrists on your sides. You turned your head when he leaned in to kiss you, but he still placed his lips all over your face. He was trying to fake-comfort you. Your cheek, your forehead, your nose, your chin, the corner of your lip... He kissed wherever he could reach.

"I can't breathe without you. You're my goddamn oxygen."

You cried for help as loud as you could. You hoped someone would hear you and save you from him. Where were your siblings? Where was your father? Where was your robot mom?