The dawn cast a pale light across the mansion, washing the rooms with a cold, steady glow. Outside, the city was waking, unaware of the storm brewing in its heart—a storm born not of weather but of time itself, of fractured destinies colliding.
Inside, the siblings moved with a shared purpose that had been missing for too long. Zero felt the weight of their gaze as he prepared the final elements of their plan, the quiet hum of his powers thrumming beneath his skin.
(This is the moment. Everything hinges on it.)
The Commission had been closing in relentlessly, their agents striking like shadows in the night. Their goal was simple: erase the Hargreeves family, wipe the timeline clean of the anomalies that threatened their control.
But the siblings would not go quietly.
Five had pinpointed the Commission's local headquarters—a heavily fortified compound guarded by time agents with weapons capable of severing the very threads of existence.
Zero took a deep breath, stretching his senses into the flow of time. His power to slow and even stop time for brief periods was vital, but this mission demanded precision, coordination, and sacrifice.
As the team prepared, Zero stepped aside for a moment, closing his eyes and reaching out with his mind.
(Time, bend to my will. Let me see the path forward.)
Visions flooded his mind—flashes of the compound's layout, patrol patterns, the faintest tremors of the Commission's timeline manipulations.
He opened his eyes, determination sharpening his features.
"We go in fast and coordinated," he said. "I'll use my time stop to create openings—seconds where we can move without risk. But I can only hold it for one day, once."
Five nodded, checking his weapons. "We make every second count."
The approach was tense. The siblings moved like ghosts, shadows slipping through the guarded perimeter. Zero's power rippled silently beneath the surface, ready to stop time at the critical moment.
They reached the compound's outer walls, where the first wave of agents appeared. Zero's heart pounded.
(Now.)
With a subtle gesture, time slowed and then halted—everything frozen except for him and his family.
They slipped past the frozen guards, moving swiftly to the entrance. The rush of halted moments made the world feel weightless, surreal.
Then, time snapped back.
Chaos erupted.
Gunfire echoed as the Commission's agents scrambled, but the siblings fought with fierce precision. Diego's blades flashed, Luther's strength shattered obstacles, Allison's words bent minds, Klaus's unpredictable powers sowed confusion, and Vanya's controlled force carved through barriers.
Zero stayed at the center, wielding his time control to freeze incoming threats, giving his siblings the edge.
But the cost was immediate. The strain of holding time still gnawed at him, each second heavier than the last.
They reached the control room, where the Handler waited—a cold smile twisting her lips.
"So predictable," she sneered. "You think you can defy time?"
Zero stepped forward, eyes blazing.
"Time is not a chain to bind us. It's a thread we weave."
With a pulse of power, he stopped time once more, long enough to dismantle her plans and disable the Commission's control systems.
When time flowed again, the Handler was powerless, and the agents disoriented.
The mission was a success, but the victory was bittersweet.
Zero collapsed afterward, drained beyond measure.
His siblings gathered around, silent but supportive.
Five broke the quiet. "You saved us."
Zero shook his head weakly. "We saved each other."
As the sun rose higher, casting light on a world still fragile but hopeful, Zero looked at his family—not just as numbers, but as brothers and sisters bound by more than time.
(Time is our bond. And together, we will shape the future.)