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The Umbrella Academy: Firecracker - The Swedish Job (13/30)

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warnings: blood, burning, guns, violence

word count: 3186

Nailah and Five hauled Diego up the stairs and placed him on Elliott's bed. Lila stood in the doorframe, first-aid kit ready in hands.

"Why are you not carrying him?", Five asked annoyed.

Nailah threw him a venomous glance: "I am he's just twice as heavy as you!"

"Okay you two. Out. I'm gonna take care of him and now and you two can either get some sleep or not. Just don't talk to each other when I'm near. I need to concentrate.", Lila ushered both out of the room.

"I'm gonna change.", Nailah muttered and grabbed her bag to disappear.

"Good, 'cause you look really bad.", Five hissed at her.

"Fuck you, Five."

"Right, back at you, Firecracker.", Five smiled.

Nailah shot a rather big ball of fire towards his head which Five barely evaded by ducking. The ball left a black burn-mark on Elliott's wall.

"Hey! What did I just say? No talking when I can hear you!", Lila shouted from the bedroom.

Nailah disappeared in the bathroom and Five began playing with Elliott's equipment, modifying its sensibility for sound waves.

After cleaning the wound Lila pinched it with tweezers and burned the flesh to close it up. The pain went soaring through Diego's body and he opened his eyes screaming in agony.

"Shh, don't move. This thing is very finicky.", Lila instructed.

"What happened?", Diego asked heavily panting.

"Dad nearly killed you.", Nailah said walking into the room with a red silk cap over her curls.

"And I just saved your stupid life. That's twice now, by the way. A little gratitude would be appropriate.", Lila added.

"Where are my clothes? What the hell happened to my clothes?", Diego began moving frantically on the sofa as soon as he realised he was naked besides the towel coverings crotch.

"I said, don't move!", Lila scolded him and pressed the hot gun against his wound again. Diego fell back limp in pain.

"There, that's better."

"Oh, he isn't dead.", Five stated leaning on the door frame.

Nailah plopped down on the carpet with a book. on conspiracies she had found in the cabinet and eyed Five, clearly holding back a. comment on his living state.

"Disappointed?", Lila asked.

"To see you? Always.", Five smiled fakely and grabbed a tissue soaked in alcohol.

"So much hostility in such a young boy.", Lila sighed.

"It would be in a tiny package if it wasn't for me.", Nailah added not looking up from the book.

"Did you cut yourself shaving?", Lila asked seeing Five press the tissue on the scratches on his neck. "I could teach you to shave like a big boy."

Nailah chuckled glancing up from the book. "No, he just ran into an old family friend. It seems everyone has some hard feelings towards him that can only be calmed through violence.", she explained.

Five shot her a warning glance: "If it hadn't been for me your pretty face would now be in shreds, so I think a little thank you would be nice."

"My face would still be perfect just as it is now because I do not piss off everyone wherever I go."

"That may be because there is no one left wherever you go.", Five shot back, examining the blood on the tissue.

Nailah scoffed: "Don't you dare lecture me, Five. I will burn you alive."

Before either of them could say anything else or Lila could intervene, Elliott's snoring interrupted their train of thought.

"You didn't untie him?", Five asked surprised.

Lila shrugged: ��"Was I supposed to?"

Vanya was driving down the empty road. She was alone in the car but she wasn't scared. It wasn't the first time she had driven down that road after sundown.

The thing that was weird, however, was the milk truck that was parked in the middle of the road. A man in milk man attire was standing and waving at her to stop.

With a suspicious feeling spreading in her stomach, Vanya stopped the car.

The man approached her car and as soon as he saw her face he smiled. He put a hand behind his back and came even closer. Vanya's breathing quickened. Her head jerked to the side having seen two figure out of the corner of her eyes. Without hesitation she pressed the. gas pedal and drove away. The three men began shooting at her car, breaking the back window.

Vanya ducked and didn't pay attention to the road anymore which caused her to crash the car.

Panicked, she left the car and ran into a nearby cornfield hoping the tall plants would give her cover. The men didn't hesitate and soon followed her.

Panting Vanya stopped running, scared she would make too much noise and attract the men right to her. She heard a rustling nearby and began running again.

The men began surrounding her, shooting all of their ammunition at her. Crawling on the ground, Vanya tried to escape.

Gasping she came face to face with one of the attackers. He didn't hesitate to pull the trigger but instead of reaching Vanya the bullet was met by an invisible force that not only shattered it to pieces but send the attackers flying backwards. Vanya ran as fast and far as she could before she crouched down again listening if the shooters were still hunting her.

At Elliott's apartment the equipment had sensed a chance in sound waves. The alarm woke Nailah up and both her and Five asked Elliott where the signal was coming from. Nailah went to get dressed while Five didn't wait for her and just blitzed to the car and drove to the sight.

At sunrise Vanya was still squatting in the corn field, her heart racing just as fast as a few hour prior.

"Hi, Vanya.", Five appeared greeting her nonchalantly. Vanya looked at him confused.

"Who are you?", she asked.

"I'm your brother."

"I have a brother?"

"Look, you can either stay here and wait for the IKEA mafia to come back and kill you or you can come with me.", Five announced walking back to the car.

"Why are they trying to kill me?", Vanya asked following him.

"'Cause you're not supposed to be here, Vanya."

"In Dallas?"

"No, here in 1963."

Vanya and Five came across a perfectly round explosion site within the corn field.

Five hummed: "Pretty wild, huh? It's good to see your powers are still intact. Let's go."

Five and Vanya went in the car and drove to the nearest diner and Five explained how the world was ending again in 8 days. However, he left out the fact that Vanya was the cause for the old one.

Nailah didn't expect Five to wait for her so now she was driving in a stolen car alone towards where the sound wave had originated. She came across a huge circle full of blown away corn plants.

The impact of the blast screamed of Vanya.

Nailah went back to the road and retraced the car that was stuck on the side of the road. Not far from it an incredible amount of empty bullets were scattered around. Nailah picked up one and pushed in into the pocket of her jeans. She examined the road and spotted tire marks leading towards the highway stop not far from there.

Nailah quickly drove towards it. In the parking lot she examined all the cars but. only the milk truck fitted the tire constellation she had seen. Besides, in the truck doors were exiting bullet holes that fit the one she had taken with her.

Carefully Nailah went inside the bar. Besides the barkeeper only three men were sitting in the back, clearly recovering from something. They didn't seem badly wounded but definitely struck. One of them was wearing a blood-speckled milk-man outfit.

Slowly Nailah approached them. As soon as they spotted her, all of them stood up from the table. Nailah scanned them. She didn't see any weapons.

One of them pulled out a knife from his belt.

"I wouldn't have done that.", she warned.

Without leaving her any time to think all three attacked her at once. Nailah had never been this grateful for having worked as an assassin for this long than she was in that moment.

Swiftly she kicked one in the stomach and using the swing she immediately send the other one flying backwards. The third one, with the knife, was trickier. Nailah ducked and evaded each stab he threw at her. She managed to land one single punch in the guy's side but to. her shock he only groaned not buckling even a slightest bit.

"Shit.", she panted.

The first man pulled on her ponytail, clearly trying to provide the third one with a clean route to stab her to death. He pinned her arms behind her but as the third one raised his arm for a stab, Nailah used his body to climb upwards and flip on the other side, pulling the first man, who was holding her, with her. She slammed his body into the floor using the impact she had from the flip. When he still didn't let go of her arms she send a fire wave through her hands. The man let her go hissing at the burns on his arms.

The second and the first man were now both standing with their knives pointed at her. Nailah looked from one to the other painting heavily. The second attacked. Nailah dodged it kicking him in the stomach. The first one immediately followed. Nailah twisted his arm and used the dagger to slash his side open, blood spilling all over her shirt. The second and the third now attacked her simultaneously forcing her to drop the knife and the man and block their attacks.

Nailah was clearly exhausted and when the second man managed to land a deep cut on her thigh she knew there was no use to keep fighting. They were too many, too strong and definitely too skilled. She had to end them. She kicked the third one again in the stomach and tried to concentrate to summon her powers in a final blow. However, the men were too fast. She had to keep her concentration on their attacks.

Nailah cursed again. She managed to twist her body and slash the second man in the back. The blood sputtered in her face. She saw the opportunity and threw a weak spark towards the coat of the first man. The coat caught a small fire and during the second all of them tried to extinguish it Nailah ran to the door and towards her car.

She didn't look back as she drove away only hoping the men didn't follow her.

Diego woke up grunting heavily. The wound was hurting like hell but Diego was determined to find his father and make him pay.

"You hungry?", Lila asked. "Elliott's made moldy tuna."

"It's a tuna mold!", Elliott corrected from the kitchen.

"I'll pass. Where's my shirt?", Diego scoffed.

Lila eyed him amused: "Where do you think you're going?"

"This is all connected to JFK and my dad's in the middle of it. That's why he attacked me last night. 'Cause he knows that I'm actually. getting closer to-", Diego was interrupted by his own painful scream as Lila poked his wound with a broomstick. He fell back down on the bed groaning.

"Yeah, you're in such a fit state to fight. You should probably go right now.", Lila said sarcastically.

"What is wrong with you?", Diego asked from the bed.

Lila scoffed: "You almost got killed last night. Take a day off."

Lila laid down next to Diego. "I can't believe I got shanked by my own brother.", he admitted.

"I know. So rude. Hey, if it's any consolation he probably didn't know you were his son when he shanked you."

"Still... he cheap shotted me. Man to man that son of a bitch wouldn't stand a chance."

"Of course he wouldn't.", Lila began making circles around Diego's wound.

A comfortable silence fell over them as Lila stared at the ceiling.

"Hey, when your sister and Five rough you here I thought you were dead. That's how I found my parents. Facedown in the living room. It was a home invasion.", Lila confessed.

"Shit. How old were you?", Diego asked.

"Four."

"You never talked about that in group."

Lila finally looked at Diego: "I never talked about that with anyone."

"If you wanna stay longer... for a bit... I guess that's okay.", Diego whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Lila sat up: "Is it okay that I don't hate you like I hate most people?"

Diego laughed lightly: "Yeah. Yeah, that's okay by me."

Diego leaned forward and connected their lips. But before he could actually savour the feeling of Lila's lips agains his she pulled back and slapped him in the face.

"Jesus!", Diego cried holding his cheek.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?", Lila asked.

"I don't understand you!", he shouted at her leaning back on the bed.

Lila crooked her head but aggressively leaned forward to kiss him again. She draped a leg over his waist. Diego winced.

"Too much?", Lila asked.

"Just... be gentle.", Diego smiled at her.

Lila scoffed with a grin: "Never." The she began kissing him again.

Luther was distracted. He was in a fight but he was absolutely distracted. He took a punch to the face, then another one.

Five and Vanya entered the fighting audience looking for Luther.

Luther ruffed his shoulders and hit his opponent in the side.

Luther suddenly zoned out. I'm looking for Allison Hargreeves. You mean Allison Chestnut - my wife.

He saw the face of that man in front of him. Disappointment, anger and most of all hopelessness washed over him once again.

The opponent managed to land a hit but Luther didn't bulge.

Slowly, he came back to reality.

The opponent landed another hit in the jaw but again, Luther's head only flew slightly to the side.

The fighter looked at Luther in anger and confusion.

"Look, he's pummelling him.", Vanya told Five.

"Hit me again.", Luther said to his opponent.

"What are you doing?", Five whispered.

The opponent growled and threw Luther against a wall.

"Why isn't he fighting back?", Five asked in panic.

The opponent wasted no time to beat the absolute shit out of Luther. And Luther let him. Panting and grunting he took every single hit.

"Hit me again.", Luther panted, this time louder.

The opponent happily obliged.

"Again! Hit me!", Luther was now screaming.

And again, the opponent threw his best punch but it wasn't enough for Luther.

He kept screaming to punch him again.

"Luther, are you crazy? Just hit him!", Five shouted leaning over the railing.

"Hit me. I wanna feel pain. I wanna feel all the pain.", Luther admitted silently as a single tear rolled down his cheek. "Give me everything you've got!", he shouted.

Th opponent took a huge swing and crashed his fist with Luther's jaw. The giant fell on the floor and stayed there. He just ket staring at the full moon in the night sky.

Mr. Ruby shook his head in disappointment.

Nailah was racing down the road, happy the three blond guys weren't following her. Still, she could never be too sure. She had taken way too many long routes and was now finally ready to head back.

Cruising through the city she heard police sirens and screams. Nailah slowed the car.

Even though she knew that of any of the police officers saw a girl covered in blood driving, let alone a dark sinned girl, it wouldn't look great for her.

Still, curiosity got the best of her. She stopped the car and peeked outside.

Suddenly two figures bumped violently against her car. One opened the backdoor and pushed the other inside.

"Miss, please drive!", a very familiar voice urged. "Drive!", it commanded and out of instinct Nailah listened.

"Where to?"

The voice gave the address and began consoling the woman next to it. Nailah dared to peak back.

She stopped the car abruptly.

"Klaus? Allison?", she turned around.

Klaus looked at her confused.

"Nailah?", he asked. "Is that blood?"

"Long story. Are you guys okay?", Nailah began driving again.

Allison didn't seem to even realise that she was in the car with her sister so Nailah let her be.

At the address, which turned out to be a huge mansion, Nailah dropped off Klaus and Allison.

"You need my help in there?", she asked Klaus.

"You can sleep here if you want but I think I've got her."

"Okay good. I kind have some of my own stuff to deal with right now.", Nailah admitted.

Klaus eyed her from head to toe: "I can see that. But hey, at least you can make it look sexy. Blood is really your color. Brings out your eyes."

Nailah chuckled: "It was good to see you, Klaus."

"You too, Nai. Don't die, please. I would still like to catch up!", he shouted after her as she drove back to Elliott's.

Lila opened her eyes feeling Diego's strong arm around her. She silently slipped away from him and left Elliott's place without waking anyone.

She was walking down the street as many police cars were passing. She turned right towards the pet store. In there she waited for the clientele to leave before she dipped her hand into the fishtank.

The decorative treasure box contained a key to room 217.

Lila went to the hotel and opened the green door. She took a deep breath. She was so late.

Her red boots clacked on the floor.

"I'm late, I know.", Lila said in an apologetic voice entering the hotel room.

"All kind of crazy going on outside.", she continued and walked towards the bed.

"Hey, can I order room service? I'm starving.", she asked letting herself fall on the bed.

The doors to the bathroom opened and no one other than The Handler entered the bedroom brushing her hair.

"Of course.", The Handler smiled at Lila. "You deserve it."

Lila smiled softly: "Thanks, mom."

Driving back to Elliott's Nailah saw a figure with red boots entering a pet shop.

Lila?

Nailah turned the car around and glanced inside the shop but only a young girl was to be seen inside.

Nailah shook her head. She was tired.

Sighing she now actually drove back but the thought of Lila. in that pet shop didn't quiet let her go.

-> Umbrella Academy Masterlist

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shiveratic · 11 months

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HIGHWAY TO HELL: PLAYLIST (season one)

HIGHWAY TO HELL: AC/DC

SOUL KITCHEN: THE DOORS

SMOOTH OPREATOR: SADE

MAD ABOUT YOU: HOOVERPHONIC

MOONLIGHT; KALI UCHIS

GURELLIA RADIO: RAGE AGANIST THE MAICHENE

GOO GOO MUCK: THE CRAMPS

PEPPERS: LANA DEL REY

FIENSE: BRUNO MARS

UPTOWN GIRL: BILLY JOEL

HOUSE OF MEMORIES: PANIC! AT THE DISCO

VICTORIOUS; PANIC! AT THE DISCO

AIN'T NO MOUTAIN HIGH ENOUGH: MARVIN GAYE, TAMMI TERREL

AS IF IT'S YOUR LAST: BLACKPINK

EVIL: MELANIE MARTINIEZ

HIGHWAY TO HELL: PLAYLIST (season two)

HIGHWAY TO HELL: AC/DC

LIVING DEAD GIRL: ROB ZOMBIE

GOSSIP: MANESKIN, TOM MORELLO

SHE KEEPS ME UP: NICKLEBACK

WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE: GUNS N' ROSES

RIGHT BACK WHERE WE STARTED FROM: MAXINE NIGHTINGALE

MARIA MARIA: SANTANA, THE PRODUCT G&B

SOAP: ENTRO

LUXURIOUS: GWEN STEFIANI

THE CHAIN: FLEETWOODMAC

LIVIN' LA VIDA LOCA: RICKY MARTIN

RYTHM NATION: JANET JACKSON

LOVE SHACK: THE B-52'S

MAMMAMIA: MANESKIN

PHYSCO KILLER: TALKING HEADS

WALK THIS WAY: AEROSMITH

HIGHWAY TO HELL: PLAYLIST (season three)

HIGHWAY TO HELL: AC/DC

REMEMBER THE TIME: MICHEAL JACKSON

LOVE SHOT: EXO

SHINUNOGA E-WA: FUJII KAZE

KNEE SOCKS: ARCTIC MONKEYS

HOUSE OF CARDS: BTS

PARTY MONSTER: THE WEEKEND

WHERE DID YOUR HEART GO?: WHAM!

ULTRAVIOLENCE: LANA DEL REY

GET FREE: LANA DEL REY

VICTORIOUS: PANIC! AT THE DISCO

I DID SOMETHING BAD: TAYLOR SWIFT

OFF TO THE RACES: LANA DEL REY

PROM SONG (GONE WRONG): LANA DEL REY

SMARTY: LANA DEL REY

CALL ME BABY: EXO

BECAUSE OF YOU: LANA DEL REY

BLACK SHEEP: METRIC

HIGH BY THE BEACH: LANA DEL REY

HIT THE ROAD JACK: JEFF SAVAC, THE CAERTTS

TREAT ME LIKE A SLUT: KIM PETRAS

THEY WANNA FUCK: KIM PETRAS

RUNAWAY RUNAWAY: MARS ARGO

HOUSE OF BALLONS / GLASS TABLE GIRLS: THE WEEKEND

CHARACTER INFORMATION: 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭

𖤐⭒๋࣭ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑

NUMBER ONE: CELESTE PIRCE

NUMBER: UNO

AGE: 24

QUOTE: "There's my pretty girl, long time no see!"

ABILITY: REALITY SHIFTING/ MAINUPLATION, CAN SHIFT PERCIPITIONS OF REALITY, LIKE MOVING THROUGH MIRRORS, MAKING BUILDINGS MOLD, WALK ON BUILDINGS, TURN PEOPLE'S PERCEPTION UPSIDE DOWN, AND ABILITY TO FORM THINGS FROM REALITY MAINUPLATION, USUALLY WEAPONS.

DRAWBACKS: CRIMINALLY INSANE USER, CAN DRIVE PEOPLE THE ABILITY IS USED AGANIST TO THE POINT OF MADNESS , DIZZINESS, OVERUSE OF THE ABILTY CAN CAUSE THE USER TO HAVE SEVERE HALLUICANATIONS AND BLOODLUST.

APPEREANCE: SHE HAS BLACK, SHORT MESSY AND CURLY HAIR. IT STOPS RIGHT AT HER LOWER NECK, AND IS USUALLY TUCKED BEHIND HER EARS. SHE IS FLIPPINO WITH A TANISH, OLIVE SKIN COLOR. SHE HAS A ROUND NOSE AND SLANTED BRIGHT GREEN EYES. SHE HAS LONG EYELASHES AND A MOLE RIGHT BELOW HER BOTTOM LIP. SHE HAS A JAWLINE, BUT HER FACE IS SOFT AND ELEGENT. HER BLACK BANGS ARE USUALLY VISIBLE BUT SPILT IN THE MIDDLE. SHE IS 5'8, AND HER BODY TYPE IS MEDIUM/ BUFF. SHE USUALLY WEARS A BLACK DRESS, WITH PUFFED SLEEVES AND A LITTLE CLEVAGE SHOWING WITH LACE DETAILING. IT STOPS AT HER HIGHER THIGJD BUT SHE HAS A PINSTRIP BLAZER. IT IS USUALLY BUTTONED IN THE MIDDLE AND FLARRED OUT AT THE BOTTOM. SHE ALSO IS USUALLY SEEN IN BLACK HEELS OR PLATFORMS

NUMBER TWO: RUTH PIRCE

NUMBER: DOS'

AGE: PHYSCIALLY (16) MENTALLY (34)

QUOTE: "Someone please shut Celeste the fuck up."

ABILITY: PORTAL MAKING/ CREATION, CAN CREATE PORTALS TO ANY AREA USER DESIRES, USUALLY NO LIMIT UNLESS IT IS BACK IN TIME OR BEHOND USUAL PHYSICS LIKE OUTERSPACE, CAN MAKE PORTALS ON ANY SURFACE HER HAND TOUCHES AND CAN ALSO CREATE THEM WITH HER FEET OR FLICK OF THE WRIST, TECHINCAL TELEPORTATION, CAN PULL RANDOM OBJECTS OR PEOPLE OUT FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PORTAL.

DRAWBACKS: PORTALS ARE NOT ALWAYS STABLE DEPENDING ON THE USERS STATE, VERY RARELY TAKES USER SOMEWHERE DIFFERENT FROM WHERE THEY WANT TO BE, POWER IS PRACTICALLY USELESS IF ARMS AND LEGS ARE TIED UP, POWERS AUTOMATICALLY SHUT DOWN WHEN INTOXICATED.

APPERANCE: RUTH HAS SHORT AND MESSY DARK AND PINK HAIR. IT IS SPLAYED OUT IN ALL DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS AND VERY SOFT LOOKING. HAD BANGS THAT SHADOW OVER HER MAGENTIC AMBER BROWN EYED THAT HAVE HINTS OF WHISKEY GOLD IN THEM. SHE IS MEXICAN AND HAS THE BODY OF A SIXTEEN YEAR OLD DUE TO CLASSIFIED INFORMATION. HAS FRECKLES AND A BUTTON NOSE AND BRUISED LIPS. SHE ALSO HAS HEAVY EYEBAGS. SHE IS ALSO 5'1, AND IS USUALLY SEEN WEARING A ACADEMY UNIFORM. IT HAS A RED, FORMAL BLAZER WITH WHITE OUTLINE AND IS USUALLY BUTTONED IN THE MIDDLE. IT ALSO HAS CUFFS AND A EMBLEM OF A SHIELD ON THE TOP RIGHT CORNER. UNDERNEATH IS A BUTTONED UP WHITE SHIRT WITH A COLLAR AND RED AND GOLD TUCKED IN TIE. FINALLY, SHE USUALLY HAS A RED MID-THIGH RED SKIRT ON WITH WHITE SOCKS AND BLACK MARY JANES.

NUMBER THREE: ASTRO PIRCE

NUMBER: TRES'

AGE: 24

QUOTE: "After everything, it's still you.."

ABILITY: ELECTROMAINUPLATION / ELECTRICTY & LIGHTING MAINUPLATION. CAN SHOCK PEOPLE, LIGHT THINGS UP, ELECTROCUTION, LIGHT MAINUPLATION, ELECTROMAGNETIC WATER, SLIGHT SOUNDWAVE MAINUPLATION AROUND ALOT Of LIGHTS.

DRAWBACKS: USER CAN ACTUALLY BE SHOCKED THEMSELF, CANNOT FEEL BELOW HER LOWER ARMS, NUMB NERVES AND STRAIN, NAUESA, DIZZINESS, USER CAN FACE PREMENT NERVE OR EYE DAMAGE FROM OVERUSE.

APPERANCE: ASTRO USES SHE/THEY PRONOUNS. SHE HAS LONG, WAVY AND DAMP LOOKING WHITE HAIR. IT IS USUALLY TIED UP IN A LOW PONYTAIL AND HER BANGS SHADOW OVER HER EYES. SHE IS KOERAN AMERICAN AND HAS PALE SKIN. SHE ALSO HAS MOLES AND A FAINT SCAR ON HER BOTTOM LIP. HER EYES ARE SLANTED AND A YELLOW- LIGHT HAZEL SHADE. SHE HAS A ROUND JAWLINE AND HAS RED MARKS UNDER HER EYES. THEIR HEIGHT IS AROUND 5'7. THEY ARE USUALLY WEARING BUTTON UP SHORTS THAT HAVE BUTTONS AND THE ENDS OF THEM ARE USUALLY ROLLED UP OR CUFFED. AS FOR A TOP, SHE USUALLY WEARS A WHITE SHIRT WITH STRIPES AND SHORT SLEEVES. SHE ALSO USUALLY HAD SANDALS OR BROWN CONVERSES ON.

NUMBER FOUR: VIOLET PIRCE

NUMBER: CUATRO

AGE: 24

QUOTE: "They're all emotionally stunned children..my god."

ABILITY: INVISIBILTY, THE ABILITY TO TURN INVISBLE AND NONSEEING, CAN TOUCH AND TALK TO PEOPLE WHILE INVISBLE, CAN HOLD UP TO SIX HOURS, SLIGHT REALITY MAINUPLATION LIKE MAINUPLATING REFLECTIONS.

DRAWBACKS: CAN FLICKER IN AND OUT OF BEING INVISBLE AND VISIBLE WHEN WET, TOUCHED BY SOMEONE, OR EXTREME EMOTIONS, CAN BECOME STUCK INVISBLE FOR DAYS AT A TIME IF OVERUSED, EASILY SPOTTED IN SHADOWS.

APPERANCE: VIOLET IS A YOUNGER LOOKING GIRL. SHE HAS BLONDE HAIR THAT IS USUALLY TIED INTO A BRAIDED BUN. SHE ALSO USUALLY HAS A BLUE RIBBON HOLDING IT TOGETHER. HER BLONDE BANGS ARE USUALLY DISHELVED BUT HOVER RIGHT BELOW HER EYEBROWS. SHE HAS TAN SKIN BUT SHE IS WHITE. SHE IS ALSO BRITISH AND HER EYES ARE A DEEP BLUE COLOR. SHE HAS A ROUND JAWLINE AND A BEAUTY MARK NEAR HER RiGHT EYE AND BOTTOM LIP. SHE ALSO IS USUALLY WEARING A BUTTON UP WHITE SHIRT. USUALLY THERE IS A BLUE TIE AROUND IT AND SHE HAS A WHITE AND BLUE CARDIGIN ON. VIOLET IS AROUND 5'4. SHE ALSO USUALLY IS WEARING A LONG WHITE SKIRT OR IT STOPS ABOVE HER KNEES. SHE ALSO HAS WHITE SOCKS ON AND BLUE CHUNKY SHOES, BUT SOMETIMES THEIR BEAT UP CONVERSE.

NUMBER FIVE: HIRAEITH PIRCE

NUMBER: CINCO

AGE: 24

QUOTE: "Can't just pull a dead person out of the ashes to talk to them and have tea, not how it works."

ABILITY: CAN TALK TO THE DEAD AND USE THEIR ABILITIES, CAN BECOME POSSESED, PHASE THROUGH WALLS (POSSESED), CAN TURN INVISIBLE (POSSESED), ENHANCED FIGHTING ABILITIES, EXTREME FLEXIBILITY, TECHINCAL IMMORTALITY??

DRAWBACKS: PARANOIA AND HALLUICANATIONS, SOMETIMES CAN'T BECOME UNPOSSESSED AFTER A WHILE, SOMETIMES GHOSTS AREN'T FRIENDLY, FATIGUE, NAUSEA, WEAK IMMUNE SYSYEM.

APPERANCE: HIRAEITH HAS SHORT, CURLY BLACK HAIR. IT IS USUALlY TUCKED BEHIND HER EARS, SHOWING OFF THE MULTIPLE PIRCEINGS SHE HAS. SHE IS ONLY 5'3. SHE IS MIXED WITH KOERAN, ITALIAN AND MEXICAN. SHE HAS A RASPY AND TIRED SLIGHT ITALIAN ACCENT, FROM HER TIME IN ITALY AND BEING RAISED THERE BEFORE SHE WAS ADOPTED. SHE HAS BLUEISH INDIGO EYES WITH A ALMOST PURPLE UNDERTONE. SHE HAS A SHARP JAWLINE AND ALMOST SCARY APPERANCE. SHE USUALLY IS WEARING A BLACK DRESS OR SWEATER. ALTHOUGH, SHE USUALLY WEARS A TIGHTFITTING BLACK LONG SLEEVE SHIRT WITH WHITE LACE DETAILING. SHE ALSO WEARS A PAIR OF BLACK LOWAISTED JEANS OR A BLACK JEAN SKIRT. USUALLY HER LEGS ARE COVERED BY LEGGINGS, OR FISHNETS AND HIRAEITH USUALLY WEARS COMBAT BOOTS.

NUMBER SIX: CHIYO PIRCE

NUMBER: SEIS'

AGE: 24

QUOTE: "SOMEONE TELL RUTH TO STOP SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY!!"

ABILITY: SEDUCTION / THE ABILITY TO MAKE ANYONE FALL IN LOVE WITH HER, WHEN IN LOVE PEOPLE BEND TO HER WILL, MIND MAINUPLATION, HYPNOTIZIM, SELF-SACFRICE.

DRAWBACKS: PEOPLE THE ABILITY IS USED ON USUALLY BECOME OBESSED WITH HER, VICTIMS USUALLY COMIT MURDER IN HER 'NAME', PARANOIA.

APPERANCE: CHIYO HAS SOFT, TIED BACK PINK HAIR. IT IS USUALLY TIED BACK INTO TWO SMALL PIGTAIL BRAIDS AND PINK FLOWERS ARE TIED INTO IT. HER LOOKS ARE OTHERWORDLY, ALMOST ANGELIC. SHE IS KOERAN AND HAS PALE SOFT SKIN, SHE HAS ALOT OF MOLES AND BEAUTY MARKS ON HER FACE. SHE HAS BANGS THAT ARE DISHELVED AND HOVER ABOVE HER EYEBROWS. CHIYO ALSO HAS A BUTTON NOSE. HER FACE IS DIAMOND SHAPED WITH A TOUCH OF SOFTNESS TO IT. SHE USUALLY WEARS DRESSES, ONES THAT ARE WHITE AND HAVE FLOWER DESIGNS. SHE ALSO USUALLY HAS PUFFY SLEEVES AND SOME OF HER CHEST IS SHOWING. ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF HER NECK, SHE HAS A HEART SHAPED BRITHMARK. SHE ALSO USUALLY HAS WHITE TIGHTS OR FISHNETS ON. SHE FINALLY, USUALLY HAS GREEN PLATFORMS OR CONVERSES ON.

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NUMBER SEVEN: NOEL PIRCE

NUMBER: SIETE'

AGE: 24

QUOTE: "For the last time, I don't eat brains."

ABILITY: LIVING DEAD GIRL / ZOMBIE ANATOMY, HAS THE APPERANCE OF A ZOMBIE (CLASSIFIED INFORMATION), TELEKNISIS, CAN WITHSTAND MUCH MORE THEN A AVERAGE HUMAN (NOT IMMORTAL), CAN CONTROL PLANTS, HYPNOTIZIM.

DRAWBACKS: CHRONIC BODY ACHES AND MIGRAINES, BLOODLUST (DOESNT EAT BRAINS), BELIVING THAT SHE'S IMMORTAL, SOMETIMES HAS EPLITIC EPISODES, POTS, VERY LOW IRON.

APPERANCE: NOEL HAS THE APPERANCE OF A ZOMBIE, HER SKIN IS A FAINT PALEISH GREEN. SHE HAS RATTED, WHITE HAIR WITH A FEW GREEN HIGHLIGHTS. SOME PEOPLE SAY THEY SPOTTED DRY BLOOD IN IT. SHE HAS FADED GREEN EYES, ALMOST LOOKING BLIND. SHE HAS A LARGE BONE MARK IN HER NECK BUT IS USUALLY COVERED WITH HER TURTLENECK. SHE HAS A ROUND JAWLINE AND SHARP NOSE. SHE IS AROUND 5'5. SHE HAS A BONE STICKING OUT OF HER HIP, AND LEFT WRIST. SHE ALSO HAS ALOT OF NASTY SCARS BUT SHE COVERS HERSELF UP. SHE IS USUALLY SEEN WEARING A GREEN OR BLACK TURTLE NECK, LONG SLEEVE SHIRT. SHE ALSO WEARS BLACK AND PALE GREEN ARMY SKIRTS. HER LEGS ARE USUALLY COVERED IN TIGHTS AND BEAT UP, DIRTY SHOES.

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NUMBER EIGHT: CARMEN PIRCE

NUMBER: OCHO

AGE: 24

QUOTE: “Oh no darling, I just want your head on a pike! That’s all!”

ABILITY: FIRE MAINUPLATION, CAN CREATE FIRE OUT OF NOTHING, CAN MAKE THINGS BLOW UP, FIRE CONTROL, CAN TOUCH FIRE WITHOUT BEING BURNED, CAN AIM FIRE AT PEOPLE, SET BUILDINGS ON FIRE.

DRAWBACKS: WHEN USER FEELS INTENSE EMOTIONS LIKE EMBRASSMENT OR ANGER FLAMES CAN BECOME OUT OF CONTROL, UNSTABLE EMOTIONS, POWERS SHUT DOWN WHEN INTOXICATED, POWERS EASILY ACTIVATED.

APPERANCE: SHE HAS BROWN, LONG HAIR, IT IS IN A BLOWOUT AND WOLF-CUT STYLE. SHE IS MEXICAN AND HAS BROWNISH RED EYES. SHE IS AROUND 5'6. AND SHE HAS A LARGE SCAR THROUGH HER LEFT EYE. SHE HAS MORE SHARP FEATURES AND HAS A DIAMOND FACIAL SHAPE. SHE HAS A ROUND NOSE WITH FRECKLES. CARMEN USUALLY WEARS A RED, LONG SLEEVE SHIRT. USUALLY WITH A LACE DETAILING AND THE SLEEVES START PAST HER COLLARBONES. SHE ALSO HAS ON EITHER A JEAN SKIRT OR BLACK OR RED BAGGY PANTS. USUALLY WEARING RED CONVERSES AS WELL. SHE HAS ANOTHER SCAR IN HER CUPIDS BOW LIP. HER BROWN HAIR IS USUALLY PUT HALFWAY UP WITH A HAIRCLIP AND HER BANGS ARE BLOWN OUT AND PUSHED TO THE SIDE.

CHARACTERS AESTETHICS; 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭

NUMBER ONE: CELESTE PIRCE (THE INSANITY)

NUMBER TWO: RUTH PIRCE (THE WEARY)

NUMBER THREE: ASTRO PIRCE (THE RADIANCE)

NUMBER FOUR: VIOLET PIRCE (THE LONELINESS)

NUMBER FIVE: HIRAEITH PIRCE (THE BELDAM)

NUMBER SIX: CHIYO PIRCE (THE AMOR)

NUMBER SEVEN: NOEL PIRCE (THE WALKING DEAD)

NUMBER EIGHT: CARMEN PIRCE (THE BLAZE)

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#incorrect umbrella acadamy #umbrella acedmy #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves #five hargreaves x you #oc #writers on tumblr #writing #wattpad #books and reading #tv series #modern au #alternate universe #allison #diego hargreeves #luther hargreeves #season 1

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ameagrice · 2 years

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five hargreeves x f!reader

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Reginald Hargreeves bought and adopted eight children, intending to train them up to stop criminals and wrongdoing in the world.

Numbers One to Seven all had an ability, and each one varied to the next. As the children grew, these abilities became stronger and easier to control, and thus, the lessons they learned increased in difficulty, also. Everything would have gone to plan…

Had Frances had an ability.

As it turned out, Frankie Hanselman, adopted from Great Britain, lacked any power at all. No amount of discipline or teaching brought it to the surface—soon enough, Reginald Hargreeves figured out just what his mistake had been. It didn’t matter that Frankie Hanselman shared a birthday with the other children, or that her birth had been unexpected. The truth was her mother’s pregnancy had been undetected, and Frankie’s birth date was simply a coincidence.

Thus, unable to locate her real parents, Frankie was handed over to the next best place.

A boarding school in Switzerland.

Having grown up with somewhat of a family, the abrupt change and transition to a strange school in a different country sent Frankie’s eight-year-old world sideways. With a suitcase in each hand, standing in the foyer, she looked over her found family one last time, standing together. Allison had already wished her goodbye, and Vanya had disappeared after breakfast (of which had been a solemn affair of Frankie’s silent tears), leaving Diego, Luther, Klaus and Five to say goodbye.

With their father standing at the side, there wasn’t much they could say.

In the silence came their father’s voice. “Be on your way now, Number Eight.”

All Frankie could do was nod and turn around painfully, facing her ‘mother’ holding the door open, and leave, with her footsteps loud in the quiet. Out on the front step Frankie made a choice to turn around, and meet eyes with Number Five, who at least tried to smile.

Then, the door slammed in her face, and Frankie was left astounded on the doorstep.

#five hargreeves x reader #number five #tua #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #Diego hargreeves #the chain #the umbrella academy x oc

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i-dropped-the-chief · 2 years

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Currently frothing at the mouth for the third season of The Umbrella Academy. With everyone rising from their tua fandom slumber as well, here’s a link to my five x reader fic.

#tua #the umbrella academy #five x reader #five x oc #tua fic #five hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #allison hargreeves #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves #eight hargeeves

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carlandoxlestappen · 2 years

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Summertime Sadness | The Hargreeves

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Warning(s): escaping from a bad household.

2002

Harper, Five, Allison, Vanya, Diego, Luther, Ben and Klaus all walked onto the sidewalk in front of the Umbrella Academy with sad looks in their eyes. As there was heavy traffic, they looked through the cars until the kids found a driver that seemed reliable enough and alone. Allison knocked on the driver’s window and he looked over to her, rolling the window down as he noticed the group of 13 year olds.

“Hey, are you kids alright? You need anything?” He asked kindly and they immediately knew he was the right person.

“I heard a rumor, you parked your car here and waited until I told you what to do.” Allison said, causing the man’s eyes to turn white before he moved his car to an open space and parked it, staying still until further instruction.

“Okay…I guess this is it.” Harper said looking around at her best friends, she couldn’t even began to say how lucky she was to have them, because she didn’t know how to find the words to begin with.

“Yep.” Diego said, smiling softly. She took a deep breath before pulling him into a warm embrace.

“God, I’m going to miss you guys.” Harper breathed out as a tear slid down her cheek.

“At least now we could talk all the time.” He grinned at her, pulling out the mobile phone they bought for her a few weeks ago from her front pocket before putting it back.

“Yeah! This isn’t a goodbye, It’s more of a ‘see you later.” Ben spoke up with a sad smile.

“Yeah!” Klaus nodded along enthusiastically.

“Well then, I’ll see you later.” Harper said as she moved on to hug Klaus.

“See you later, loser.” He replied, smiling as he rested his chin on top of her head.

“Oh, shut up.” She chuckled as she she pulled away and walked closer to Ben who opened his arms wide.

“Don’t forget to call, okay?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around her.

“I won’t, I don’t know if I’ll survive without you.” She replied, causing them both to laugh.

“We both know you won’t.” Ben said confidently, and she smiled and shrugged as she pulled away.

Harper walked to where Five stood, his hands buried in his pockets as he stared at the ground. She looped her arms under his and hugged him close. Five sighed as he slowly wrapped his arms around her, wanting to savor every second he had with his only friend.

“You’re not going forget about me, are you?” He asked quietly as Harper leaned her head on his shoulder.

“I could never.” She said, causing him to smiled as finally let a tear slip from his eyes and down his cheek, falling on her head.

“I’ll see later, then?” Five asked, quickly wiping his cheek before anyone could notice the trail.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later.” Harper responded with a small smile as she walked over to Luther.

“It’s going to be weird without you around all the time.” He chuckled as she walked straight into his open arms, holding on tightly.

“Yeah, well, the phone bill is going to be huge.” Harper joked, making him smile.

“It better be.” He responded, smiling sadly when she pulled away and walked over to Allison and Vanya, who were already staring at her with glassy eyes.

“This is really happening isn’t it?” Vanya asked, a tear sliding down her cheek.

“Yeah, it is.” Allison replied before dropping the bag in her hands to the floor and pulling Harper and Vanya into a tight hug.

“I just wanted to say…thank you for letting me experience what It’s like to have sisters.” The girl said, sniffling.

“No, don’t cry! If you’re going to cry, I’m going to cry!” Allison sobbed.

“Sorry.” Harper smiled sadly, wiping away her tears.

“Remember, call us the second you get there. And-and don’t forget to stay away from strangers and sketchy neighborhoods. And-“ Vanya rambled nervously, not knowing what more to say.

“Vanya! I’m going to call when I get there, and I promise I’ll stay safe. And anyway, no one’s going to mess with me, my best friends are superheroes.” Harper grinned at them, making them laugh as they all pulled away.

“Well then, let’s do this.” Allison said, grabbing the bag with one hand and Harper’s with the other as they all walked over to the car.

Harper opened the door and slid into the back seat as Allison put down the bag full of money her friends had Grace pull out of Reginald’s bank account. Though seeing as the man was a fucking billionaire, he wasn’t really going to notice that a few thousands of dollars were missing.

“Don’t forget, there is supposed to be a guy called Sebastian waiting for you at the check-in area and he knows who you are. You only need to give him the money I put in the small plastic bag inside as payment and he’ll guide you around and help you with your baggage and everything you’ll need.” Allison explained as Diego and Luther loaded Harper’s small suitcase and duffle bag in the trunk of the car before coming back to stand with his siblings.

“Okay…I’ll see you guys later?” Harper asked looking around the the her best friends.

“Yeah, we’ll see you later.” Diego replied as Allison gently shut the car’s door and moved to the driver’s window.

“What’s your name?” She asked firmly.

“Steve.” The guy answered. He didn’t seem too old, 24 at most.

“Okay Steve. I heard a rumor, you drove my friend to the the Le Centre Sheraton Hotel in Montreal, Quebec.” Allison said the words she practiced for weeks on end from the moment they decided on their plan. They wanted Harper to stay in a nice hotel, not too close but also not too far. They didn’t want that asshole father of hers to track her down easily, but even if he did, they could go there and protect her.

Steve nodded before starting his car and stepping on the gas, driving away. But of course, the children didn’t let that stop them as they ran along after the car, shouting to their friend until they couldn’t walk.

“So what-what now?” Klaus asked as he bent with his hand on his knees, panting.

“Now, we wait until she calls.” Five answered as they all stared after the car until it was out of sight, and only then did they walk back to the academy, leaning against each other for comfort.

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optimistictalia · 2 years

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they are best friends. dont ask how their universes collide idc but they’re best friends. pr buddies.

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xoteajays · 2 years

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▸jasmine lin + diego hargreeves + klaus hargreeves

at the end of the day, it was jas and diego and klaus, and that was what mattered. the three amigos, the head-heart-and-hands; whatever you labelled them, it was never one without the other two.

#ocappreciation #umbrella academy oc #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #the umbrella academy #just jas and her tall besties #oc: jasmine lin #this is just a diego x jas ship btw #klaus x jas only exists in my au brain

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The Umbrella Academy: Firecracker - Öga for Öga (17/30)

The Umbrella Academy Masterlist

warnings: blood, violence, torture, alcohol

word count: 3593

1982. Somewhere at an inn with ridiculously dressed people.

Nailah eyed the note the Handler had given her and Five. They entered the wildly overdecorated inn and Five decided to ask an employee for directions.

"Excuse me.", he said in an incredibly polite tone which let Nailah raise her eyebrows.

"Uff da! You snuck up on me there." the woman jumped up lightly. "If you're looking to the cookies we don't put them up until 3 o'clock."

"I can hardly wait.", Five commented still in his polite voice. "Do you happen to know where the Midwest Soybean Society is meeting?"

"Sure so. Muskellunge Banquet Room.", the woman directed them. Nailah thanked her and they took course towards the room.

"I didn't know you could be polite. Where is that going on a daily basis?", Nailah teased as Five motioned to a snack vending machine.

He just scoffed: "It's only to get people to help me."

"How come I help you then? You're not polite to me.", Nailah countered as Five let some coins fall into the machine.

Five chuckled: "Well, my little Firecracker, I only needed to give you some half-assed compliments and you were ready to help me."

The machine whirred but the nut fudge Five wanted didn't bulge. Five frantically began pushing buttons and shaking the machine. Snacks began falling down from the shelves and Five got even angrier. Nailah just stood there with her arms crossed and an amused expression. Finally Five punched the glass causing it to crack up forming a net over the snacks. He cursed colourfully.

"Sure. Some cheap complements are the reason I'm helping you. Definitely not because you'd be completely lost without me.", Nailah commented and gracefully kicked the glass down. She bend down, picket up a nut fudge and handed it to Five.

"Hurry up. The board of directors won't assassinate itself.", she said pulling out her staff from under her skirt.

Five smirked at her eagerness. Nailah walked backwards letting the staff swoosh into its actual length. She flicked it skilfully and threw Five a daring smile. He just scoffed, slowly walking towards her and ran his finger along the length of the huge cake on display. He licked off the frosting and Nailah just rolled her eyes playfully urging him to hurry up. Five spotted a fire axe and grabbed it standing next to Nailah in front of the door.

"Let's get to work, then.", he said and they walked inside the corridor with their weapons raised.

It didn't take them long to find the meeting. A pretty large group of people were sat around an oval table and at the end of it a humanoid with a fishtank as its head was leading the meeting.

"You!", the fishtank exclaimed as he saw Five. "Call security!"

A woman rolled back in her chair towards the phone but before she could reach it Nailah had cut off her arm with the sharp end of her staff. Five smiled at her wildly. He blitzed and in the next second two of the board members were lying on the ground with grotesque wounds on their bodies. Five just stood beside them and adjusted his tie.

Nailah chuckled: "So vain." Five made a gesture indicating it was her turn. Nailah returned the psychotic smile and gracefully began twisting with her staff. One by one the right side of the room was annihilated in the most elegant manner. Nailah cut, stabbed and punched with incredible precision and speed spraying blood all over her skirt, boots, blouse and face. Men and women were screaming for a short while then the life left their eyes. Five waited for a second before he blitzed around finishing off the left side of the room to admire Nailah.

Five blitzed around slashing his axe around in a not so elegant but equally effective way. Soon his own suit and face were also sprayed with blood. He inhaled deeply as he appeared on the table in front of the fishtank man.

"She sent you, didn't she?", the man gurgled.

"Does it really matter now?", he asked in an evil voice.

Five raised his axe but before he could let it fall down he heard Nailah laugh. Actually laugh. His jerked in her direction for a split second where he saw her bury her staff in a board member's chest while a manic giggle escaped her lips. He saw the deathly spark in her eyes as she transporter her power through the. staff and burned the member from the inside out. A satisfied smirk painted her lips as she quickly withdrew her weapon and skilfully flicked it.

Five realised he was suddenly only out of breath but before he could regain his breathing pace he got knocked down by the lady who had given them directions.

"You're gonna pay for that vending machine, mister!", she shrieked holding incredibly tight. Five struggled to breathe and get free until suddenly the woman stopped moving. Five looked up seeing Nailah covered in blood with her staff in the woman's chest. She was panting heavily and Five's breath hitched again.

"Come on. The fishman went that way.", she said pulling him up.

Five cursed and grabbed an old, flat bat and both he and Nailah ran back through the corridor. They spotted the fishman and Five smirked at Nailah blitzing in front of him.

The fishman stuttered and turned around. Nailah was standing behind him with her hands on fire and. a determined expression. She smiled a small, psychotic smile which was even more ominous in the fire light. Five inhaled deeply.

"It's me or him, buddy. Chose.", Nailah told the fishman crooking her head.

The fishman turned around again: "I'm sure we con come to some sort of agreement that benefits both parties. Quid pro quo?"

"Why not?", Five imitated Nailah's psychotic smile and began hitting the fishman. With each hit he accentuated: "Here's your quid. Here's your pro. Here's your quo."

With the last phrase he. knocked the fishtank off the fishman's body spraying water everywhere. Nailah elegantly formed a shield of fire keeping her from getting wet. She nonchalantly approached the small goldfish that had been residing in the fishtank.

"Hmm. So that's who you've been working for? A fish? Explains a lot.", she scoffed.

Five didn't answer just grabbed a bag and put the fish inside along with some water. Walking back to where they had hidden the suitcase Nailah felt Five glance in her direction a couple of times.

"What is it?", she asked scratching the blood off her fingernails.

"Blood looks good on you.", Five blurted out with a smile.

Nailah raised an eyebrow but chuckled: "I know, it's my favourite accessory." Five smiled at her amused and extended a hand for the to travel back. She took it and Five felt the warmth that was always accompanying her wrap around him like a comforting blanket.

Before the blue energy wave could consume them Nailah snickered: "Blood suits you too, Five."

Back in 1963 the Handler let Five and Nailah wait for her. Nailah was leaning against a building and playing with her staff. while Five was nervously biting his nails.

"Well?", the Handler asked as soon as she appeared. Five handed her the plastic bag with the fish inside.

"AJ!", she exclaimed. "You know, you're really staring to fill out this tight little suit of yours.", she said eying him hungrily.

Nailah made a disgusted face and shuddered.

"Why so quiet? I. thought you'd be buzzing after this mornings slaughter.", she asked.

Five didn't look at her: "All this killing... I'm done with it."

"What? Am I supposed to take that seriously?", the Handler smiled. and began wiping the blood off of Five's face.

"All I did today I did for my family. I did it to save the world.", Five assured with a determined look.

"Please. Spare your little assassin with the heart of gold, will ya?", the Handler booped Five's nose. "Here. As per. our agreement this will get you and your siblings back to 2019. You have 90 minutes."

"You said nothing about a time limit!", Nailah shouted after her angrily.

The Handler smiled: "Actually you have 89 minutes and 30 seconds. Better hurry."

"This is impossible, okay? Our siblings are scattered across the city.", Five tried to reason.

The Handler scoffed: "Nothing's impossible. You proved that this morning when you killed the board."

"We need more time.", Nailah demanded with fire in her eyes.

"Any more time and people will start asking questions. The sooner you get home and out of this time period the better off we'll all be, so ticktock, ticktock.", the Handler smiled and Nailah grunted in frustration.

At Elliott's house Diego and Luther found the poor host absolutely mutilated.

"Oga Foroga.", Diego read the inscription painted on the floor with Elliott's blood. "That a name?"

Luther and Diego found her in the phonebook under Olga Foroga. They immediately called her.

"Uh, hello? Olga? It's her she sounds old. Excuse me ma'am I was wondering if- My name? is uh Luther Hargreeves -", Luther was interrupted by Diego taking him the phone away.

"You killed. one of ours, Olga, now we're coming after you.", Diego threatened. "You will be dead by nightfall."

"Hey, it's Öga for Öga, idiots. Swedish for 'an eye for an eye'.", Five corrected appearing behind them and taking off his blood stained jacket. "It means the swedes killed Elliott."

"Wrong number. Have a lovely day.", Diego chipped into the phone and hung up.

"We would've gotten there.", Luther said hopefully.

"Eventually.", Diego added.

"You have some blood on you.", Luther commented seeing Five's bloodstained clothes.

"A lot of blood actually. Jesus, Five what happened?", Diego asked.

"Nothing anyone can prove.", Nailah answered walking into the kitchen with equally bloody clothes.

"Guys, what did you do?", Luther asked angrily as Nailah began changing as well.

Nailah smiled wickedly as she discarded her bloody blouse: "You wouldn't approve, Primo."

"We've found a way home.", Five said peeking out of the bathroom.

"Move.", Nailah pushed him away in her underwear and splashed cold water into her face, washing the blood away.

"What? How?", Luther asked.

Five's gaze lingered for a second on Nailah's bare back before he answered: "The details are irrelevant, but we made a deal to get back to our timeline."

"What about doomsday?", Diego asked handing Nailah a fresh shirt and skirt.

"Won't happen. Just like the apocalypse.", she answered.

"Okay, no more questions. We gotta go. We have to find the others. Luther, get Allison. Diego, Nailah: Klaus. I have a feeling we're gonna need both of you. I'll go get Vanya. Now, we meet back in the arrival alley in 77minutes. Here. I've synchronised these watches.", Five explained quickly.

"Whoa. Hold on. You just show up here, drenched in blood and expect us to just believe you when you say you have a way for us to go home? What about JFK?", Diego stopped Five.

"Diego, we have a chance to go home and make things right. We're taking it.", Five insisted.

"I've gotta say goodbye to Lila."

"You really don't, Diego. She doesn't give a shit about you. She never did. She's a member of the commission.", Nailah exclaimed angrily tying her boots.

"She was just using you to get to me. You're the Oswald of this story, my friend.", Five added and blitzed away.

Diego angry and frustrated left without waiting for Nailah. Before she could try to catch up to him Five appeared next. to her and grabbed her arm.

"Keep an eye on him, will ya? I've got a feeling he's gonna do something stupid.", he whispered.

Nailah jerked her head upwards, pretending to be offended: "Don't worry, Five. I've got this. I can handle him."

"Klaus, you're so filthy!", Klaus sighed as Nailah and Diego approached him. He had a pretty girl sitting on his lap.

"Yes, you are, daddy.", she chuckled and began kissing him.

"Hey, daddy.", Nailah shouted crossing her arms.

"You got a sec?", Diego asked.

"Diego! Nailah!", Klaus exclaimed and immediately followed them.

"You need to come with us. Five found a way home.", Nailah explained while Diego pulled Klaus with them.

"It's so great talking to you guys again.", Klaus lulled.

"Klaus, are you high?", Nailah asked looking at his sceptically.

"I'm not Klaus. I'm Ben.", he assured.

"Oh, you're high."

"No, ask me something only Ben would know.", Klaus or Ben insisted.

Diego sighed: "What did you reprogram Allison's teddybear to say?"

Klaus smiled: "Luther sniffs dad' underwear."

Nailah chuckled in disbelief and threw her arms around Ben in Klaus' body. Diego quickly joined.

"I don't get it, Klaus said. you didn't make it to Dallas.", Diego let go and Nailah wiped a tear from her cheek.

Ben chuckled and let his thumb caress Nailah's other cheek: "Well, Klaus says lots of things. But guess what. I can possess him now and it's freaking awesome."

"Okay, you can tell us everything back in 2019. But you stay in this body, okay? We need someone responsible behind the wheel. Oh and I need to do something first. Meet me at the alley in 30minutes alright? Don't be late.", Diego said and went off.

"Wha-?", Nailah groaned. "Can you get there alone? I promised Five I'd keep Diego from doing stupid stuff."

"Yes, of course. God, I missed you.", Ben smiled and planted a soft kiss on Nailah's head. Nailah smiled back and quickly followed Diego.

"Diego, what the hell are we doing?", Nailah jogged behind Diego nearly unable to keep up.

"We aren't doing anything. I am burying Elliott. He deserved better."

"Fine. But I'm helping."

Together they hauled Elliott's body to an abandoned place where Diego began digging. Nailah had gone looking for flowers and not soon after she was gone Diego sensed Lila's presence.

"Oh good. It's you and your stupid face.", he scoffed not even bothering to look back.

"Weird time to garden.", Lila commented. "Can we talk? The truth this time?"

Diego scoffed: "Oh I know the truth. You used me, Lila. You're a liar."

"Come on, what did I really lie about?"

"Who you are, who you work for, why you're here, what you want from us. That's all."

"Yeah, but the rest was true.", she insisted. "Everyone lies, Diego. And I was only lying to protect you. Mostly."

Diego stopped digging and looked at her. Covered in sweat and panting his gaze expressed nothing but pain and disappointment.

"Do you know how hard it is to trust people when your whole childhood was bullshit manipulation?", he asked. "Why would you do that to me?"

Lila couldn't answer the question. Instead she just looked at the body Diego was about to bury. She immediately recognised the green fingernails she had painted and as a way to honour Elliott she proposed a quick toast. Diego looked at her sceptically. Lila took a sip from her flask and handed it to Diego. He sighed but also took sip. Not soon after he felt incredibly dizzy and when he saw Lila spit out the contents she had kept in her mouth he immediately realised she had drugged him. Diego fell on the ground unconscious.

"Hey.", Luther came running towards Five at the alley. "Where is everyone?"

"You're the first.", Five smiled hopelessly.

Suddenly they saw Klaus stumbling and struggling with some invisible force approach them. before he reached them, however, he fell down twice and ran into the wall a couple of times.

"We're here!", he shouted shaking violently while t-posing aggressively.

"What do you mean, 'we'?", Five asked confused.

Klaus just groaned: "Get out!"

Then he vomited the contents from the last few days out and collapsed on the pavement panting heavily. Luther groaned in disgust as Five looked around frantically.

"I can't believe it. I mean you're here.", Luther shouted irritated and massaged his temples.

"We've got 8 minutes left.", Five announced.

"I've had the strangest dream.", Klaus groaned from the ground.

"Where are the others?", Five's voice was on edge.

"What's going on, guys? Are we going somewhere?", Klaus asked after a while of Five's nervous pacing.

"It was a simple task. A simple task!", Five shouted frustrated. "All we had to do was be here. Didn't have to fight a giant sea monster, no. An army of mutants? Nein. I can't believe this. It was handed to us on a silver platter."

"Can you just moan a little softer? My head is killing me.", Klaus whined sitting up.

"Listen to me, you useless puke bag, we just blew our chance to save the world!", Five screamed.

The suitcase sitting next to them gave a whirring sound indicating it was ready to transport them through time.

Five groaned: "God damn it." He grabbed the suitcase and threw it in the air. Blue energy whirred and the suitcase disappeared.

Five sighed: "We were that close."

Nailah ripped her eyes open. A muffled groan escaped her lips. She quickly realised she was gagged and in a small room. Luckily she wasn't blindfolded. Her head jerked around the room. There was pretty much nothing to see. She tried to move but her hands were tied behind her back. Nothing indicated at being watched but just out of habit Nailah decided to not use her powers until absolutely necessary.

Her head was pounding as faint memories returned. Walking around the abandoned place and picking flowers for Elliott. Someone sneaking up from behind and knocking her out.

A door opened and a tall man came inside wearing dark gloves.

"Nailah Hargreeves. Number Eight. Am I correct?", he asked in a smooth voice.

Nailah let out a muffled mumbled through her gag.

"Oh, yes, sorry. My mistake. Better?", the man removed the gag.

Nailah slid her tongue over her teeth and lips. She gave the man an amused smile: "Much."

"Perfect. Then we can begin. Your name is Nailah Hargreeves. Please confirm or deny."

Nailah chuckled: "Whoa there. Buy me dinner first, then we'll talk."

The man smiled at her in a condescending manner: "Miss, I don't think I've been clear. You will cooperate or you will suffer. It is entirely up to you."

Nailah laughed: "Is that a promise?"

"Suffering it is, then.", the man's eyes darkened dangerously.

Nailah crooked her head and smiled wickedly: "Bring it on."

Without warning the man punched her in the stomach, knocking the air out of her lungs. Nailah coughed violently and panted trying to regain her breath.

"Well. Let's continue, then."

"Did your mother love you?", Nailah asked out of breath.

"What?", the man looked at her confused.

"Well, it just seems that someone who tortures poor, innocent and totally defenseless girl has to have some issues. Your punching is absolutely trash by the way. So? Who was it? Mommy or daddy?", Nailah asked.

The man began stuttering still shocked and confused.

Nailah blew a strand of hair out of her face: "Mm, mm, mm, mommy?", she mocked. "That's what I thought. It won't be much of a consolation for you to know that she wouldn't be proud of you. Hell, she probably isn't. She's probably sitting somewhere at the beach surrounded by expensive gifts and cocktails just w waiting for all the admirers to take care of her. She's not even thinking about you."

Nailah smirked seeing the man getting more and more insecure. It had been a lucky guess about the mommy issues. but. she knew how to use any information she had to her advantage.

"I'll do you even one better. She's probably happy she left you. All alone. To do nothing but useless stuff. I mean what even is your job? Beating up girls? Does that pay? I can't imagine that it does. It seems that you're doing it to get back. at your mommy. But newsflash. She doesn't care. Juts like she didn't all those years ago when she left you. And yet here you are, still thinking about her while she has forgotten about you.", Nailah. continued.

With satisfaction she leaned back and watched the man escape the room. She heard him sob lightly before the door closed.

Not soon after that a new torturer came. This time a woman. Nailah smiled psychotically.

She crooked her head: "Now let's see what your issue is, shall we?"

The woman only punched her face letting Nailah taste blood. Nailah send her another smirk: "Try again. This time harder."

Diego opened his eyes and realised he was strapped to a chair with Lila next to him and a strange woman eyeing him suspiciously.

"Diego, meet my mother.", Lila said not looking at him. "Mother, this is Diego, my boyfriend."

-> The Umbrella Academy Masterlist

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