Tamela's Novellas

➖ A Hargreeves Christmas

Twelve year old Tamela and Hargreeves

Christmas Day

I was running down the street with heavy breaths. The team and I split up to catch the group of robbers. They had ran in different directions when they saw the Umbrella Academy. Now, we were chasing them all around town.

Police sirens could be heard in the distance. People were throwing curses my way as I nudged past them. I saw a woman give me a nasty look before furrowing her brows in confusion. Her mouth opened in shock as she saw a glimpse of my domino mask.

"Watch it!"

"Is that Number Eight?"

"Where's the rest of the Umbrella Academy?"

I ignored the comments and ran faster. Sweat was starting to dot my forehead. The man with dark shaggy hair glanced over his shoulder to see me still chasing him. His eyes twinkled with mischief before turning into an alleyway. A smirk grew across my lips.

Right where I want him to be.

I quickly jumped into the shadows, causing a panic in the crowd. In the shadows, I saw the man slow down. He took a sharp inhale and fiddled with something in his hands. There was a silver gleam that reflected the sunlight. I started to jog towards him. He was completely unaware where I was.

When he had his back towards me, I willed myself out of the shadows. I sent an elbow into his stomach. He gasped for air, stumbling to the side. Panic set in his eyes and he pointed a knife at me.

"Stay away from me you freak." He said with a shaky breath.

"See, I would have, but you kind of ran away with stolen stuff." I shrugged, walking towards him. "And, that's kind of in my job description. Ya know? Umbrella Academy super kids?"

"Super freaks more like it." The man sneered.

"Look, it's Christmas. I should be doing what other pre-teens my age usually do. Instead, I'm chasing a grown ass adult who decided to steal on Christmas morning." I sighed dramatically.

The man just rolled his eyes at me. He fiddled with the knife in his hand. With a flick of my hand, I made the man's shadow grab the knife out of his hand. He let out a shriek of surprise. His shadow simply waved at him and tossed the knife further down the alley.

In a panic, the man grabbed the nearest trash bag and threw it at me. I dove out of the way in shock. There must have been a rip in the bag, because some trash fell on me. I glanced at my shoulder to see a moldy banana peel. Holding back a gag, I quickly wipe the trash off of me.

"Did-did you just throw trash at me?"I narrowed my eyes at him.

He gave me a wobbly smirk and ran towards his knife. I huffed in annoyance, chasing after him once more. He bent down and picked up the knife. I jumped back into the shadows.

"Shit." He whispered.

I popped out of the shadows and kicked the hand that was holding the knife. He released a hiss, dropping the weapon. I quickly grasped his wrist and took a step in front of him. Kicked the knife away. I quickly tossed the man over my shoulder.

He released a pained groan when he landed on his back. Red and blue lights flashed in the alleyway. Voices and loud steps echoed. I flicked my bangs out of my eyes in annoyance. I regret having them cut.

"Eight?" A female police officer walked over to me with a raised brow. "Great job."

A couple of the police officers went to the man who was still trying to catch his breath. One helped him up to his feet while another one took out his handcuffs. A deputy came up and searched his pockets. He took out a small bag that held the jewelry that was stolen.