Number 8 ~ An Umbrella Academy Fanfiction

The Umbrella Academy

Song from Cameron's playlist:
Somebody That I Used To Know by Gotye

How did I end up here again?

Oh yeah, I very stupidly let my own brain lead me to this random mansion and then I thought it was a good idea to look around when I was most certainly trespassing. And now this really terrifying guy dressed in all black is holding a knife against my neck. Yep, this is when I die.

"Answer me before I cut your goddamn throat!" He spits at me again. His voice is very dark and threatening. It makes my blood run cold just from him talking to me like that. I open my mouth, my eyes wide with fear, but no sound comes out. My throat feels like a dry sack of sand, my vocal chords feeling like frayed rope that won't produce sound. I physically can't talk but I keep opening and closing my mouth rapidly like an idiot while my hands are up by the sides of my head, trying to surrender.

Just as I begin to feel him press the knife further into my neck, I see a flash of blue light. The man looks toward it, distracted, but I continue holding my breath. What if what this thing in the blue light was his backup? I knew I'm going to die. I don't want to prolong the inevitable.

I look to the blue flash, my eyes still wide. Within a second the light disappears. In its place is a... Is that a kid? A boy, wearing a uniform that is exactly the same as the one that the kids were wearing in the portrait I saw, is standing next to the man with the collection of knives. He looks about thirteen or fourteen years old but also kind of seems like he has the most authority in this mansion.

"Diego, it'd be great if you didn't try to stab every single person you met," the boy said, looking up at the knife man, his lips pursed and his eyes narrowed. Huh, so Diego is the name of the man who's trying to kill me. He does kind of look like a Diego. Then again, I can barely see his face because of the dark.

"What the.. Five, this kid is trespassing!" Diego retorted, making a large gesture towards me with his hand that held the knife. Wait, did he just call the kid Five? Like the number? Confusion fills my eyes, but I still don't dare move from my current position.

"He is not trespassing! If you were actually listening during dinner instead of polishing your precious knives then maybe you would have remembered!" Five said, glaring at Diego and gesturing at me as well. I notice that Five likes to emphasize certain words a lot. Diego groaned and turned back to me, gripping both the knives pinning me to the wall. He yanks them away and I stumble down a bit. It was then that I realized that I had never changed out of the suit I wore to my mom's funeral. The knives had cut the collar of one of my favorite blazers. Trying to hide my frustration, I stand up somewhat straight and play with my fingers awkwardly. I'm not sure who to look at even though I'm not sure if I want to look at either of them; They're both threatening and I just managed to escape my seemingly inevitable death and I'm most certainly not looking to do something to piss one of them off.

"What's your name?" Five asks me, looking me up and down. I awkwardly run a hand through my hair and press my back against the wall. "U-Um, Cameron," I manage to say quickly. Five nods a bit, but I hear Diego faintly snort. "Cameron? That's a girl name!" He says, laughing into his fist. My arms tense at my sides and I feel my face flush red from embarrassment. "Hey, it is not-!" Before I could start a full-fledged argument with this guy about my name, I'm interrupted by Five. "Diego, why don't you do something productive with yourself and wake up the others?"

Diego's face immediately turned back to its neutral, cold self. He glares at Five and the boy just smirks a little in response. Diego turns and begins walking down the hallway, grumbling something inaudible. I watch him leave and enter one of the rooms, a crease growing on my forehead and in between my eyebrows.