Limitless - The Umbrella Academy

17. The Day That Wasn't

Wednesday, 8:05am
"Is it just us?" Allison asks, sitting around the bar, all of them in confusion.
"It's everybody." Luther says.
"In the house?" Diego points, as Allison buts in.
"Like the whole planet?" She says, baffled, and I nod.
"From what Five said, yeah. No other signs of life other than him." I say, staring down at the oak table.
"And no, outside the house. Everyone died." Luther says back to Diego.
"Hey." We all turn around, seeing Vanya and that weird guy Leonard standing there. "What's going on?" She asks, all of us not knowing how to say it.
"It's a family matter." Allison says, and I look at her, trying not to seem obviously concerned of her answer. She was family too, Vanya wasn't going to be happy about not being included.
"A family matter. So of course you couldn't bother include me." Vanya says, as I sigh. We fucked this up.
"No, it's not like that. We were--" Luther starts.
"Don't let me interrupt." Vanya says, starting to leave.
"Vanya wait." Allison says, walking towards her hurridly, "I'll fill you in later when we're alone."
"Please, please don't bother. And I won't either." Vanya says, starting to get pissed.
"Vanya, that's not fair." Allison says,
"Fair? There's nothing fair about being your sister. I have been left out of everything for as long as I can remember. And I used to think it was Dad's fault, but he's dead. So it turns out you're the assholes." She says, her voice quivering as she storms off, Leonard not far behind.
"Ouch." Klaus says, and I turn to them.
"Yeah, wrong move." I say quietly.
"I'm going to go find Vanya and explain." Allison says, starting to walk away.
"No, wait! There isn't time. We need to figure out what causes the apocalypse." Luther says, her pausing as the door slams. "Now, there are loads of possibilities. Nuclear war, asteroids. But I'm thinking, this is about the Moon, alright? Dad must've sent me up there for a reason. And I was giving him daily updates on the conditions, I sent field samples. So the first thing we need to do, is find his research." Luther finishes.
"Hold on, hold on, hold the phone. We all died fighting this thing first time around. Remember?" Klaus says.
"Klaus, shockingly, has a point. What gives us a win this time?" Diego says.
"Five. Last time we didn't have him. We weren't all together." Luther says, Klaus for some reason gagging, then holding his stomach as he starts to go to the couch. I stare at him in concern, but also question, what the hell? "This time, we'll have the full force of the Umbrella Academy. That's what we need."
"So, where's Five now?" Allison asks, walking over.
"Well, he had a plan to change the timeline. He'll be back soon." Luther says, and I nod.
"We have a day or so to plan this thing." I say, as Diego stands up.
"I'm going after Hazel and Cha-Cha." Diego says as he starts to walk away.
"What, right now?" Luther says, staring at him in confusion.
"Hell yeah, three days and I'm losing light by the minute." Dieog says, starting to walk away.
"Wait, Diego. Look, I know you wanna avenge your friend, but we got a bigger problem here." Luther says, as Diego turns back around.
"She wasn't just some friend, Luther! If I'm going to die, I need to know I killed those bastards first. It's not about Dad. It's not about me. The longer I wait, Hazel and Cha-Cha could be outta here. Stop making it about you." Diego says, leaving before anyone could say anything. I guess I liked em stubborn as hell. I see Klaus walk past, looking shaken up. Luther calls his name, then shouts it. He finally turns around.
"Yeah! Sorry." Klaus says, looking dazed as usual.
"So, what? You're giving up on the world, too?" Luther says, as he nods.
"Yeah, pretty much. Yeah. Mm-hmm." Klaus says blankly.
"So that's it. You're cool with us all dying in three days?" Luther says, as Klaus turns around, holding his stomach in pain again as he groans.
"I expected worse I guess." I say, still sipping on my coffee.
"I can't believe it. It's just us." Luther says, turning around to me and Allison, her standing behind the bar, where the coffee cups sit. She turns around with a saddened expression on her face. "Oh, please, not you, too."
"I have to book a flight back to LA. If this happens I have to be with my daughter, custody be damned, and you said it yourself... We need the full force of the Academy to even stand a chance." She looks as him, sadened, as she puts a hand on Luther's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Luther." She says, walking away. That left me and Luther, and she was right. We needed everyone to even stand a chance.
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I walk back upstairs, going to my room to change. i decided I needed some new clothes, and to practice. As much as we probably wouldn't be able to save the world now, I wanted to know what Dad meant. Number 8, infinity. I sigh, changing into some jogging pants and a tank top, tying my hair back when I hear a knock at my door, seeing Allison standing there.
"Hey, I couldn't catch a flight until tonight, but I'm going to wait at the airport until my flight. I just wanted to say, goodbye I guess." She says sadly, and I smile sympathetically at her.
"Allison, I understand. You need to be with Claire, if I had a kid I'd wanna be with them too. I get it. Without everyone else we aren't going to make this." I say, smiling as I put my hand on her arm. "Allison, don't feel bad, okay?"
"I know." She says quietly, smiling with tears welling in her eyes. She pulls me in for a hug. I put my head on her shoulder, smiling widely.
"I feel it's fair to be your sister. Not even fair, it's a blessing, Allison." I say, as we continue hugging.
"Same for you." She says, pulling away, sniffling. "I love you, Aleya. Thanks for being my sister." She says, and I smile.
"Thanks for being mine." I say quietly, as she starts to walk away, her brown eyes darting down to the floor, as she leaves. There wasn't anything else to say. Or more, we didn't know what to say. You kinda feel a loss for words when the end of the world is leaving and you have to seperate. But we knew the love was there. I wait until I no longer hear her heels, and look at myself in the mirror, workout ready, smiling. I grab the beige hankercheif on my vanity, walking away. I go outside again, seeing the tires again. Training again made me feel things, remember things. Remember why I was so important to this team. Sure, we were dysfuntional now, but we were also a team. I shake myself off, Seeing the pile of tires again, readying myself. I focus, lifting my hands out, my powers whirring again. I focus on the tire, moving it swiftly onto the ground, then another one, then another one.
It seemed so seemless now, so easy. I smile, knowing I'm improving. I try to find something heavier, looking around, walking over to an anville, seeing the 250 LB sign on it. I take a deep breath in, readying myself. I stand back, doing the same routine of putting my arms out, whirring my powers. It felt heavy, but it wasn't impossible. I throw it across the yard, landing far away, scuffing the dirt and making holes. I smile, cheering myself on. "Fuck yeah!" I yell out to myself, and try to focus on my throwing and being quick, because face it, I wouldn't be able to just shake myself off and start slowly in a fight. I focus on quickly throwing things and quickly making my powers come out, when I see a old beat up car. Dad used to make Luther train with it, and tried with me too.
"Dad! I can't do it!" I scream out, my powers whirring. He stands there, watching and observing.
"Put your full mind to it! Your mind is a powerful thing, Number Eight. Use it. Put your full concentration to it." He says coldly, as I struggle, my whole body feeling weak and shaky. I could feel the blood start to trickle down my nose. I let go, the car falling two inches to the ground.
"Dad, I need a break. I can't.." I say, as I fall to the ground, my body to weak to stand.
"Number Eight, you have been practicing for ages. You've only ever gotten two inches off the ground. I taught you better than this."
Two inches. That's all I had ever gotten. I never impressed Dad with that, it was just too heavy. I walk over to it, looking at it in anger. Stupid car. I huff, holding my hands out. I knew if Diego saw me doing this, He'd freak the fuck out and tell me 'you know your limits!' well Diego, Dad told me I'm limitless, if I put my mind to it. Let's see if the old bastard was right. I put my hands out, starting again. It was hard at first, starting to do it, remembering Dad's words,
Put your mind to it.
You are not weak, Number Eight.
You are limitless Number Eight.
I suddenly feel a strong force come from my chest, knocking me back quicker than I could even comprehend. I fly back, my body tumbling and rolling on the ground, the wet grass sticking to me. I lay there, baffled and astounded by whatever just happened. Whatever happened, it came from me.
It came from my body.