Born of the ashes ( umbrella academy fanfic)

Dirt

I have been 'number 8' my whole life.
I don't know who I am anymore, I don't know what I am.
I don't know how it happened or why it did, but I know there's a reason.
Let me take you back to the beginning.

(*Authers pov : hey so are you okay with me calling you loves let me know in the comments. I'm gonna carry on with the story now but let me know if there's any mistakes or ideas you have* :))

*3rd person point of view :
Number 8 lay on her bed staring at the ceiling fiddling with her raven hair and watching it fall over her eyes again and again.
She was wiped, the academy's latest mission was tiresome and nearly a failure, she couldn't help but belive it was her fault, her powers where tiresome after extensive use. Flying wasn't as easy as it looked especially with wings, still she had to admit elemental control was pretty awesome however hard she found it to control.

(auther here, number 8 would've probs been mind wiped except she has wings so that's kinda hard)

Number 8s perspective :
The bell rang for training, ughh I can't be arsed with this today. Still I cambered out of bed not looking forward to what is to come
*time skip to the scene when they run up the stairs as an excersize*
This is going to be easy, I could just fly up, so I do.
Diego and Luther are clearly mad but I just smirk and high five vanya. No surprises here, my father doesn't congratulate me for anything. He couldn't care less. Sometimes I wonder why he even wanted us.
My train of thought is inturrupted by my father yelling "trainings over children, be ready for dinner within the hour"
I grasp vanyas hand as soon as he leaves and tell her she's lucky to not have to train, I assure playing the violin is much more cool than sweating. She starts to laugh before we go out separate ways.
The hour goes rather quickly after showering and changing dinner is served.

I never quite understood why we had dinner so early, I suppose Father wants us to have an early night.
Something was different about tonight,  it was 5, he was mad again. I can't really recall the specifics that day was a blur, it went on like that for months. 5 was gone, but no one wanted to belive it.
He had stormed of, time travelled, the only problem is... he didn't come back.

I suppose he got what he wanted.

(time skip to the next mission)
We where unprepared, lost, still grieving 5, I dont blame them.
I made a choice, a sacrifice. I saved them. No regrets, I die they live, simple as. They threatened Vanya, they threatened Ben, Klaus, Diego, Luther and Allison. All of us, it had to be done.
And I was the one to do it.

I can't remember much, just some one screaming my name, Ex, Exoara and then......

Dirt.

Heyyyyy!!! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, incase your confused basicly number 8 (Exoara) took out a bunch of guys and absorbed alot of radioactive energy.
BTW Ex looks like the photos I put as the cover + title, the wings are like fallen angel wings.
I'll try update every 2-3 week days but I'm still in schl so that might be hard, thanks for reading loves I'll see you spoon.
Spoiler alert, that much energy doesn't tend to just dissappear 😉.