Bloodshot - the umbrella academy

Chapter 8 - The Eye

(I'm so sorry for not writing for AGES. hopefully I'm going to be  writing more soon - I wasn't in a great place before and tbh I didn't really have a good idea of what I wanted to do next with the story. Honestly I still don't really. Anyway, sorry again. - fern <3 )

TW: s3lf h4rm, blood, mild violence

Darcie was going up the never ending-staircases to her room, exhausted from the night before. So much for "nah, I'm good, I had way too much last night." She had said that yesterday, so two days straight drinking. I mean it wasn't like she had anything important to do, she might as well. The girl could see how Klaus enjoyed it so much, if you took enough you could let the whole world collapse and not give less of a fuck.

Shuffling noises from above interrupted her thoughts. It appeared to be Five and Klaus, weird. Five normally couldn't stand their brother. 

The junkie pushed right past Number Five to get to his sister. "Darcie! Sleep well?"

"Klaus, I think you already know the answer to that."

"Oh, yeah, right. Suppose you're feeling shit. Anyway, wanna come and help Fivey here obtain the information on his wittle glass eye?" Klaus offered.

"Mhm. Depends. Where're you going?"

Her brother turned to the small boy. "Aertech lab. It makes fake, prosthetic body parts." Five explained.

"Sure, got nothing better to do anyway."

"Splendid! Off we shall go!" Klaus cheered, dancing down the rest of the stairway, holding Darcie's hand and swirling her around.

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"Like I said to your son earlier, any information about the prosthetics we build is strictly confidential." The doctor before the family stated. They were in a rather tall glass building, sitting in front of a desk in which also happened to be made of glass too.

"Without the client's consent, I simply can't help you." The doctor finished.  

Five was leaning on the desk. "Well, we can't get consent if you don't give us a name." He gritted through his teeth in frustration, squinting his eyes.

"Well, that's not my problem."

Meanwhile, Darcie was busy playing with a hair tie on her wrist.

"Sorry. Now, there's really nothing more I can do, so-" The doctor was interrupted.

"And what about my consent?" Klaus questioned.

"Excuse me?"

"Who gave  you permission..to lay your hands.. on my son?" Darcie acted out, gasping through words before standing up. As did Klaus too.

"What?" Both, the doctor and Five  furrowed their eyebrows at the them both.

"You heard us." Klaus continued.

"I didn't touch your son."

"Oh really? Well, then how did he get that swollen lip?" Darcie finished his sentence.

"He doesn't have a swollen lip.."

The girl turned to the small boy to the left of her and felt her fist meet his jaw, just enough damage to freak out the weak man before them.

Five turned his head and held his jaw in slight agony. Klaus inhaled a sharp breath, "I want it. Name, please. Now." 

The doctor pointed a finger. "You're all crazy."