After just getting back from the apocalypse you find that the Hargreeves are all back at the umbrella accademy to mourn the death of their father Reginald. Only just getting back you stuggle with the memories of being alone in the apocalypse, and th...
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“Five...look,” I gesture to my head to the group. With one hand still gripping mine Five turns and looks back at the group of men. When the group disappears upstairs Five turns to me motioning his hand towards the upstairs. With his hand still in mine I nod before we both sneak upstairs after the men.
Getting to the top of the steps me and Five wait for the men to walk into their meeting room. Before stepping out and heading towards the room they went to. But Five stops and turns towards me.
“When we’re in there you c-”
“Can’t talk, I know. I may have lost my memory but I’m not stupid,” I say, chuckling the last part. Five nods turning away as he warps both of ys into the room. Appearing in the room I am hit in the face with clothes and so is Five. Still holding Five’s hand we both turn around to see that we are behind a closet door.
“The president is continuing to make inquiries into Roswell and the other crash sites, gentlemen,” One of the men says. Letting go of my hand Five steps closer towards the closet door, peeking through the blinds. Resting my hand on his shoulder I lean forward to get a better look as well. “And, as you know, we cannot allow him to get his nose into our business. I’ve confirmed the motorcade will indeed be turning left on Elm Street. We’ll have our people in place.”
“Gentlemen,” One of the other men says. “This plan of yours seems ill-timed.”
“It’s going to be a turkey shoot,” Another man says.
Backing up a little bit, Five hit’s one of the clothes hanging up, causing it to make noise. All the men outside all fall silent before looking our way.
“Dad?” Five says staring at one of the men. The only man that seems to not be wearing black.
Grabbing a fire poker, the man in the blue tux steps our way. Scared I interlace my fingers with Five’s using my other hand to grab the upper half of his arms. Still staring at the man Five squeezes my hand softly, starting to back up as the man steps closer.
Raising the fire poker the man gets ready to swing it down on the door. But Five quickly warps us out and into the hallway before they can have the chance to find out we’re in there.
Exhaling sharply Five lets go of my hand and starts fixing his Jacket before looking over at me. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I nod as we both start to turn around to hear downstairs. “I can’t believe that your dad-”
Turning around me and Five see that there is a white haired man standing just a couple feet in front of us, and before I can finish my sentence the bottom of his foot connects with my stomach. Causing me to stumble back a couple feet before falling back. Waiting a moment I watch as the man grabs onto the neck of Five’s shirt tossing him towards the wall. But Five warps out of his grip and behind him before kicking him in the back of the leg causing him to fall to his knees.
