Insomniac

Fourteen

    Outside matched the event of the hour. Grayson stood beside Allison. An umbrella in the clutches of her gloved hands. The black dome protected her from the droplets of rain that downed onto them.

The others all stood around the courtyard. By Ben's statue.

"Did something happen?"

Grayson turned her head to look towards their mother, a sad smile etched her face. The poor woman was lost, and no one knew what to do about it.

"Dad died. remember?" Allison tells her,

"Oh. Yes, of course." She says, looking away into the distance.

With a raised brow, Allison turned to look at Diego. "Is mom okay?"

Diego shrugged his shoulders. He stood in between the two. Letting the water pour down on him. He nodded. "Yeah, yeah, She's fine. She just needs to rest. You know, recharge." He said.

Grayson sighed, her eyes shift from the ground towards Klaus, who had pulled out a cigarette. Not hesitating, she walked past the others and towards him. Holding onto her hand, Klaus rolled his eyes but handed her one anyway. She smiled as he lit it for her, ignoring the looks she got from the others, and especially Five, she moved back to her spot by the statue.

Luther cleared his throat. Standing before his siblings, holding the ashes of their father. And just then did Pogo finally approach the half circle.

"Whenever you're ready, dear boy." The chimp says, looking towards the leader with a head nod.

With a sigh, Luther pulled out the bag from the urn and proceeded to dump the ashes out of it.
Though, because of the lack of wind, it did nothing but create a small pile on the ground before him. Grayson couldn't help but snicker to herself.

"Probably would have been better with some wind." He says. Looking up from the ground.

"Does anyone wish to speak?" Pogo questions, looking towards the children before him. He had wished there was an easier way to bring them back together again.

Grayson bit the inside of her cheek, as she leans up against Ben's statue, she wonders if anyone would.She figured Luther would've been first to say something. But when he didn't, she looked around at the others, who all stayed silent. She took a pull from her cigarette and let out a breath. The smoke disappearing in the mist.

Pogo, noticing no one was going to say anything, sighed softly. "Very well." He said. "In all regards, Sir Reginald Hargreeeves made me what I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his debt. He was my master.....and my friend, and J shall miss him very much. He leaves a complicated legacy—" He finished.

Grayson couldn't help but feel bad for the butler. But she also couldn't help but inwardly scoff at his words. Clearly, there were many versions of her father.

Some saw him as a genius. As a man of science and brilliants. A rich man, the creator of the Umbrella Academy.  Some saw him as a father. A husband, a friend. Grayson didn't see him as any of that. To her, he was just someone who brought them all together for his own purpose. Someone who didn't care about others or their feelings.

And clearly, she wasn't alone on her thought.

"He was a monster."