little black dress | five

001. (family reunion)

001. (family reunion)

s1e1

15 years ago

"Three, you go in first and rumor a robber." Number One pointed at Number Three before continuing his plan. "I'll jump in through the roof and then the rest of you can come in and help. Clear?"

"Sounds like you're favoring yourself a little," Number Eight muttered under her breath, though she secretly wished Number One had heard her.

"Let's go." The group split up, One climbing up to the roof and Three sneaking in through the backdoor, the same backdoor that the rest would use to get in too. After the remaining 5 children heard glass breaking, they shared a glance and stormed into the building.

"Guns are for sissies. Real men throw knives." Number Two came running into the lobby, throwing his knives and curving them so they hit a robber that was standing against a wall. He ran further and joined One and Three, who were standing in front of a reception desk. One of the armed robbers was standing on top of it, demanding the children to stay back, though they didn't necessarily listen.

Number Five blinked into the lobby, right behind the armed robber on the reception desk. Right as the man started shooting, Five blinked again, this time appearing on the other side of the robber. The man whipped around, ready to shoot at the boy, but he only realised too late that he wasn't holding his gun anymore.

"Ooh! That's one badass stapler!" Number Five smacker the stapler into the robber's forehead and the man fell off the reception desk, completely stunned.

"We've got another one," Number Eight informed the group. She had joined them a few seconds ago and was scanning the area around her when she saw a shadow on the floor, slowly moving and getting out from behind the wall. Eight formed a ball of dark energy between her hands, holding in out in front of her. She was more than ready to throw it at the person standing there, but she wanted to make sure it was a robber and not a civilian first.

"We can see you. You can come out now," Eight raised her voice as she took a few steps towards the wall, the shadow still visible on the floor. Within a second, the person got out from behind the wall and aimed their gun at Number Eight.

Clearly a robber.

Eight fired the energy at the man, hitting him right in the chest, making him fall down on the floor with a black burn on his skin, leaving him gasping for air.

The Umbrella Academy regrouped behind the desk, Number Six standing in the middle of the circle that the children had formed. The hostages were still standing behind them, duct tape covering their mouths and keeping their wrists together.

"Do we really have to do this?" Number Six questioned the group, but mainly Number One, as he was the one who had been given control over the group by their father.

"Come on, Six. There's more guys in the vault," One pointedly said, nodding his head at the door to signal that there was no other choice for poor Number Six.