You're Not The Only One's

Chapter V

Blinding bright lights spotted the darkness of my vision, slowly causing me to squint my closed eyes before opening them. It took a while for my hazel orbs to get used to the shimmering light, but when I did I noticed something different about my surroundings. Firstly, there was a grand balcony above me, overhanging the room I was laying down in with an immaculate and eccentric oak wood railing. Secondly, huge, detailed paintings of portraits and landscapes were hung up upon seemingly every inch of the wall, covered in shades of gorgeous colours and presented with only the finest gold frames. Enormous rectangular windows- smoothly curved at every corner- allowed the luminescent sunlight to pour into the room and also revealed the hundreds of dust mites floating around in the indivisible air slowly, almost gracefully.

Realising I was nowhere familiar, I quickly sat up from the couch I only now realised I had been laying on, and further portrayed my surroundings. A circular wooden coffee table was to my left- as well as a stone-brick fireplace- and to my right were two hallways leading outside of the room. Two sets of quartz pillars stood proudly in front of me and behind me, seemingly there not only for posh architecture but to provide support for the balcony above. Where the fuck was I? My thoughts were soon twisted and warped together in some sort of frenzy for what seemed liked hours- but was probably only a few short but panicked seconds- before I was able to recollect everything that had taken place the previous night. In a panic I threw off the blanket- that had surprisingly been covering me which I thought was a little odd- and tried desperately to get up, but it seemed my adrenaline rush hadn't lasted long because as soon as tried moving my right leg I grunted loudly in pain and discomfort.

Inspecting my leg, I came to a conclusion that it had to be the injury i had received from last night whilst in the midst of the fight. What I thought was strange was that my wound had been patched up and taken care of, something I wouldn't of expected from my kidnappers to do. After all I did almost kill them. Well, some of them I nearly did. Now knowing I was weaker than I had previously remembered, I slowly moved myself up from the couch and into a standing position whilst gritting my teeth in pain. Manoeuvring myself across the room and into one of the hallways with a slight limp, I soon began to hear muffled noises echo through the house. It was very obviously voices of people talking amongst themselves in a nearby room. Getting closer to where I could begin to clearly hear the people muttering towards one another, I almost immediately figured out two very important findings.

One- I recognised the voices to be those of the Umbrella Academy (thanks to them always being presented on the news and talking with the interviewers, in social gatherings and often being presented on social media). Secondly, it was very clear as to what they were muttering about; Me.
"Look, I'm telling you Luther, if we tie her up, interrogate her, let Allison say god knows what to her, then we'll get all the answers we need!"
"No, Five, that'll scare her. What we need to do is cooperate with her- even make a deal with her if we have too- so both sides can begin to trust one another and therefore find a solution."
"We'll, I'm sorry to burst your bubble Luther, but we kidnapped one of the opposing sides- there's no way we can form some sort of agreement now!"

From what I could hear Luther and Five were beginning to argue and fight with one another about what to do with me before someone else spoke up.
"Okay you two idiots, how about I talk to her. You know, girl to girl. At least that way i can make sure we get the information we need." That time it sounded accurately similar to Allison who barged into the argument in a confident tone.
"Yeah see! Little sis can do all the talking! And hey, if the enemy doesn't speak I could always just sprinkle her with my 'magic powder' right!" Immediately I could tell at that time it was Klaus who was able to even utter out a word let alone a sentence due to the heard commotion.
"Klaus! Stop bringing drugs into everything! That's certainly not going to help us, and you know what'll happen if Dad finds you with that!" It took me a while to pinpoint that highly sensible and logical voice, and the only person I could honestly pinpoint it too was Ben.