I Hate You Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

2: Love and Hate

Practice that day was extra miserable. Reg was having us duel again for the third day in a row which isn't so bad until you run out of energy.

"Number One and Number Two," Reginald ordered and they groggily took to the hard mat.

"Again?" Two grouched.

Dad gave them an eagle eyed stare and they backed down. We're the ones with power yet somehow he holds all of it. "Begin." Spaceboy won yesterday and the Kraken the day before when they were pit against each other so we were all curious to see how this would go.

Child Captain America lunged for Two, but he didn't make it before Real Man threw his knives, pinning his ridiculous green jumpsuit to the wall. He tried to jimmy his way out, but he was stuck. "I tap." One sighed. "Still think its unfair that you get knives," he grumbled.

Two shrugged. "I get knives, you get super strength." Two helped unstick his brother then tucked his knives back into his jacket pockets while One stepped off the mat.

"Number Two and Number Three," their dad called next. Three rocked back and forth on her toes at the ready. "Begin."

"Nothing personal." The Kraken chucked his knives and pinned her to the wall as he did One, but she smirked.

"I heard a rumor that you tapped out." Two's eyes glowed white with a stupefied expression and he did just that.

"Number Three and Number Eight."

"Ready, Adele?" I raised a brow with my own sly smile.

"Oh you betcha." She grinned back.

"Begin."

I quickly changed into Three before she finished her sentence. "I heard a rumor—"

"—That you tapped out," I redirected her rumor. "Who's next?"

"Number Eight and Number Four." We exchanged smiles. "For this, Number Eight, you will not be using your powers. This will strictly be hand to hand combat." I nodded then turned back into myself. "Begin."

My hand to hand was sketchy to say the least, but Daddy-o has been making me use it a lot more lately so it's gradually getting better. Probably why he does it.

"Heyyy, Eighty." He scratched the back of his neck.

I waved and we scooted closer. "Hola, Ghostbuster." I bounded over to him, but he swept my feet out from underneath me last minute. I yapped then he pinned me to the ground.

"Tell you what, if you admit you like Cinco I'll let you go."

"Never." I flipped over on top of him in a sturdier hold. " 'Cause I don't." I gave him an exaggerated grin. He rolled his eyes and slapped the mat.

"Number Eight and Number Five." A hush fell over the crowd. You could hear the flap of a fly's wing in the still air. Should've just taken the loss.

"Jeez, the tension is higher than me," the Séance quipped.

Five took the mat and loosely readied himself. "Begin."

Neither of us moved at first. I shook myself out of my daze and tightened my ponytail then bolted towards him. Five blinked to the other side of me and snagged me in a chokehold. I pried at his hands as my throat grew tight, but it was futile.

I twitched my nose in annoyance then flipped him over my shoulder and pinned him to the ground. It was a sloppy pin, even he could see it. I'm pretty sure everyone could. I began to fix it, but stopped and furrowed my eyebrows. It was like he was pretending to try to get away. He could free himself in a second.