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『 prologue 』
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SIRREGINALD HARGREEVES, is a horrible man.
After the Umbrella Academy decided to give Reginald a visit in nineteen-sixty-three, he couldn't fathom the fact that he failed those children.
They were ill mannered, and weren't responsible over their own abilities.
Reginald decided one day he'd stop this future from being inevitable— so, he adopted a girl.
This child was a 'normal' child, with no powers, no problems, and no life...well, yet.
Reginald did experiments on the girl, trying to find solutions for the powers of the children he had come upon in the sixties.
The girl was constantly stabbed with needles and injected with serums that made her throw up. The girl with no name never fully understood why her father needed to do this, but she had to obey his commands, or...
She didn't even want to think about what would happen. She only ever spoke to a chimp that spoke— yes, spoke.
One day that strung amongst the week, the girl was manipulating the fire that was lit on a wick of a candle. The flame flickered and twisted up and downward— causing her father to be amazed.
He called her Phoenix— but it stuck. At first it was some silly nickname that made the girl smile when she did the right thing. Usually when he was happy he'd call her the unusual nickname.
Plus, she didn't particularly want the number zero as a name— since he figured that on October first, nineteen-ninety-nine he would adopt some particular children.
Phoenix never knew exactly what her abilities were, but she acknowledged that she had them.
It felt like a constant cloud that hung over her head— like the storm could arise at any moment, because sometimes the amazing abilities would change like the seasons.
Once the girl hit thirteen she was given some sort of serum that stopped her growth, and physical appearance.
She hated it.
It was an accident which Reginald was not proud of— which didn't help her case.
Phoenix never experienced anything. She felt trapped— suffocated.
She couldn't breathe in the large mansion which she lived in. Even if the house was spacious— it felt as if it was two feet by two feet.
One day, her adoptive father collected seven children.
Phoenix didn't get it.
Why? He hated kids ( based on her personal experience ).
It was the worst day of her life.
Crying, screaming. It was repetitive— just like house she grew up.
She was a tad jealous that they all had one another to grow up with. She was forced alone— it felt like a solitary confinement.
From there on it just got worse for the girl.
She was always talked down on, and rarely had interaction since Reginald would only care about the babies— and writing down in his notebook the moment they accomplished something.
When the children started training their alienated abilities, Phoenix realized that if she was near them she would gain that ability too— which was unusual since she had her own abilities originally.
It was like the power radiated off the children— and Phoenix could pluck it from their aura.
She could mimic their powers— which they hated.
Once she mimicked the magic once, she could use it for eternity.
It didn't weaken her 'siblings', nor did it hurt them, she wouldn't want that. They just wanted to be unique.
Phoenix didn't get why they wanted it, because she hated it. She felt as if she were to step outside, she would be singled out for being different— but also she never grew up around peers which held the same uniqueness.
If they had the ability to take her abilities— she'd let them. She hated the burden that was constantly dangled in her face.
Reginald started to train the children to be able to fight, and soon they were fighting publicly to help the people of the world.
Then Phoenix was totally in the dark. She only watched her 'siblings' from afar, being cheered at, getting the validation she wanted— that she was starved from.
