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"Ben?"..... "Ben?!" Thunder claps and thorns grow up the side of Hargreeves Manor, tangling together like chainmail to create a thick barrier. Heaves are barely audible under the hurricane lashing down, squeaking like a dog's old chew toy, desperate to clutch onto any oxygen the smokey air permits. A small yet bloodied hand reaches out amongst the rubble to stretch towards the tangled limbs once called a body, more desperate even than the lungs fighting for breathe. A pale, ash-coated palm grapples at the debris-covered ground ignoring the sharp pain penetrating the soft skin when the jagged edges came in contact.
A determined huff left the young girl's mouth, sacrificing what little air she had collected from the sparsely ventilated street. She manages to gain enough strength in her upper body to push herself up onto her hands and knees, letting out a cry of pain at a new ache that married her back. With a little more effort, she staggered to her feet and stumbled to her destination, dropping to her knees once again upon her arrival.
Looking down at the once gleefully boy, the girl couldn't help but let wet streaks of tears race down her cheeks, dripping off her face to the floor. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she shook him in a foolish attempt to bring him back, as if the rips and lacerations weren't proof enough that he's gone. But delusion keeps her going, calling out his name like it's a mantra, repeating the three letter word like it would make any difference.
"Ben! Please... Ben!"
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Thorne Wreaths ~ The Umbrella Academy
FanfictionBorn on the first of October 1989, Tatum took the position of Number 4 in the Umbrella Academy after being adopted by billionaire Sir Reginald Hargreeves, along with her seven siblings, due to the powers she received at birth. However, an unfortunat...
