The Umbrella Academy, A Tale Of Blasphemy And Destiny

Chapter One. In which where everything goes Wonderfully Wrong.

"The Human mind is complicated, and complex. Thus creating the reason why you'll be granted a.. Hefty pay, all for that sweet, sweet child.." Reginald commented, with drink thick on his tongue, and smoke bouncing on his wrinkled, thin forehead. "Отлично. Вы можете взять его за одиннадцать тысяч рублей." A young, USSR citizen replied to him. This woman would give birth to Number seven. The outcast. The freak. "Wonderful, My lady." He looked at and flicked the money. "Eleven thousand. Are you sure not more? Surely your own DNA is worth more than eleven grand." She stayed silent, her eyes shiny, and wet. "This is my queue to exit. Farewell. Our deal has been most wondrous."

Reginald Hargreeves got Seven out of the 43.

Hargreeves never named them. He never cared to. "Number one! Gather me number Seven! She needs her medication. Come with haste Number one!" Number one, who's name is Luther, and number Seven, the outcast, who was named Vanya, both rushed downstairs with no hesitation whatsoever. "Number seven. You shall take your medication. Otherwise you shall spend the rest of your day in the vault." "Maybe if your lucky you'll be stuck in the mausoleum with Klaus!" Luther, mocked. "We shall not talk about our liabilities in this family. Now, Number one, you shall go back to your room and remain there until Dinner." "Yes father." Luther murmured whilst he sat on the fourth step. Grace, their animatronic mother grabbed Vanya's soft, tubby hand. "Why don't we go practice violin, honey?" Vanya nodded, slowly. She swiftly swallowed her medication, and crept up to her desolate room. "Grace. Go check on number two. He's been rather quiet ever since we.. Punished, number four." Grace nodded, and turned around. "Go on!" Reginald turned too, facing the window. He put his hands behind his back and spoke to Number one. "Number one. When you have aged, I have a difficult mission for you. Since you are the.. Strongest, I will have high hopes and expectations for your future endeavour." He turned to face the young preteen. "Do not, disappoint me." Reginald quickly walked away, and left Luther on his own. "Hm.. I could hang out with Allison, or~ I could go and help mom find Diego.. Nah. Allison needs the most affection. She has it hard." Luther slowly walked upstairs, to find Allison sat at her vanity, giving herself a pep talk in the mirror. "Your good enough, and beautiful.." Allison sighed, and looked up at Luther. Her cheeks flushed red and she quickly stood up to hug him. "Mm, Luther! I needed that damn hug so bad.." "Well, your favourite superhero came to help.." Allison pulled a face, and quickly looked back at Luther. "Where's Klaus?" Luther sighed, but then smiled again. "This isn't about him, it's about us.." Allison eyes sparked in anger, like a flash of lightning. "I'm asking where he is, he's our brother!" "Alli-" "I heard a rumour you told me everything you know about his location." Luther's eyes whitened, blanked out. He muttered the words, slowly saying "Dad.. Put him in the mausoleum.."

Allison sighed. "Damn it.. Your coming with me big guy!"

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