The Umbrella Academy, A Tale Of Blasphemy And Destiny

The living embodiment of it could be worse.

"All we have to do is slowly walk outside the front door, and dodge everyone, and I mean everyone. Including mom and Pogo." Allison quietly whispered. "Why are we even doing this? He's always acting like he doesn't care about anything, and he's always just so, so high!" Luther sighed and looked at Allison. "I'm only doing this if I get a kiss at the end. Deal?" "Deal, big guy." They both crept outside of Allison's room and to the stairs. They both thought everyone else was minding their own business, but what a mistake that was.. "Number one! Number three! How dare you both try to leave the house without permission! Both of you, here now!" They both looked at eachother, consequently taking the walk of shame into the kitchen. "Number one, Number three. You know the rules of this home. You know the warnings, and you know what happens when you disobey."
"Yes father." They both said in unison. Their voices were quiet, and husk.
"Number five!" Five, who never got a name, quickly teleported downstairs. "What have they done?" Five pondered. "They tried to escape the house without permission." Five clicked his tongue and looked at both Allison and Luther. "Your not built for these streets son, not at all." He breathed in, and sighed greatly. "The most adequate punishment would be locking them in their rooms with no escape, or allowing them to continue this and eventually get caught by someone else." Reginald looked at Five and his smug smile. "Rather fine treatments Number Five. You shall continue your current.. Project." He glared back at Luther and Allison. They both gulped, and had fear strike in their eyes. They both ran up to their room, still staying quiet. "This is why we shouldn't help people who don't need help, Allison!" "If you were stuck in some mausoleum for hours at a time, you'd be having every hope at least someone would try and save you." Allison turned away in spite, and locked her bedroom door. Luther looked away to see Diego, and a large cut in his head. "What happened Diego?!" "I may or may not have been practising knife throwing put as I was throwing it I cut my head and now my head is killing me, dad's gonna kill me and I'm gonna have to get stitches." Luther sighed. "Moms with Vanya, practicing Violin." Diego nodded, "Thanks.." Diego rushed to Vanya's room, and impatiently knocked on her door. "Mom, mom, mom, mom!" "One second Vanya." Grace said with a large smile on her face. "I told you to be careful Diego! Let me patch that up for you." She grabbed Diego's hand and took him to the bathroom. "Thats gonna need stitches.." She sighed and looked at him. "You'll feel seven scratches okay?" Grace pulled the needle out, and went closer and closer to his head. Diego held his breath, tears were forming in his small eyes. "Your doing great with speaking, Honey! You've been extremely clear." Grace smiled, trying to cheer him up. "After this you can have some warm pancakes and fruit. Okay?" Diego nodded. As soon as Grace was done, he hugged her and kissed her cheek. "Thanks mom.."

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