The Umbrella Academy, A Tale Of Blasphemy And Destiny

A race between the Dog and the Rabbit

(Play the song at the bolded word.)

Vanya put a pillow and blanket on her messy olive coloured couch. "Make yourself at home I guess. Ask me if you need or want anything." Five nodded, again, and shut his eyes. Vanya had an affectionate smile, not expecting Five to be an absolute pr-ck. Just as she was about to get into bed herself, her house-phone rang. She smiled in confusion. "Hello?" She said to the phone. "Oh hey, Miss Vanya Hargreeves, right? Anyway, I was just wondering if I could do violin lessons." Vanya put the phone to her side and smiled again. "O-of course, what time?" The mystery caller replied, "Tomorrow maybe?" Vanya said, "Three maybe?" The mystery caller reacted to Vanya. "Sure." The caller put the phone down. 

Vanya got up out of her bed, brushed her teeth and a grabbed a bowl, and a cereal box. She walked into the living room. "Five?" She looked around frantically, looking for Five. "Five?! Five!" "God, I already lost him! The others are gonna be p-ssed!" She sat on the couch, and her head in her hands.

 Hazel had a warm smile on his face as he questioned the receptionist. "We'd like to get a room here." Cha-Cha put a credit card on the registration desk. The balding receptionist looked at both Hazel and Cha-Cha, one eyebrow raised. "How many?" Cha-Cha looked at the dumbfounded receptionist and rolled her eyes. "Two, obviously." The receptionist looked at them both before giving them a set of keys. "Room 2." The pair walked off into their designated room. As they were un-packing, a metallic cylinder came through a pipe in the motel room. Cha-Cha picked it up and unscrewed the lid. "What does it say, Cha?" Hazel undone his laces, whilst Cha-Cha stared at the note attentively. "It's off the boss." "New guy to get". Hazel looked up to Cha-Cha, with a sceptic look on his face. "Really?" "Thought after we did such a terrible job with McKinley we would've been let go." Cha-Cha looked back and Smirked.

Five walked into the Donut shop and sat next to an old man. The old woman at the cash register asked them both, "What can I get for you and the little one sir?" She said whilst holding up a note-pad and pen. "I'll have a, uhh.. Cream and Jam donut, and the kid can have.." Five had a sh-t-eating smile on his face whilst he said, "Coffee. Black." Just as the waitress, who's name was Agnes, was getting their orders, multiple men dressed in black stormed through the door.  One of them pointed an AR15 Towards Five. "You're comin' with us kid." The man that was sat next to Five hid underneath a table. Five looked down at the table, a smirk still plastered on his face. "C'mon, kid. I don't want killin' a kid on my mind tonight when I go home." Five grabbed a butter-knife from the table, and fiddled with it. "Well lucky for you, you aren't going home tonight." Five stabbed the man in the eye, before attacking the rest. "Is that the best you can give, old fella?" Five said as he kicked one of the men down, and standing on his head. He crushed the mans head, and then choked another, shot another, stabbed one of them in the throat with a pencil. "C'mon, surely you can do better than try to kill a child!" He said as he forced one of the men to stab another. He panted before sitting back down. He groaned as he slit his forearm, removing a tracking device. He brought it outside and left it on the sidewalk.

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