The Umbrella Academy, A Tale Of Blasphemy And Destiny

Chapter four. All the Angels. Part 2/2

Cha-Cha would press a curling iron against a deep and seeping wound. She put her tie and black jacket back on. "That kid is smarter than we expected." Hazel would say, massaging his wrist. Cha-Cha looked at him-Having an extreme contempt towards Hazel. "Why in the holy saviour are you massaging your wrist?" Hazel looked up at Cha-Cha, curious at her sudden hostility. "Well, it's hard hauling around this damn briefcase constantly." Cha-Cha rolled her eyes and sneered. "Sure it is. We're gonna have to start tracking this kid." Hazel raised an eyebrow or two, and made himself known. "That kid annihilated us! I mean, look at what he did to your arm." Cha-Cha would point her finger at him, clenching her teeth in the process. "All you are is the tubby sidekick who would follow what I say, I'm the leader, I'm the one you follow!"

12:09pm

Luther would walk into the diminished boxing club, and approach a fit, young trainer. "Hey, have you seen a Diego Hargreeves round here? I uh heard he does boxing here." Luther would grin, awkwardness beaming off of him. The trainer would too smile awkwardly, and point to Luther. "The, Diego Hargreeves? Like, the Umbrella Academy Diego Hargreeves?" Luther would stay smiling, but sigh with a nod, with a hesitant yes. The trainer would gasp. In their primetime, The Umbrellas were basically A-list celebrities, but throughout the years, their popularity died down. "Oh my god! I have an Umbrella in my workplace! Listen, I know there's tons of crazy fans and all that stuff, but I just absolutely love you guys! I'd just like to say, The Rumour is so hot, she's so-" Luther would cut the trainer off, politely. "Does Diego Hargreeves, number two, The Kraken, go here?" He would say, the smile faded from his face, replaced with a stern and earnest expression. The trainer would nod, the dumbfounded smile still being dragged on either side. "I-I'm not sure, I'm sorry Mr Hargreeves, Luther? Uh, em Spaceboy?" Luther smiled and said to him "Just call me Luther."

6:36pm

Luther would come back to the club at a much later time. He'd see a rugged old man sweeping the floor. Most people were gone by now. "Does a Diego Hargreeves go here?" The janitor looked at Luther, his eyes squinted. "Yeah. The 21st." The janitor would say, still focused on sweeping the floor. "What time was he boxing?" The janitor looked back up at Luther, and smiled. "I'm guessing the the newbie, Josh told you  that. Nah, he lives here. Pays us fifty dollars a month, lives in the basement." Luther and the man shared a laugh, before Luther thanked the man and left.

2:00pm

Five would walk into a white hallway, and check his watch, tightly placed around his wrist. As he was looking, Klaus would jump out of a closet, after spying on the conversation Five was having with Vanya. "I told you to wear something professional." Five would say, clearly dissatisfied in his brothers outfit choice. Klaus would pout, and say "This is the best I own!" Five would roll his eyes. Klaus added "So, all I have to do is pretend to be your dear old dad?" Five nodded, a smile on his face. "Wait, a backstory. Alright so.. Me and your mother.. Met at the disco. But god, your mother, she left for another guy, that slu-t! But the sex was grreatt." He'd say, an exaggerated amount of rasp on his voice. Five was disgusted, "What a terrifying glimpse of what you call a brain." Five walked downstairs, with Klaus sneering at him imitating the role of a father figure "Don't make me put you in time-out, sonny boy!"

They would both arrive at the prosthetics unit, Meritech. Klaus, now wearing a navy blue suit and tie, would confront the technician that Five accused a couple of days ago. Klaus would act upset and shocked, as he proceeded to say, "The last time my son came here, you hit him!" He would say, his voice breaking. The technician raised an eyebrow, confused at what Klaus was talking about. "I didn't touch your son?" Klaus would smile at the technician, concocting a stupid and messy idea. "Then where did he get this swollen lip from?" "Sir, he doesn't have a swoll-" Klaus right hooked Five straight in the face. The technician looked disgusted, and confused, before Klaus  would pick up a snow-globe with a miniature Earth inside of it. "Aw, world peace. How cute." He slammed the snow-globe against his head, confetti, water and blood leaking onto his face. He clenched his head, "Sh-it, that hurt!" The technician spoke-out, concerned and afraid. "What's wrong with you? Security! Sec-" Klaus grabbed the mans hand, with a condescending smile plastered on his face. "You call security, me and my son will tell them you assaulted us, okay?" He'd smile. "Y'know what? You're gonna do great in prison. They'll pass you around like a chicken, Alright? I'd know, I've been. You're, no, you're gonna do great, you're gonna do great." The technician gave into Klaus' threats, and told them the serial number. The technician grabbed the eye, whilst grabbing a large file. He'd skim through it, not able to find it. "I-I don't know. We haven't even created it yet?"

They would both walk outside, Five still grappling onto the eyeball. "THIS IS YOUR FAULT KLAUS! IF YOU DIDN'T PUT UP SUCH A SH-IT-SHOW, WE WOULD'VE BEEN ABSOLUTELY FINE! NO APOCALYPSE!" Klaus would sit on the stairs, his head leaning on his hand. "You must be soo horn-y. You spent 45 years in the apocalypse with no-one." Five looked at him, his face full of expression. Klaus would add to his sentence "Y'know, my longest relationship was three weeks. It was more because I was so tired of looking for somewhere to sleep. He did make some great Osso Buco though." Five blinked to a different place.