𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ☂︎︎ five hargreeves ¹

𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃
( chapter one )

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𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃. She didn't age when she was stuck in her mind? How is that possible? And what was in the serum her father gave her? She had so many unanswered questions.

But unfortunately, she'd have to save them for later. It was the day of the funeral.

She went up the stairs and into her bedroom, which hadn't changed. It wasn't dusty, which meant Grace had been cleaning and dusting. The walls were a light blue shade and had posters of bands and pictures of Alora and her siblings. Paintings were stacked in the corner and her desk had old paint pallets and brushes. She reached over and picked up a photo of her and Five when they were little.

Smiling to herself, she put down the picture and went to her cupboard to find some clothes. Except.. she didn't have any, just her old Umbrella Academy uniform.

Great.

She moved downstairs to Allison's room to see if she had any clothes. Luckily, she did and Alora fitted into wavy black pants, a light pink shirt and a black jacket. Putting the hood up, she left the room and back downstairs.

"Oh my god." A voice spoke.

Alora turned around to see a woman with curly hair and dark skin looking at her. "Who are you?" She asked.

"Alora..." the woman started to tear up which made Alora's eyes widen. "It's me; Allison."

Allison was Number Three of the Umbrella Academy. Also, the only other girl with powers and the two girls were close as kids. She could manipulate and get anything she wanted by simply saying 'I heard a rumour.' which was pretty cool.

"Oh my god! Allison!" Alora sped over to her sister and crushed her in a hug. The two stood there for a moment before Allison pulled back to study the girl's face.

"You're- you're young?"

"Yeah." Alora winced. "Not the greatest, I'll tell you that. I'm so glad you're here!"

"How long have you been awake?" Allison asked, eyebrows furrowed but smiling.

"Oh, about an hour." She waved her hand in dismissal.

"An hour?! How are you even awake?"

"Long story, but basically Dad made a serum thingy and now I'm awake! Also he's dead, don't know if you heard. But I suppose that's why you're back, hm?" Alora was kind of bitter about being left alone in her mind when she could still talk to the others outside. Then one day she was patiently waiting for one of the other kids to check in. Spoiler alert: they didn't.

"I'm so sorry, Lora." Allison pulled her in for another hug.

"Alora?" A man's voice echoed through the entrance.

The girls turned to face the man, who Alora guessed was Diego with all the knives hanging off of him.

Diego was Number Two. He and Luther (Number One) were always competing. Diego has the power to manipulate the trajectory of whatever he threw. Knives, books or pillows (which made pillow fights suck).