𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐒𝐄 - umbrella academy-b.h

𝐢𝐯. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

▶️suddenly i see - KT tunstall

"she fills up every corner like she's born in black and white
makes you feel warmer when you're trying to remember
what you heard
she likes to leave you hanging on her word"

ep1s1 / ep2s1

"WHAT THE FUCK? WHY WOULD I KNOW WHO THE VERY KIND-LOOKING PRICKS WITH GUNS ARE?" Sammie gritted her teeth, her eyes boring into Five's suddenly prick-ish face. The boy sat there, sipping his coffee, way too calm that there were about ten guys about to shoot up the place, whereas Samara was tapping her nails on the table, ready to launch herself over the counter and crawl through a vent she'd spotted. "Well that was fast. I thought they'd have more time before they found me... you guys should've found her a long time ago," he voiced to the men, nodding his head over to the girl. 

Five was steadfast in his approach in ignoring Samara, growing more irritated with her but he was of vital importance to her. The girl furrowed her brows, swivelling on the stool to face the boy in absolute confusion. Feeling a sharp pressure in the back of her neck, supposedly from the muzzle of one of the guy's rifles, she inhaled sharply. Samara was fucking horrified, how she was involved she had no clue. But her fear had been stamped out by the feeling of Five's hubris. The boy was so arrogant and so unafraid that it began to rub off on the girl... to the point where she'd do something stupid. "Yeah dicks," she muttered to the one with the rifle lodged into her neck. 

He retaliated by pressing it further inwards and she let out a breathless squeal of pain. The spokesman with his gun aimed towards the Hargreeves boy had nodded, "Okay... so let's all be professional about this, yeah?" the man was evidently trying to come off as intimidating, trying to scare Five into whatever the fuck they wanted, but it quite literally did not phase the boy, seeing as he sipped his coffee with a satisfied smile twisted onto his face. Samara was horrified by it all- Five was a lunatic, the guys with the guns were swarmed like wasps around the shop, and all the girl wanted to do was taunt them, but she knew she'd get her brain blown to pieces. "On your feet, come with us. They want to talk. The girl too," he ordered but all Sammie could think about was who "they" were. It could've been some weird ass cult she joined when she fell off the wagon after she left the Academy with the rest of them. But even for her, that was a little extreme. "I've got nothing to say," Five's unbothered gaze fell into his cup of consecrated caffeine, his eyes subtly swimming in the pure bottomless pit of the drink. "Yeah, same dude," Samara vacuously voiced, her brain seemingly having fallen from her skull before it could get shot out of her. Five had chosen to defend her, despite him accusing her of knowing these idiots nearly five seconds ago, "She's clueless, evidently. Just leave her,"

"It doesn't have to go this way. Those aren't orders, you know that's not how things work. You think I want to shoot a woman and a kid? Go home with that on my conscience?" the SWAT man had articulated clearly, almost cautiously. "Well, I wouldn't worry about that... You won't be going home," that's when Samara knew shit was going to get anarchic. In her peripheral, she detected Five's scrawny little fingers inching towards the butter knife before him as he then blinked behind the SWAT guy and impaled the filthy metal blade into his neck, blood spewing like a sprinkler. That's when Samara immediately jumped to action, grabbing  the muzzle from behind her and pulling it down so the bullets would hit the floor by her legs rather than the bullets leaving a hole in her neck. 

She took the time she had when he was trying to regain control of his rifle to kick him in the groin with a devilish cackle leaving her mouth. The man groaned out, his body doubling over, Samara howled with the adrenaline now pumping but because she was free from his grasp,  shots were fired at her from across the room so she slid over the counter effortlessly, falling onto the floor. There were cubbies of cutlery, salt-shakers and sauces stashed away under the counter where she now lay. Now, her powers may not be able to cause harm at this particular moment but Diego did try to show her how to fight because if they were going to avenge the people, cracking the skulls of thieves and rapists and shit, she was going to need an upper hand because honestly, there's a point where deciding whether somebody's angry or sad doesn't cut it. She recalled how he told her to throw a knife- of course it came naturally to him, but he had an etiquette which could probably teach her a few things: how to hold it, stance and the speed at which you throw it. The only disadvantage she was at now was the fact they were butter knives- people used this to cut their donuts or spread butter on toast.