𝐔𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲 - 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

Everything was gone. One second was all it took for the world to crumble around us. The once vibrant city now lay in ruins, engulfed in smoke and flames. The sky was a dark, angry red, and the ground was covered in dirt and debris. The acrid scent of burning filled the air, stinging my eyes and clogging my throat.

Five had tried to prove our father wrong. He wanted to show him that he was ready for time travel, that he could handle it. But, of course, he wasn't. None of us were prepared for what happened next. In his arrogance, Five had jumped too far, and everything was torn apart. And like a fool, I ran after him when he stormed out, refusing to be left behind. Why did I follow him? I still don't know. Five had always had this hold over me. Maybe it was because I liked him, more than I cared to admit. I didn't want to be left in the academy, trapped in that place while he explored the world alone. So I went with him.

And now, here we were. The world had ended, and it seemed like Five and I were the last two people alive. We ran through the streets, dodging falling debris, trying to make it back to the academy. My heart pounded in my chest, both from fear and exertion. When we finally reached the academy, the sight that met us made my heart drop. It was destroyed, burning, and crumbling to pieces.

"Allison! Klaus!" I screamed, hoping, praying that someone was still alive. But there was nothing. No response, no sign of life. Just the crackling of the flames and the groaning of the structure as it continued to collapse.

"Ben! Vanya! Anyone!" Five called out beside me, his voice frantic. But there was nothing. No one.

I turned to him, panic rising in my chest. "Five, take us back!" I shouted, my voice almost breaking. I needed him to undo this, to fix it. But when he tried to use his powers, nothing happened. His brow furrowed in concentration, and he tried again, but still, nothing. My heart sank.

"Five, try again," I urged, my voice trembling. He tried once more, his face a mask of frustration and fear, but his powers failed him again. "Come on!" he yelled, his voice echoing in the empty, burning wasteland.

He turned to me, his eyes wide with fear. I knew that look. It was the look of someone who had just realized they were out of options. I shook my head, refusing to believe it. "No," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the roar of the flames. "No. They have to be here. We were here!"

I ran into what was left of the academy, my hands frantically pulling at the broken pieces of what was once our home. "Y/n, stop!" Five called after me, but I ignored him. They had to be here. They just had to be.

"They have to be here! We were here!" I repeated, more to myself than to him, as I kept digging through the rubble, my hands becoming raw and bloodied.

"Y/n!" Five shouted again, louder this time. "They're not here!"

"No! They have to be!" I screamed, my voice breaking as I continued to dig. I felt a tear slip down my cheek, but I ignored it. I couldn't break down now. I had to find them. I had to—

"They're not, Y/n!" Five yelled, his voice breaking through the haze of my panic. His tone was sharp, filled with a mix of frustration and fear. I stopped, my hands stilling as his words finally sank in. I looked around at the desolate ruins of the academy, at the fires that continued to rage around us, and the weight of what had happened crashed down on me all at once.

Tears blurred my vision as I sank to my knees, the reality of our situation hitting me like a punch to the gut. Everyone was gone. We were alone.

I knelt on the ground, my hands gripping the dirt beneath me as if trying to anchor myself to reality. The world around us was unrecognizable—everything we knew was gone, reduced to rubble and flames. I could hear Five's footsteps crunching on the debris behind me, and I sensed him coming to stand beside me. He didn't say anything, didn't try to comfort me. He just stood there, staring out at the destruction that surrounded us. I knew he was doing the same thing I was—trying to process, to understand how everything had gone so wrong so quickly.