Gnosis

CHAPTER 9: CHANGES I

Word Count: 4070

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March 30, 2019

- The Umbrella Academy

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(Y/n) sat on the couch, her hands fidgeting as her mind swirled with the emotions she had picked up from Allison. The intensity of her pain had been too much for her to bear, so when the others rushed Allison into the medical room, she chose to stay behind, retreating into the quiet of the living room.

After a while, Diego, Klaus and Five came back. Klaus immediately slumped down beside (Y/n).

"The bastard that nearly killed our sister is still out there with Vanya," Diego said, his voice tense. He looked like he wanted to tear into something, anything, just to let out the rage coursing through him. "We need to go after her."

"Vanya is not important," Five interjected.

His tone was cold, detached—too detached for the situation at hand. He was pacing in front of them, brow furrowed, and though his words were stringent, there was a layer of stress behind his eyes. He wasn't ignoring his sister's plight; he was simply prioritizing survival, as always. But it didn't make it any easier for the others to hear.

"Five," (Y/n) scolded, her voice firm as she stood up from the couch, crossing the room to stand near him.

"Hey, that's your sister. A little heartless, even for you, Five," Diego snapped.

Five didn't flinch. His eyes were hard, his mind clearly set. "I'm not saying I don't care about her," he replied. "I'm just saying that if the apocalypse happens today, she dies along with the other seven billion of us."

For a bit, the room fell silent.

"I mean, he's not wrong," (Y/n) admitted quietly. Her words hung in the air, and Diego whipped around to stare at her in disbelief, as if she had betrayed him.

"You're siding with him?" Diego asked incredulously, his anger shifting toward her now.

(Y/n) winced at his tone but didn't waver as she met his gaze. "Well, stopping Harold Jenkins is more important. He's the one pulling the strings, and if we don't deal with him, there won't be anything left to save Vanya from."

Diego's nostrils flared, and for a moment, it looked like he was going to explode, but then his shoulders slumped.

"I agree. Let's go," He said, stepping toward the door.

Five looked over at (Y/n) for a brief moment, a silent, confused exchange passing between them before shrugging and following behind him.

"You guys count me out," Klaus muttered as he slouched deeper into the couch. "No offense or whatever. It's just... I kind of feel like this is a whole lot of pressure for newly-sober me, so..."

"You're coming," Diego insisted, his voice leaving no room for debate. But Klaus shook his head.

"No, no, no," Klaus objected dramatically, just like how he always did when trying to weasel out of responsibility. "I think we can all agree that my power's... I mean, it's pretty much useless. I'd just be holding you guys back."

"Oh, wow. Really?" (Y/n) let out a disbelieving scoff, folding her arms. "And you don't hear me complaining." She added under her breath. She grabbed his arm, giving it a firm tug to pull him to his feet, but Klaus remained rooted to the couch, his lanky frame going completely limp as he resisted.

"Klaus, get up," Five sighed, sounding more annoyed than concerned. His sharp eyes narrowed on his brother as if daring him to keep up the act.

Klaus pulled a face like a petulant child. "You can't make me," he said, sticking his tongue out as if testing how far he could push before someone really lost their temper.