Dumb & Poetic || The Umbrella Academy

000: epilogue

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On October 1st, 1989, a number of children were born. This in itself is not at all strange or peculiar. What was peculiar was that none of the women who gave birth were pregnant when the day began. 

Reginald Hargreeves found and adopted seven of these children. As they grew, they were found to have special abilities. Like super powers, which he helped them to hone over the years, turning them into a superhero group, that fought crime and did the missions he gave them.

NUMBER ONE: (Spaceboy)  Luther Hargreeves, the leader. He possessed superhuman strength and durability, and lead his siblings on their missions and training. 

NUMBER TWO: (The Kraken)  Diego Hargreeves. Luther's right hand man, he possessed the ability to move things in mid-air with his mind. 

NUMBER THREE: (The Rumour) Allison Hargreeves. She possessed the ability to 'rumour' anyone into doing or saying whatever she wanted. 

NUMBER FOUR: ( The Séance) Klaus Hargreeves.  Who possessed the ability to commune and channel the dead. 

NUMBER FIVE: Who possessed the ability to teleport through time and space. 

NUMBER SIX: (The Horror) Ben Hargreeves. Who had a portal to another dimension that could bring forward gigantic tentacles.

NUMBER SEVEN: (The White Violin) Vanya Hargreeves. Who possessed no powers what-so-ever. She was ordinary. And always would be. 

Reginald named them after his company. The Umbrella Academy.

These children had their issues, of course, but a child never knows the house is burning until they look at it from outside. 

Five vanished one evening, and never returned, leaving six children behind. Ben was lost in the Jennifer incident. The seven children went down to five, and it never really fixed. 

Before Ben's death, Reginald had been working on something more. He spend a lot of time in his office throughout their childhood, but he didn't even go to dinners leading up to his death. All his time was taken up by this new project that they were not allowed to see. 

At least, because his 'new project' was a baby, a lot of them actually stayed for it. It arrived six months before Ben's death, and while the children were mourning the loss of their brother, taking care of or playing with the baby helped. Their father was much softer on this baby than he was on them. Or, he was at first. 

But the children were drifting apart, and a baby was not going to stop that. By the time the baby was two years old, all of the children had left. Except one. 

Luther Hargreeves was everything to the baby, Aurora Hargreeves, as she grew. She would tell him everything. From what she had dreamt about, to what training their father had put her through, to how much she wished to be a actress like her sister when she grew up. 

Luther was good, at first. But the loss of his siblings weighed him down, and before long it was Aurora talking at him more than with him. He wouldn't bother responding, as she'd be too excited to see him to notice. 

When she was nine  years old, Luther was hurt, and injected with a serum that turned him part-ape, and his father sent him to the moon.

Aurora screamed and cried. But even Luther didn't seem to mind. She didn't want him to go. She knew she had siblings out there, but she never knew who they were. Was Luther to become like that? To leave and never come back?

Reginald Hargreeves let her send recorded messages up to him, since she was inconsolable. But he never sent any back. She stopped after only a few weeks. 

She stopped sleeping around then, too. Her robot mother would try to get her to sleep, but it wouldn't work. She'd pretend to sleep so that her mother could recharge. 

She started looking in the siblings rooms. She had never been allowed in them, but if everyone was asleep, would it really matter?

She was in Five's room when she heard a noise in the hallway. 

She looked up from the book she had been reading, and looked at the open door.  The hallway was frightening in the dark. She knew her family would sleep through anything, but she still was frightened to put on the lights. 

She made her way out of the room, and into the hallway, listening, and hearing a voice in the entrance hall. 

"Good one, Dad. Lock the windows. You've never done that before. Or maybe you have."

She made her way down the stairs, hiding behind one of the large pillars, as she looked down the stairs, at a silhouette that made it's mumbling way into the living room, turning on the light. 

She crept down the stairs,  now watching from the doors, as the man walked over to the bar, grabbing something from behind it. 

"Oh, hush, hush, Ben. He's got the money to buy more." The man said. 

She watched, as he poured himself a glass of something, and then walked over to the couch, falling onto it, bottle and glass in hand. 

"I said hush." He moaned, grabbing a cushion and putting it on his head. 

He was quiet for a moment, before he sat up suddenly, looking around the room before his eyes fell on her. 

"Oh, shit. I forgot Dad had you, you demon spawn."

She shook her head. "I'm not a demon."

And so, she met her brother Klaus. And the next four years were filled with sneaking out of the house to find him if she hadn't heard from him. Giving him some things she'd stolen from their father because he said he really needed the money. There were times she had to pull him out of dumpsters and bars, unconscious, and then he'd wake up like it was all fine. 

There was nice times, too. A few times, he'd pawn whatever she'd given him and buy her ice cream, and they'd sit in the park together. He was also the only one to get her birthday presents, though they were probably things he found more than bought. He had been the one to give her a Winnie the Pooh bear on her birthday. It was one of her most treasured possessions. 

Her father died when she had just turned 15 years old. 

Of course, loosing her father was hard. But the hardest thing?

Seeing his children again.