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『 the umbrella academy 』
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FIVE DRUMMED HIS fingers against Delores's knee, as Delores leaned her head on the window of the van that was falling apart.
Diego drove extremely fast, and Delores kept almost hitting her head on the glass of the window when he would make a turn.
She kept her eyes closed, knowing that if she looked at any one of the family, she would most likely puke and make the van stinker than it already was.
Delores was nervous since Five had to stop at his apartment to get his gun. Hopefully, it didn't get the point of using it.
The tires of the car screeched loudly as Diego took a quick left turn, causing Delores to practically throw herself onto Five.
"Jesus, Diego." Five huffed, and gently pushed Delores off of him.
The car came to an abrupt stop, and Diego just sent them a committed look. Not even caring if they were going to backseat drive— although they were scared for their lives, and not really trying to backseat drive.
Lila got out, then opened the large sliding door of the van for the rest of the family, "Stay behind Five. He's got the gun." she scoffed, and Five glared at her as they filed out of the car.
Five helped Delores out of the car, as the rest of the family rushed out. Delores exhaled sharply, her breath white from the cold outside.
They slowly approached the dry cleaners, and Five pulled his gun from his waistband, and his flashlight from his pocket. He then held the flashlight over the gun, as Luther opened the door to the place.
Five walked around, as everyone else began to quietly file into the small building. Delores swallowed thickly, nauseated from nerves and déjà vu that ran up her spine.
It was ominously quiet, and Luther followed right behind Five as he trailed down the row of hung-up clothes in plastic bags. Delores was behind Luther.
"Guys!" Klaus whisper-shouted, "Can't you smell that?" he asked, nervously looking around as he followed behind Delores, "This place is a chemical wasteland."
Delores looked over her shoulder at the paranoid man, seeing he had a gaze mask on, "It's not World War I, Klaus. I think you're okay." she whispered back.
