"I love you in every timeline."
Madison Henderson had special abilities like the kids of the Umbrella Academy kids. Though Reginald had tried to buy her from her parents, they refused. 20 years later, Madison meets Diego Hargreeves during a mugging...
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~1963~
It was the next day as Diego, Madison and Luther stood in front of Elliott's body. "What do we do?" Luther asked.
Diego sighed as he walked over to the side of the chair. "Clean him up." He began to pull out the assorted tools that were prying Elliott's mouth open. Madison wrinkled her nose as Diego began his work of removing all the weapons from Elliott.
As soon as Diego had pulled out the last weapon and tossed it to the side, Luther draped a teal cloth over Elliott's body. "I can't believe Elliott's dead," Madison remarked.
"He was a good guy." Diego sighed, his eyebrows furrowing as he stared at the cloth covered body. "Deserved better than this." "Yeah," agreed Luther with a small nod.
Diego turned around to face the front of the building, his eyes furrowing further. "Elliott must've been getting too close to the truth," he said in realization. "It smells like the feds."
"What?" Luther questioned as Diego stepped up to the railing and clutched it. "Are you out of your mind? Diego, if this was the federal government, they would take him somewhere and question him. They wouldn't...do this." "I agree with Luther," said Madison. "This is the work of a psychopath."
Diego focused on the bloody writing on the ground of the floor below him and read out, "Oga Foroga. That a name?"
Madison and Luther came over to the railing. Madison stood on Diego's left, Luther on his right. They stared down at the writing. "Oga Foroga," Luther muttered. He gave a small sniff as he looked at Diego. He shrugged, "I'll look her up."
