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FROM the outside of the black vehicle it looks like two teenagers having a heated conversation in a moment of crisis. which is true. only this conversation wasn't particularly about the lack of love or care in their relationship or who should have paid the bill. this conversation was a very crucial one, discussing the matters of the world and the end of life of every living thing on its surface.
"so that's how it all ends, huh?" rose questions, looking out the windshield of the car, to the city she had lived her life in. "eight days" five replies, looking out with her. "shit" she mutters, trying to comprehend everything, "shit indeed" he adds. "well, if the world ends in eight days, i plan to spend every single moment with you. either helping you save the world or killing heavily armed men" she says, turning to the boy, a soft smile appearing on his face.
"during extreme weather conditions, a climber must possess the wisdom to determine when evacuation is inevitable"
grace elegantly places the herr carlson record onto the record player and walks over to the dinner bell and rings it, the sounds chiming through the great halls of the umbrella academy, alerting the hungry children that the food is ready for dinner. footsteps follow soon after the bell as the seven hargreeves kids run desperately down the stairs to the dinner table.
they walk in one by one, slowing down as they see their mother waiting for them, taking their places standing by their usual chairs awaiting their father in complete silence. five looks around for his favourite girl, rose, but she is nowhere to be seen.
sir reginald hargreeves walks swiftly into the dining room, standing at the head of the table looking at all of his children. "sit" he shouts, the children obeying his orders, sitting down in their chairs. five looks at the empty chair across from him in concern, wondering where she could be.
a fumbling of footsteps down the stairs alerts everyone at the table's attention towards it as rose runs quickly into the space. she slows down once meeting her father's disapproving gaze. "sorry i'm late father, i was busy helping pogo with his sore foot" she rushes, standing by her seat opposite five, who was watching her in relief. rose observes her father's face as he pauses, slowly nodding in satisfaction with her excuse.
rose takes her seat, looking at five who turns away, a frown on his face. everyone begins to eat their dinner with noises of cutlery being scraped together and the record playing being the only sound.
allison and luther, who were towards the end of the table with their father were sharing romantic glances as they ate without their father's notice, him too busy listening to the record playing in the background. next to the pair were diego and klaus, both doing activities that would put them in a lot of trouble if their father found out. diego, carving into the arm of the wooden dining chair with one of his sharp knives, which were typically thrown at criminals. klaus on the other hand, fuelling his later addiction in life, was rolling certain herbs into a small piece of paper. next to these two were ben and vanya. ben, quietly reading a book as vanya ate conservativally. finally, five and rose sat at the very end. rose watching five in turmoil as he stared at his father in anger, playing with the handle of a sharp knife.
bang. the sharp knife in five's hand was now stabbed in the table, causing everyone to look at him in bewilderment, especially rose as the room goes quiet, the only noise in the background the same record. "number five?" reginald hargreeves questions sternly "i have a question." five replies angrily, causing rose to drop her fork in shock. "knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. no talking during mealtimes. you are interrupting herr carlson." his father answers, waving his knife in the air.
five lets go of the knife and pushes his plate away from him, which makes rose kick his shin in warning. five ignoring it he continues, "i want to time travel." "no." their father draws out indefinitely "but i'm ready. i've been practising my spatial jumps. just like you said." he argues, teleporting from his spot at the table, next to his father's. "see?" he proves, his father looking down at his dinner rather than him. "a spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel." reginald argues, picking up his glass of red wine, causing five to shake his head, which makes rose clench her fists in fear "one is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as acorn." he continues, raising his glass and taking a sip. "well, i don't get it" five murmurs "hence the reason you're not ready." his father adds. five looks towards rose who was shaking her head harshly. "i'm not afraid." five adds "fear isn't the issue. the effects it might have on your body, even on your mind, are far too unpredictable. now, i forbid you to talk about this anymore." reginald exclaims as he slams his knife and fork onto his plate, making rose jump. five turns away and begins to run towards the door "number five!" his father yells "you haven't been excused! come back here!" five opens the door as he runs out onto the streets.
rose stands up quickly in her chair, peering out the gap in the door, watching him run. "number eight. don't you dare follow him." he shouts firmly, rose turns towards him with an evil smirk on her face "catch me if you can, old man" she spits as she runs out the door following five, the warm wind blowing past her face. "five!" she shouts trying to get his attention whilst running towards him. flash. he was gone.
a shiver goes down rose's spine at the memory of the eventful evening. "are you ok?" five asks placing a hand on her back "well, considering i just found out that i'm going to die in eight days, i found out where you went in the future and how horribly you lived for several years, i'm doing just peachy" she replies sarcastically, for one of the many times in her life she did not have a smile on her face. five takes his hand off her back and sighs, "how about we get out of this dump of a place?" he asks, rose nodding in agreement as he started the car and drives fastly back to the academy.
rose pulls her hair into a messy low ponytail as she gets ready for bed, sitting on her silky white sheets, messily ruffled on her bed, much like her usual nights. 'oh shit, five" she whispers to herself, jogging lightly towards five's room which was directly opposite hers, knocking on the door. "who is it?" he says angrily as rose opens the door, peaking inside his room. "it's me, rose" she says in response "oh, come in rosie" he replies in a much nicer manner. rose opens the door wider and walks inside. "five, come on you need to get some sleep" she says, walking towards the boy who was sitting on side of his window, staring at something in his hand. "five?" rose asks, touching his shoulder, catching his attention. "five, what is that?" she questions, staring at the round glass object in his hand, "its the eye of the person who creates the end of the world".
