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17 Years Ago
"In five, four, three, two... This is Jim Hellerman, reporting live for Channel 2 News outside of the Capital West Bank at Main and Sixth. A group of heavily armed men stormed the bank not three hours ago and took an unknown number of hostages."
"Hey, get them behind the counter!" One of the armed thugs ordered, rounding up the hostages. The alarm was blaring as he shouted into his radio. "Now you've put me in a position where I don't want to do. Hmm?" The thug barked down the radio, waving his gun around.
A dark-skinned girl with curly hair calmly skipped up to the thug with a smile, turning to the thug as she got his attention. "Hey, get back with the others."
"I heard a rumor..." The girl said quietly, taking a step closer.
"What? What did you say?" The thug slightly leaned into the girl to hear what she said. With a smile, she leaned in, holding her hand to her mouth.
"I heard a rumor that you shot your friend in the foot." The man's eyes glazed over and turned completely white before turning towards his friend. The gun held up before cocking it without hesitation.
"Hey, dude." Seeing his friend holding the gun to him. "What the hell?" He was cut off as he was shot in the foot causing him to fall to the floor and firing his gun off. Bullets smashing the windows above the hostages causing them to scream.
"We just heard shots from inside the bank. It's uncertain if any hostages have been harmed in that." "Up there!" A bystander pointed to the roof of the bank. "There's some movement on the roof. Possibly law enforcement."
Inside the bank, a blonde-haired boy burst through the glass roof, landing on top of another thug as if to soften his fall. The boy smashed the thug's head into the counter, cracking it then throwing him out of the high top window with the strength equal to an ape.
Outside, screams arise from the crowd at the sight of an armed robber falling through the glass, landing onto the hard concrete. "Looks like one of the armed robbers has been thrown from the bank."
"Guns are for sissies. Real men throw knives." A dark-haired boy shouted, running in and threw two of his knives towards the armed robber with pure accuracy. The thrown knives curved in the air, piercing the robber's body to the wall before falling to the ground.
"I've been in many hostage situations, like this, and it can escalate very quickly."
"Get back, you freaks!" The robber on the counter shakily pointed his gun at each of the children. His voice was shaking from fear. "Hey, be careful up there, buddy." The dark-haired boy teased. "Get back now!"
"Wouldn't want you to get hurt." The darker-skinned girl joined in the teasing with a smirk evident on her features.
"Or what?" A boy appeared, sitting crossed legged on the counter behind the thug and disappeared again as the armed robber shot at the space he was in multiple times. The man looked around in confusion before turning around to see the boy standing there. He cocked his gun and brought it up to the boy's chest, only to see it replaced with a stapler. The man looked down at the stapler then back to the boy in shock.
"Ooh! That's one badass stapler!" The boy mocked before grabbing the stapler and punching it into the man's head, knocking him out. The boy looked back towards his siblings with a smug and obnoxious grin on his face before jumping down from the counter.
More thugs burst into the room from the backdoor, guns cocking in their hands that were aimed toward the masked children; some at the hostages, causing the children to raise their arms.
"She's late." The blonde-haired boy huffed under his breathe. "Give her a minute." The knife boy muttered back.
The lights started flickering, confusing some of the thugs, some even slightly lowered their guns. The children smirked shrewdly as they dropped their arms to their sides.
"What's so funny?" One of the thugs noticed their grins and raised his gun higher, ready to shoot.
"Oh, you know. This is gonna be quite shocking," The dark-skinned girl replied vaguely.
The lights went out. The afternoon sunlight from the windows illuminated the dim room. A surge of electricity shot through the room, electrocuting only the thugs, only the children and hostages were untouched. One by one, bodies dropped to the floor as the lights turned back on.
"You're late," The blonde harrumphed.
"Oh, shut up, One." Electricity came out from one of the power sockets in front of the children, forming a small and petite girl with the same attire as them. "Do you have any idea how many rooms there are here? No, you don't. You fell from the sky."
"Although there's been no activity for a few minutes, we're gonna stay live on location to make sure we don't miss anything in this hostage situation at the Capital West bank."
"Do we really have to do this?" Ben squirmed as he timidly turned to his twin and Klaus for help.
"Come on, Ben. There're more guys in the vault." Luther bossed, impatiently.
Abigail smiled and ambled up to him, before playfully wrapping her arm around his shoulder and pulling him toward her. "You got this, Bro. If anything goes wrong, we'll be right here. And after this, we can get some ice cream at home."
"Well, except Spaceboy over there." Abigail pointed at Luther. "Hey!"
She just stuck her tongue out towards him as the others chuckled. Abigail ruffled Ben's hair and let him go with a reassuring smile. With a nod, Ben walked into the room that was separated by glass. Mumbling under his breath, "I didn't sign up for this."
"Now we see the hostages. They- They're free. They're scared, clearly, but they do seem to be unharmed."
The screams behind the glass got louder as the monsters under Ben's skin tore the men apart with ease. The screeches from the monsters could be heard on the other side of the wall.
The door opened, revealing a bloody and shaken up Ben. "Can we go home now?"
"People are coming out now. It's not the armed robbers. These are young schoolchildren in uniforms with masks on."
The children all came out of the bank and lined up according to their numbers. "Lower your weapon!" A swat police ordered but was ignored.
"How did you get in the bank?" A news reporter asked. "What happened inside?" Another one asked. More and more questions were thrown at them but were ignored, as Father had instructed them to.
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"Our world is changing. Has changed. There are some among us gifted with abilities far beyond the ordinary. I have adopted seven such children. I give you the inaugural class of the Umbrella Academy." After Reginald Hargreeves finished his speech, questions were immediately asked by the reporters.
"Mr. Hargreeves! Mr. Hargreeves. Channel 9 News. What happened to their parents?"
"They were suitably compensated," he replied, calmly.
"Are you concerned about the welfare of the children?"
