W H Y?《Umbrella Academy》

No. 9

"As I said to your sons earlier, any information about the prosthetics we build is strictly confidential. Without the client's consent, I simply can't tell you." The doctor said. Five looked at him. "Well, we can't get consent if you don't give us a name." The doctor had a smug look on his face, "Well, that's not my problem." James immediately stood up, ready to smack the doctor. Klaus brought one hand from his lap, onto the snowy-haired number 0. "Sorry. Now, there's nothing more I can do, so--" "And what about my consent?" Klaus asked. "Excuse me?" James knew what Klaus was doing and decided to play along and started chewing on the inside of his lip, already tasting the metallic taste of blood. "Who gave you permission..." Klaus's voice wavered, "...to lay your hands... on my boys." He pointed to Five and James who were standing, Five had a confused look on his face, and James had a smug grin on his face.

Both the doctor and Five looked at him, "What?" They asked, "I didn't touch your boys." The doctor said. "Oh really? Then how'd he get that swollen lip, and how did my little snowflake get the chipped tooth?" Klaus stood up, "He doesn't have a swollen lip and what chipped tooth--" fear and confusion was visible on the doctor's face, Klaus swung and punched Five, and James smiled, blood pooling out of his mouth and down his face, a chipped tooth was visible on the top row of teeth. Klaus inhaled sharply, "I want it. Name please, now." He placed his hands on the desk, leaning against them. "You're crazy." The doctor said shakily, pointing to Klaus. James chuckled, "Oh, you got no idea." Klaus looked down on the desk and saw a small snowglobe, "Peace on earth" Aw, that's so sweet." As soon as he finished that sentence, he bashed the snowglobe on his head, glass and glitter getting in the curly black hair. He groaned in pain, the doctor looked at him, Five had caught on and was now letting everything play out.

"God that hurt," Klaus groaned, blood dripping down his face. The panicked doctor grabbed his phone and dialed some numbers. "I'm calling secu--" he was cut off by James grabbing the phone, "What are you doing!" He questioned, "There's been an assault... in Mr. Bigs's office! We need security now. Schnell!" He threw the receiver down and gasped, "Now here's what's gonna happen now, Grant..."  Klaus took over for James, "It's... Lance." "In about 60 seconds, two security guards are going to burst through that door and they're gonna see a whole lot of blood and they're gonna wonder "what the hell happened," and we're gonna tell them that you beat the shit out of us." He sobbed dramatically, and sighed, "You're gonna do great in prison Grant, trust me, I've been there. A little piece of chicken like you. Oh, my God, you're gonna get passed around like a... You're just-- you're just gonna do great. That's all I'm saying."

"Jesus you are a real sick bastard." Grant said, "Thank you." Klaus turned to the side and spit out a piece of glass. Klaus and James were sitting on the front desk and Five was leaning over the front watching Mr. Bigs's movements. The man opened a drawer and pulled a file out, "Oh, that's strange," Mr. Bigs's said, looking through the papers, "what?" Five questioned, "Uh, the eye, it hasn't been purchased by a client yet." Klaus jumped off the counter, James following suit, both their shoes made a popping sound once they hit the floor. "What? What do you mean?" Klaus sighed. "well, uh, our logs say that the eye with that serial number... This can't be right. It hasn't even been manufactured yet." James looked over Grant's shoulder, "Where did you get that eye?" Grant questioned. Five sighed, this got him nowhere.

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"Well, this is not good." Five said walking out of the building, "I was pretty good, right? "Yeah. What about my consent, bitch?" He chuckled and James smiled, glad his brother was enjoying himself for the time being. "Klaus, it doesn't matter!" "What? What? What's the point of this stupid eye, anyway?" James said, exasperated, he just went along with everything Five wanted him to, but he was tired of hearing the old man in a teen's body complain about it all the time. Five got right up in James' face, "There is someone out there who is going to lose an eye in the next seven days. They are going to bring about the end of life on earth as we know it." Five turned and began walking away when Klaus said something, "Yeah, can I get that 20 bucks, like, now, or what?" Five looked at him, "Your 20 bucks?" "Yeah, my 20 bucks," Five stepped forward, "The apocalypse is coming and all you can care about is getting high?" "Well, I'm also quite hungry. Tummy's a-rumblin." The junkie imitated stomach growling noises, "You're useless, both of you,"  James bent down and placed a flat palm down on the ground, he sent a small voltage of electricity at Five and he jumped turning to glare at his brother.

"You need to lighten up old man," Klaus stated, James grabbed his hand, "Don't start he's pissed off." Five jumped off somewhere and James looked at Klaus, "Let's go to my house, I've got food and we can hotbox the place." The black-haired man nodded and hailed a taxi for the two of them to ride in. They sat in the back and sat quietly rode the ten minutes it takes to get to James's apartment, they climbed out of the car thanked the driver, and paid before going up the stairs to get to number 0's home. They quietly walked down the hallway and James saw Vanya open her door to some man and he smirked before going to the one across to hers and picking up the mail before opening the apartment next to it, collecting that one's mail as well. They walked in and James immediately pulled his shoes off and set the mail on the table, he grabbed an apron and looked at Klaus. "Weed is in the green and silver box on the top shelf of the bookcase, papers and lighters are in there too. What do you want for food?" James said leaning against the counter.

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Diego threw the knife and it nicked Luther's ear. "Ow. What the--" Diego flipped the light on, "I could smell it was you." "What the hell?" Luther asked he set the picture frame down, James was holding a newborn baby, and a young boy was standing next to his father, they were all wearing blue shirts and black pants, and Diego was standing with the small family. Luther grabbed the throwing knife and looked at it, "You could've killed me!" He complained, "If I wanted you dead, then you would be dead." Luther complimented the small place before he got to why he was there, "So why didn't you tell me you were fighting the night dad died?" He questioned holding up a paper reading 'Hargreeves vs. Rosai' "I wasn't fighting, how about you look closer at the picture, it's James. He fought that night, and I was his trainer, like usual, neither of us needs to justify our innocence to you."

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"Your father stopped recording years ago, but I come here from time to time. When I'm missing you kids." Allison and Pogo stood in front of several small T.V.'s. Some are playing recordings others not playing anything. "Pogo, this is..." Allison sighed "Most families have home movies to look back on," A pair of boys were on a screen stealing alcohol at the bar, one was half-dressed, the other fully dressed. "We have surveillance footage." "I thought it might cheer you up." Pogo suggested. Allison laughed, "It does, oh my god, look how little we were," she watched the screens, "Oh, Ben and I, I miss him so much." She scanned more T.V.'s the seven with powers ran around for training. There were some dates within the last few years, with James, Miles, and Jayden all hanging out with Grace and Pogo. "And Vanya, why didn't we include Vanya?" Allison asked, turning to face Pogo. "I mean, if anybody ever treated Claire like that, I can't even imagine..." 

"You were a child, Mrs. Allison." Pogo tried, "Yeah, but not anymore and neither is she."