Chapter 6

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(Y/N) POV

      I was sitting on my bed, just watching the tv I had snuck into my room a few years earlier. The new had come on next.

"We're going now live to a breaking story. Moments ago, the police reported the death of the most eccentric and reclusive billionaire." I glance at the remote debating, should I turn it off or keep it on. I see a picture of the seven of us kids with him, I grab the remote and throw it with everything I have at the tv. I see the broken tv my electric pink hair reflecting of it. I storm out of my room, tears streaming down my face, when I hear someone walk in.

"(Y/N), Mom, Pogo?" Allison screams. I inhale trying to even my breathing.

"Hey Allison," I whisper, " I'm glad you could make it." I give her a sad smile.

"Hey (Y/N)." She comes over and gives me a tight hug. When we were little we always hated each other, our powers were so similar we fought over whose was better. I have now realized her's caused the least amount of damage therefore hers is the best. We here someone else come in. I look over to the door and see Vanya come in.

"You're actually here." She says looking at Allison, quiet enough so Allison can't actually hear. I beat her down the stairs and lean on the railing of the stairs.

"Hey Vanya." I wave.

"Hey (Y/N), Allison." She replied.

"Hey, sis." Allison adds. She slowly walks over to Vanya and gives her a slight hug. Diego walks in too.

"Ah, what is she doing here? You don't belong here. Not after what you did." I walk over to him and stomp on his foot and give him a horrible look. He just shrugs.

"You're seriously gonna do this today?" I question.

"Way to dress for the occasion by the way." Allison replies.

"At least I'm wearing black." He responds after he walks up the stairs.

"You know what? I- Maybe he's right." I just look at Vanya, with disappointment laced in my eyes.

"Forget about him." Allison said.

"We are glad you're here." I walk over to Vanya and just give her a quick hug. I walk back to my room to clean up the mess I had made earlier with my tv. It's all to much seeing all my siblings. I get to see that they are all grown up living more successful lives, where I'm stuck, I'm stuck in this stupid house, with these stupid uniforms, and with nothing to do. I know I shouldn't be upset with how my life is going now especially because of Reginald passing away, but I can't even process the loss because of my broken heart. Ever since Five left the only emotions I feel are loneliness and betrayal, I would love to feel anything else. I would love to feel sad for our loss, but it just feels as if I'm watching his death happen through a tv screen. I see it all happen, I know all the characters and I watch how the respond to the problem at hand. As I was trying to process everything that had happened I hear a knock on my door.

" Come in." I yell as I sweep up the glass from the tv. A big man comes squeezing through the door way. " Hey Luther, how are you?"

He ignores me and proceeds into an interrogation.

"What were you and dad doing the night before he passed away?"

"It was a pretty normal night, I went to dinner, ate, then he sent me to bed. Nothing out of the ordinary."

"He didn't do any after dinner trainings?"

"No, he had stopped those after he sent you to the moon. He couldn't really do much training with me after my heart shattered." He gave me a sympathetic look, "Is there anyway we can finish this sooner or later, I mean if I really wanted to kill him I could've done it a long time ago."

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