W H Y?《Umbrella Academy》

No. 10

A brown-haired woman and a white-haired male walked into a vehicle shop, flashlights lit their path as they walked through, an 'oh my' was heard from the woman, "Well, they were right, its a body," she murmured, "Finally, something interesting, I've gotten tired of working on basic cases," the man said, pulling gloves on, he tossed a pair to the woman and she stood off to the side watching as her co-worker did his job, "Let's get him down, I'll call him in, and we can get him into a freezer." He said unclipping the jumper cables. His lab coat sleeves fall down his arms, exposing the half and full sleeve tattoos. "Yeah, that's fine." The woman said, helping him pull the body down and cover him in a white sheet. The male pulled his phone out of his pocket and called the body in, "Hamilton Police Department, this is Trisha how can I help you?" A female voice said. "Hi Trisha, it's Hargreeves from the morgue, I need you to transfer me down."

Over the woman's radio, a voice broke the silence, "We have a 10-14 at Gimbel Brothers department store. Shots fired. Repeat, shots fired. 6045 Vanderbilt," The pair looked at each other and the male finished his call before grabbing his bag and rushing out of the building the woman following behind quickly.

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"There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you." Allison and Miles - who watched a few tapes with her- was trailing behind, said going up to Luther in the hallway, "What are you still doing here? Miles? I thought you left." Luther questioned, "No, I was gonna go, and then Pogo showed us this--" "I found a tape on top of everything, and you need to watch this like, now." Luther looked at him, "Well, listen..." Luther sighed, "I was wrong about Dad's death." Miles looked at him, "what do you mean, your wrong about my grandfather's death? You were so insistent that Uncle D. was the cause of his death! Now you're saying you're wrong? Get your facts straight before you go accusing people next time." Luther looked at the teen with ash-colored hair. "I know, I just, I was wrong okay? I was wrong about Diego, you know, to accuse your own brother of that is just--"

Miles glared at him, "All that anti-gravity messed with your brain didn't it?" Allison had found it difficult not to laugh, but she made it, "I know-- I get it, but--" she sighed. "Seeing all of you and being back here... I-- I should be the one trying to bring us all back together not tearing us apart." Miles snickered, before looking at his uncle, "Would you shut up? Auntie Alli is trying to tell you something." His hands went into his hoodie pockets before he gave a fake smile. "What? What do you need." Allison looked at her nephew, he was like his father in so many ways, down to the looks. "You were right... about dad. Come on, we gotta show you something."

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Five wandered around the wasteland, fire, and debris was everywhere. Something cloth-covered was sticking out of the debris, it was clutching something and Five bent down to look closer at it. He reached out, pried the fingers open, and pulled out a prosthetic eye, blood-covered it, and Five looked at the owner of the hand, an older man held it tightly. Five stood up and looked around some more, he saw something and he stood up and rushed over to what he saw. Five saw someone who resembled Number 2, the eyebrow scar being the dictator, he remembered when No. 0 and No. 2 were playing one day with their powers, No. 0 had shocked No. 2 and he sent a knife flying. It was stopped and sent back, nicking the taller boy's eyebrow. He bent down and shook the body, there was no response and the teen sat back. He stood up again and saw a lady who looked like Allison, Five looked a few feet ahead and saw four other bodies, two were recognizable, a black coat partially covered an arm, that the hand connected was holding onto another hand, one's nails were painted black and a two silver bands were on both the hands.

The hand with black nail polish lead back to an arm slightly covered by a while coat sleeve, the owner of the arm was holding onto two younger white-haired people, one was a toddler and the other was in his early teens. The two older bodies' wrists were exposed and the umbrella academy tattoo was visible, one was slightly scarred over, and had several other tattoos surrounding it. Five realized the tattooed arm belonged to James and the other arm belonged to Klaus. He couldn't recognize the younger people but figured they were James's kids due to the mess of curly white hair.