Josette, Number Eight of the Umbrella Academy, The One Who Feels Too Much. Having never truly had a life outside the Academy, sticks to Luther's side throughout most of their childhood into adulthood. As everyone else leaves to pursue a life of thei...
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Being apart of the Academy, technically, meant you were a superhero, apart of something that was bigger than any of yourself, to make the world a safer place.
It was a tedious task after a while, the world was always in some type of danger: be it a bank robbery, a burning building, a kidnapping; there was something new everyday, most times the police couldn't handle it like we could. Which put more pressure on us, if it was that bad...what made it any safer for us than an adult? The answer was nothing, besides the fact we held supernatural powers and the normal people didn't.
That didn't mean guns weren't effective, because it's not fun getting shot at, let alone getting shot.
But, it's a price being a part of the academy, the danger, then there's the applause and the comics inspired by our families spontaneous history.
Number Five, when we were all young, had dissappeared. We all imagined he ran away, Father's constant rule was maybe too much for him, after one breakfast morning he had an outburst at the table, then he was gone. I had gotten up to go after him, immediately followed by Luther, who stopped me, we all thought he'd be back after he cooled off. It was months later that we realized he just wouldn't be coming back, the painting of him held tall above the common room.
Vanya took it understandably hard, harder than anybody, the two of them having been pretty close. He was her confidant when I wasn't around, a shoulder to cry on when he wasn't on edge and being stubborn. She loved him, but then he was gone...
Father pushed us harder, striving for a perfect future despite being down one member the academy. We drowned ourselves in the appraisal of society, fighting on, but the team just wasn't the same without Five.
Maybe we got to consumed by the praise, because when Ben had died, another of our family gone, it hit the entire academy by surprise. We weren't as invincible as we assumed, inside we were just as ordinary as everyone else.
The Umbrella Academy was down to 5.
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I stared up at Ben's memorial statue, my lips set in a thin line while I held my arm's as the winds picked up, the fall season eliciting the colder weather. It had been a year since my brother had passed, I still wasn't used to his departure, he was so young, none of us were ready to let him go so soon.
The house was set in a mournful state for weeks, I couldn't leave the room without everyone's overwhelming anguish hitting me, I'd burst in to tears uncontrollably during breakfast for days. Most of my siblings understandingly would comfort me but I just wouldn't be able to stop it until their feelings were suppressed or I got ahold of my power. It wasn't entirely my fault, being an Empath, I reciprocated and replicated many of the emotions that surround me.
Luther spent many days holding me until I went to sleep, everyone was just as heartbroken about the situation. Vanya was naturally an emotional person, her mentality usually causing me to try to suppress my own power long enough to comfort her in turn.
