Siren (Umbrella Academy 7.5)

04. Run Boy Run (Part Two)

Madelina was sitting next to the hospital bed, playing with Saraya when August walked up to her. "Five and Klaus are here."

She frowned. "What the hell are they doing here?"

"I'm not sure, but they nabbed Dr. Lance."

"Watch our daughter. I have some idiots to investigate."

She made her way to an office to see Five staring down Dr. Lance.

Madelina opened the door and frowned. "What the--"

"Oh!" Klaus exclaimed. "Here's the Mrs."

"Kla--"

He covered her mouth and whispered, "Roll with it."

Klaus glared at Dr. Lance. "Who gave you permission to lay your hands... on our son?" He pretended to tear up.

"What?" Dr. Lance asked, confused.

Madelina looked between her brothers, wondering what they were planning.

Klaus pointed at Five and glared. "Oh, you heard me."

"I didn't touch your son. Ma'am, please. You could see."

Madelina crossed her arms and decided to play along. "That's not what I saw. How could you hurt my baby boy?"

"I didn't touch your son," Dr. Lance repeated.

Klaus scoffed. "Oh, really? Then how did he get that swollen lip, then?"

Before Madelina could react, Klaus punched Five's face.

Five brought a hand to his lip and found it bloody. He glared at his brother.

Klaus turned back to the doctor. "I want it. Name, please. Now."

Dr. Lance's eyes widened. "You're crazy."

Klaus laughed. "You got no idea." He picked up the snow globe from the desk and stared at it. "'Peace on Earth.' That's so sweet." He smashed the snow globe over his head and shards flew everywhere as blood dripped down his face.

"Klaus!" Madelina yelled as he slammed her head on the desk.

"God, that hurt! Sorry, Madi." He picked up the phone. "There's been an assault in Mr. Big's office and we need security now. Schnell!"

Dr. Grant reached for the phone and was stopped by a furious Madelina.

"I wouldn't, Grant," Klaus warned.

"I-it's Lance," he said.

Madelina pursed her lips. "Lance, in about 60 seconds, two security guards will burst through that door, likely my husband, Dr. Wright, and they're gonna see a lot of blood and wonder what the hell happened."

Klaus pretended to sob. "And we're gonna tell them that you... Beat the shit out of us." He stood straighter and smiled. "You're gonna do great in prison, Grant. Trust me. I've been there."

Dr. Lance looked at Klaus, afraid.

Klaus continued. "Little piece of chicken like you. Oh, my God, you're gonna get passed around like a... Little bitch. Yeah, yeah. You're just--you're gonna do great. That's all I'm saying."

Five smiled smugly in the back and Dr. Lance narrowed his eyes. "Jesus; you are a real sick bastard."

"Thank you," Klaus replied.

Dr. Lance searched through his files and frowned. "Huh. That's strange."

"What?" Five asked.

"Well, the eye. It's just, it hasn't been purchased by a client yet. This can't be right. It says that it hasn't even been manufactured yet." He eyed the siblings suspiciously. "Where did you get that eye?"