The First Wielder

Chapter two: You Have Us

TWO

If there was one thing Abigail despised, it's when she gets caught. But in terms of who catches her, she'd rather have the police. She gets pardoned due to her physical appearance that's why.

However, her captors were the one and only children of the renowned Umbrella Academy.

She loathed it.

Abigail glared at each and everyone one of them from where she sat, body tied to the chair, and mouth duck taped. They were all in a decked-out room of their mansion, which she assumes is the living room. The seven siblings were all in front of her either sitting or standing and making the whole vibe feel like an interrogation.

One of the male siblings, the one in all black clothing and carrying knives, came to her and removed the tape off her mouth. Abigail gagged in disgust.

"Okay kid, we could do this the easy way or the hard way," He spoke.

Abigail rolled her eyes. "If you're planning to starve me to death, torture me, or even throw me off a tall building, it's useless for both parties."

"Oh god no," the tall curly-haired lady retorted. "That isn't our plan."

"Then why am I tied up in a chair?"

"If you weren't, you would've been escaping by now," The same man in all black replied.

"Point taken," Abigail shrugged and saw her bag being held by a black-haired junkie. "Hey, that's my--"

The man dumped all her things on the floor.

"--stuff..."

"Let's see here," The same man flamboyantly began picking up the stuff scattered on the floor. "Food, a towel, food, money--oh a flip phone--! A pen, money, food..."

"That's enough, Klaus," The tall burly man scolded his brother before looking back at her. "Look, we just want to ask you a few questions, alright? I promise that's all we want."

She raised an eyebrow. "But how can I trust that promise if you guys practically chased and kidnapped me, a teen, then tied me up in a chair to restrict me of my freedom. You may be the 'esteemed' The Umbrella Academy but you're still strangers in my mind."

"She has a point," The schoolboy eyed his companions with a knowing look.

"But you're not even a teen!" The junkie exclaimed while flailing his arms. "You're a 47-year-old trapped in a 15-year-old body. Just like our Five over here."

Abigail blinked. "Wait, how'd you know that?"

"Our dad mentioned you in his letter," The quiet shorter female with black hair answered.

"Stop lying," Abigail scoffed.

"We aren't," the youngest looking male said sternly.

"You don't even know me."

"But our Dad did."

"So?" Abigail said. "My relation with that man shouldn't concern you!"

"Well, know it is," The burly man spoke. He glanced at his siblings who gave him a curt nod. "I'm Luther, aka Number One. All we want is for you to cooperate with us. Okay?"

"And you'll let me go?" The girl asked.

"Depends on how you answer," the brother wearing all black interjected.

The black-haired teen's gaze lingered at them before sighing. Luther carefully walked behind Abigail and began untying her--
 
 
The Hargreeves siblings admit they didn't see that coming.
 
  
Luther gasped, finding himself bending down to the girl's height in a choke lock and a pocket knife pointed at the small exposed part of his neck.