The First Wielder

Chapter fourteen: Well, That's Shit

FOURTEEN

Neither of them spoke another word.

Nor a hum or a whistle was heard from the two.

Only Five's footsteps were heard clicking through the pavement as he and Abigail ventured into their own thoughts.

Just when they thought they had a lead, they ended up with a dead end. But at least they have a vague picture of the whole thing, right?

Five should've sneaked into the Krone household during that time.

Abigail should've kept her mouth shut during that time.

 
The handle of the briefcase felt cold in Abigail's palms even after carrying the bag long enough for it to feel warm.

Maybe it's because her hands were cold?

She gripped the handle tighter.

For the first time, she questioned her memory. Seeing the shocked look on her friend's face made her think twice if the family funeral decades back had three coffins buried six feet under.

The doubt tasted so bitter.

 
Five had his hands in his pocket in an attempt to hide his clenched fists.

There was no way he was wrong.

He was sure, confident even, that what he witnessed before and now were true. He was even there during the exact moments.

But hearing those words escape his friend's mouth made him think of any other possibility between that one member of The Society and Abigail's supposed deceased uncle aside from having similar weird hats.

 
The two sighed in unison.

 
Abigail and Five turned to each other, each with their own look of confusion. The girl laughed while the boy huffed, quickening his pace.

"Hold up, Speedy," she joked once she matched his strides. "I'm serious. You have longer legs than me."

"Then deal with it," Five answered in a monotonous voice.

Abigail scratched her head. "If it's about what I said, I swear I'm telling the truth."

"I'll leave it for the benefit of the doubt."

The girl groaned in annoyance.

 
The only time she felt at ease was when the academy was in sight. And for some reason, seeing that building made Abigail feel safe.

It was as if she saw the members of the Umbrella Academy under a new light. That or maybe she spent an awfully long time with them than any other group or individual aside from her family she acquainted herself with all her life.

She felt a rush build up inside of her and sprinted to the entrance.

Shocked, Five chased after her. He didn't know what was in that girl's mind (he never will) but he didn't want her out of his sight now that he was able to find her.

He slowed down when he realized where she was headed and he too felt relieved they finally reached the hell they call "home". But it was their only safe haven in this godforsaken world.

Abigail jumped over the gate while Five used the gate like a regular human being. She pushed the door open with him following behind her. She dropped to her knees as he sprinted to help her up.

"Sorry, I think my adrenaline ran out," she chuckled.

"You're just tired," he replied.

They looked up when they heard a sudden commotion approaching them.