Dolores sat on Five's bed with the comforter draped over her shoulders. The small girl was practically swimming in it and one would wonder how she was breathing with it covering half of her face. But she was breathing fine. The blanket smelled like Five from yesterday.
Her eyes scanned the chalk covered walls, things slowly began to make sense. The equations looked correct but there was something about the names. She knew that something about them would maybe bring an end to the apocalypse, but they weren't the main cause. It was something much bigger. She often wished that she would regain her memory but not once did it come back. Not a single part of it. The man in the hallway seemed like he knew her but she thought it was impossible.
Dolores sighed and pulled the comforter tighter around her, breathing in deeply. She let her body fall back from her upright position, bouncing softly as she landed on the pillow. Dolores didn't know a whole lot but she managed to learn some things from her time in 2019. She learned about a hospital, that not all dogs bite, only some. The symbols on the back of the eyeball were numbers and not, in fact, letters. Five was a liar, though she pushed this one away, knowing that he didn't mean it. She had gotten a necklace for her ring that became too big from their age regression, something that quickly became her favorite thing. She learned that Luther was what Five would call a 'massive and self-centered asshole' and Dolores wasn't one to use bad words but this time she thought it was appropriate.
She wiggled her arm out from the blanket and studied the small purple mark on it. She poked it, causing a wave of pain to surround it. Dolores winced. She had gotten these small marks on her skin but, of course, now she couldn't recall the name of them. She let out a sharp huff of air, something she often did when confused or upset. Right now, it meant both.
Five had broken one too many promises. He had promised that he loved her. Maybe he had already broken that one too.
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"Am I still high, or do you see him too?" Klaus asked as Five rolled off the bartop. The boy hobbled his way to Allison and took her cup of coffee.
"So," Five started, "the apocalypse is in three days. The only chance we have to save our world is, well, us."
"The Umbrella Academy," Luther adds. Five nodded.
"Yeah, but with me, obviously. So if yall don't get your sideshow acts together and get over yourselves, we're screwed. Who cares if Dad messed us up? Are we gonna let that define us? No. And to give us a fighting chance to see next week, I've come back with a lead. I know who's responsible for the apocalypse. This is who we have to stop. Five pulled out the crinkled paper from his pocket. Allison reads it over and takes it.
"Harold Jenkins?" She questioned.
"Who the Hell is Harold Jenkins?" Diego asked. Five sighed deeply, crossing his arms to help aid the pain in his side.
"I don't know yet. But I do know that he's responsible for the apocalypse. So we have to find him, and we have to do it now," Five looks around at his siblings waiting for them to jump into action.
"How is he connected to what's gonna happen?" Luther spoke up.
"I don't know," Five explained.
"Wait, so you just know his name? That's it?" Diego asked.
"That's enough," Five said with a shrug.
"There's probably dozens of Jenkinses," Diego pointed out.
"Well, we just better start looking, then," Five retorted.
"I'm sorry. Am I the only one that's skeptical here? I mean, how exactly do you know all of this about what's-his-name?" Allison asked. Five rolled his eyes, annoyed that no one was taking him seriously.
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•Lambent• {Five Hargreeves} The Umbrella Academy
Fanfiction(a.) soft radiance [Not related to •Forelsket• or •Redamancy]
