five and me ↴ the umbrella academy

chapter three ↴ not the reaction i wanted

DALLAS, TEXAS,

1963

"Pixie! Luther! Diego!"

Five Hargreeves dropped to the ground in a dirty alley way, looking desperately for his girlfriend and siblings.

distant gunshots pierced the air, and Five stumbled out of the alley way. the sight that greeted him shocked him.

a tank, gunshots, shouts.

men ran past him, shooting at each other. a plane flew overhead, people yelled and screamed. Five rushed towards a pile of rubble, spotting a news paper.

"soviets attack u.s?" he read. "no this can't be right." he denied, discarding the paper and moving forwards. a soldier helped a wounded man as soldiers ran forwards shouting in russian. "hey kid, get down!" one solider yelled, shooting at another man.

"what the hell did we do now?" Five sighed. then, a tank fired right next to him.

everything happened so fast. one minute he saw his siblings, and the next he was sitting next to Hazel several days earlier.

"okay," Five began demandingly, surveying his surroundings. "what the hell was that?!" he asked the grey-haired Hazel, who promptly answered, "the end of the world, november 25th, 1963."

"'63?" he repeated softly before letting out a small chuckle. "you know, Hazel, i'm no history buff, but i don't recall there being a nuclear holocaust."

"no shit." Hazel responded drily. "what about my family? my girlfriend?" Five questioned, rubbing his arms. "Dead, like everyone else," was the ever so eloquent answer.

oh god. Pixie.

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less then twenty minutes later, Five found himself in the same alley way, only with the absence of Hazel.

he stopped, keen eyes catching sight of a figure behind the closing curtain. his eyesight drifted upwards, where he noticed a camera and a satellite dishes.

wasting no time, Five space jumped into the building and crept up the stairs. he knocked on a door, but the one next to it opened instead.

"what do you want?" a man in a green plaid shirt asked, leaning against the doorframe. "hi, i'm selling encyclopaedias for my youth group. I was curious
if—"

the man shut the door in his face.

he imagined Kenzie's voice in his mind. "um, excuse me you rude bitch?" then, his heart hurt. where was she? and how long had she been in the past for?

Five rolled his eyes and space jumped into the room, effectively terrifying plaid shirt man. "ah!" the man shrieked, fumbling for a knife from his kitchen drawer.

"h-how'd you do that?" he demanded, uncaring of Five's amused face. "don't really have time to explain." Five dodged effortlessly. "you from the pentagon? huh?" "definitely not." "cia? fbi? kgb?"

"is that fresh?" Five wondered, pointing to the coffee pot. he space jumped himself nearer to the table and poured himself a cup, ignoring the man almost having a heart attack at his display of powers.

he wandered into the next room, taking a sip out of his mug. "hmm. this colombian?" he questioned idly. "it's my own blend." the man answered, still pointing the knife at him.

Five then became aware of his surroundings. there were newspaper articles on the walls, all about aliens and flying saucers.

"you ever heard you uh, Area 51?" Five asked. "rosewell?" the man seemingly went star struck, twirling around and letting the knife clatter onto a side table. "goddamn. whoo! see, i always knew we weren't the only ones. see, Eleanor thought my head wasn't screwed on tight, but... but it's all true, yeah? UFOs, crop circles..."