Number Eight // Five Hargreeves

II

Five's POV 

"So just to make sure we're all on the same page here, you all see this?  It's not just me?"  All of us ignore him.

"No no no.  This- I don't know what this is, but there were only seven of us.  Seven."  Allison states, mostly to convince herself more than the rest of us.

"You're really surprised that Dad hid another thing from us?"  Luther says, his daddy issues showing.  I hear lightning strike not to far from here.  I turn back to the girl and see Diego picking her up.

"What the hell are you doing?"  I say, bottled up rage threatening to lace my words.

"We need answers.  She has a pulse.  Now unless any of you have a better idea, I'm bringing her inside so we can figure out what the hell is going on."  He pauses waiting for one of us to object.  None of us do. 

"Wow Diego, I think for once in your very sad life, we all agree with you,"  Klaus sasses as he walks inside.  The rest of them follow him, but I linger for a little bit longer.  I go over the facts in my head, trying to come up with some kind of conclusion that could possibly explain this.

She can time jump.  That has to be the only explanation.  I didn't do it, and she doesn't have a briefcase with her.  She must be like me.  Huh.  I thought I was the only one.

Lightning strikes again, snapping me out of my haze.  Taking one last good look around the alley, trying to find something, anything, that might hint to what is going on, but alas finding nothing, I make my way inside.

"DIEGO PUT THE SYRINGE DOWN!"  

Why is that the first thing I hear when I step into this god forsaken building?  I jump upstairs only to be greeted by the pleasant sight of Luther holding Diego in a chokehold.

"Really?  I'm gone for two minutes and this is what happens?  Unbelievable."  I sigh, already regretting returning up here.

"You're idiot brother wanted to wake her up with a random syringe he found in Elliots bathroom,"  Allison says obviously annoyed.

"First off, I claim to have no relation to that neanderthal.  Second, Diego that syringe is full of air bubbles which would have immediately killed her due to oxygen molecules entering her blood stream."  Luther releases him from the chokehold as Diego looks at me, showing no signs of his ego falling.

"Whatever dipshit, do you have a better plan?  Cause it seems like I'm the only one here who is attempting to do anything!"  He explodes yet again, throwing his hands up in the process.  God I can't wait to see the day where he takes a wrong angle and one of his knives comes back and slits his throat.

I open my mouth to say something, but sound of glass breaking interrupts me.  Looking for the source of destruction, I see the girl shaking uncontrollably as objects around the apartment begin to shatter.  And to make it even better, the shards come barreling towards us.  All of us dive behind the couch to avoid getting cut to pieces.

"Alright enough, this is too much."  Diego flips out his knife and begins to stand up.  I quickly pull him down.

"Are you stupid?  You can't kill her!"  I scream at him.

"Well she's clearly fine with killing us!"  He shoots back causing me to roll my eyes.  One.  This man has one brain cell.  Why is it that when something goes wrong, his first instinct is to kill it?  Truly unbelievable.  

"She's in shock you moron.  Just, cover me,"  I say as I get up.  Diego stops the shards using his powers, one of the only useful things he can do, as I run over to her.  Standing over her, I push on the pressure point on her neck as she bolts up, narrowly missing my head in the process.  All of the breaking stops and the shards fall to the floor.  She begins breathing heavily, attempting to fill her lungs with air.  I take her by the shoulders to steady her, afraid she might faint.

"Hey it's okay.  You're okay,"  I softly say, attempting to calm her down.  Her breathing slows slightly and she lifts her head to meet my eyes.  Fear quickly seeps behind her eyes.

"Where am I?  Who are you?"  She says as her pupils dilate and her head desperately looks around, not recognizing her surroundings.  She digs her nails into the arm of the chair, and I ease up on my grip in an attempt to make her feel slightly less frightened.  Diego however, decides to go with the completely opposite tactic, per usual.

"The better question is who the hell are you and why do you have that tattoo?"  Diego pushes me out of the way, threatening her with a knife leveled at her face.

"Diego stop she's just a kid!"  I snap, trying to push him out of the way, but ultimately failing seeing how I'm a foot smaller than him.  

She looks terrified and cold.  Something inside of me churns at the sight, wanting to help her, do anything to get her to relax and feel safe.  I can't believe Diego can just blatantly wave a knife around like a lunatic at anyone who looks at him funny.  I wanna take the knife and shove it right up his-

My thoughts get interrupted as I watch her expression change completely.  A look of what was previously fear, turned quickly into realization, almost as though she found something she was looking for.  Her eyes start darting around the room, taking in one of our faces after another. I follow her eyes back to Diego as they trail up to his wrist.  Her eyes widen as she looks at the rest of us, following the same path to our wrists, her eyes widening more and more each time.

"You're the Umbrella Academy,"  She whispers, the confidence in her statement masked by unfamiliarity. 

"How do you know us?"  I ask her.  She looks at me, almost as if studying my features.

"You're the children Mr. Hargreeves told me about."