Control {The Umbrella Academy} *Complete*

Chapter 15

Leta grimaced as the woman threw a towel over Klaus's face, snapping her fingers at the man. He grabbed a water jug and began to empty it over his face. She screwed up her nose, hawking a bloody blob at the two as they did so.

"How well is this seeming to go for you guys? I thought you were professionals, you know with the suits and scary masks and all." She tilted her head, blinking the image of a man getting backed over with a car out of her eyes.

"Would you shut up!" The jug ran out, Klaus gurgling and finally consuming the mouthful of water.

"Ahh. That hit the spot!" He grinned, showing off the crimson lines running between his teeth.

"You've got something right there." Leta muttered, linking her own teeth where his were stained.

He laughed, nodding a bit and clearing his throat. "You too, I guess it doesn't really matter then."

She fained frustration, leaning back in her restraints. "Damn, my dentist is going to be pissed."

The two psychos walked behind the other two psychos and removed their masks. "What is wrong with these guys? We've been on them for hours and nothing!" Leta grinned, tilting her head downwards while she was at it.

"Hey! You wanna do me next? I'm feeling a bit parched." Klaus chuckled, looking back and forth between her and a specific spot on the other side of the room. This didn't go unnoticed to Leta. She glanced back at the pair, then leaned over to her side. "You doin' okay?" She whispered. Hopefully the barbarians were too busy arguing to notice.

He shook his head a little, hanging his head and bouncing his knee. "There's this crazy Russian lady babbling behind you. She's been at it for hours. Not to mention the intense headache from. Well you know." 

Her nose wrinkled. A Russian woman? Well that's odd. "Any clue what she's saying." He shook his head back and forth, water dripping off his face. 

Lovely. The two psychos came back in front of the pair, Klaus's pants in the woman's hand and his coat in the man's. Leta raised her eyebrow, scoffing at the pair. "Okay, you've got me. I'm intrigued, what are you up to?"

The woman stepped forward and slammed her fist into Leta's forehead. She gasped, eyes spinning. Blood dripped down her lips as she sat still, fearing that movement would cause a black out. Her ears rang, unable to make out the words that were being said. All she could hear was the tones, which were angrily increasing as it went on. 

She tilted her head, pain rising up her spine. The world went dark

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Her lungs were hungrily demanding air that she couldn't get, hard breaths racking her body. It took a while to get herself under control, but finally the images dancing around her vision came back into focus. 

It was dark now, and it seemed that she and Klaus had been stored in a closet. She tried to speak, but a piece of duck-tape had been plastered over her lips, and supposedly Klaus's too. It was too dark to see, but she could feel someone struggling behind her.

She shifted, letting out a muffled cry pointed at the man behind her. He instantly calmed down. Leta sighed, leaning her head back and putting it on his. They sat there silently back to back for who knows how long, the only thing that mattered was they could touch each other. They could make it.

Klaus's ears perked up at the sound of the door opening. He began to jump up and down in his chair, causing a racket. The doors to the closet were flung open, the pair of psychos on the other side. Leta could feel the hope drain from Klaus's body as the two looked up at their captors.