Control {The Umbrella Academy} *Complete*

Chapter 27

The only lead they had left was Harold's house. They hoped he had returned there with Vanya after their excursion to the cabin. Diego was the first to the door, this time trying the door knob instead of throwing himself through the window. He was surprised to see it unlocked.

The four entered, the smell hitting them in the face once again. Death seemed to be following them.

Leta couldn't help but think it was Vanya, her heart leaping into her throat. She rushed forward without regard for Diego's warning calls, stopping dead in her tracks at the sight in front of her. "Well shit." She muttered under her breath.

Harold Jenkins lay dead on the ground, a menagerie of sharp objects sticking out of his body like a macabre pincushion.

Five was the first to approach the body, bending over and looking deep into his face. Leta cringed as he pulled up the man's eyepatch revealing an empty socket. "Aww, Five! That's gross." she muttered, turning away a bit.

"Relax. Look, if I'm not mistaken..." He pulled out a fake eye from his pocket, the one from the apocalypse. The boy reached forward, popping it into the hole. "It's a perfect match." She was still a bit disgusted, but it was better than she thought. "The eye I've been carrying around for decades has found its rightful home."

Leta scrunched together her eyebrows, Klaus standing over five and looking down at the man.

Diego chose to look at him from afar, a bit of relaxation seeping into his features. "We got the guy we needed to kill to stop the apocalypse," he muttered, Klaus weakly raising one of his hands and letting out a half hearted cheer.

They all just kind of stared at him for a moment, Klaus finally turning on his heel and heading towards the door. "Well, let's go." Diego grabbed the back of his shirt, causing him to stop in his tracks with a whine.

Five rose with a frown to match the one on Leta's lips. "Wait, wait. It can't just be this simple. Look, this is the note I took from the commission."

Leta, being the closest, reached out and took it, reading the typewriter print. "Protect Harold Jenkins." He was right. It was too easy. Something was wrong.

Diego shrugged his shoulders, looking down at the boy. "Look Five, he's dead, he's the one who starts the apocalypse, it's over."

The boy put his hands in his dark hair in frustration, "You don't understand, it can't just be this simple, it just can't be."

"Listen old man, maybe you just can't deal with losing the thing that's driven you after all these years. The apocalypse and getting home has been your drive for forty-five years. Maybe you just don't want to lose your addiction."

Five sneered at his brother, Diego holding his ground. "I am not an addict. I am nothing like him." He pointed over at Klaus, a look of hurt washing over his face.

"That's not fair, either of you." Leta called, looking back and forth between them.

"Leta, you believe me don't you?" he was almost pleading, she wouldn't feel more sorry for him if he was down on his knees.

"I-"

"Of course she doesn't. Because you're being insane." Diego huffed, not letting her get a word in edgewise. Before she could say anything he was gone. Five had disappeared in a flash of blue light leaving her, Diego and Klaus alone in the house with the deceased body of the psychotic Harold Jenkins.

"So I can't speak for myself now?" She murmured as they walked to the car.

"There's no way you agreed with him right?"