Guinevere was the eighth child adopted by Sir Reginald Hargreeves into the Umbrella Academy. Like the rest of her siblings, she grew up in the house, training, fighting, and harnessing her powers. But when tragedy strikes the household twice, it bro...
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Gwen was sat at the vanity table in her room. The year 2006. They just came back from a mission and she gotten changed into pjs, as the mission ran late. She grabs a plain white brushing comb from the table, and began to brush her dark auburn hair. With each stroke she felt the knots coming undone and stress releasing from her body. She always liked to take time in her appearance and had a routine when it came to her bed time. Gwen brushed down her shoulder length hair, rolling the brush through her tips as she softly began to hum to herself. It was a soft lowing hum but she enjoyed it. Unknown to Gwen, her door opens softly as a figure creeps into her room. The boards within her room creaked ever so slightly, but never alerted her to anyone's presence.
"Think fast!" A male's voice pierced her ears making her shoot around to be face with Diego with a knife in his hand and suddenly throws it at Gwen. Quick as a gunshot, Gwen squinted her eyes at the oncoming knife and cocked her head to the left, making the knife follow suit and sticking into the wall at it's current speed.
"Diego!" Gwen moans as she didn't expect him to do this right now. "I swear every time you do that, it makes me want to fling it back at you," Gwen chuckled half-joking with him as he knew it always annoyed her when he would just sneak up out of no where and throw his knifes at her. She brushes the last strand of hair, and places the brush back on the vanity table. "Also one of these days, I won't be able to catch it," Gwen turns back to Diego who was just leaning against the doorframe of the room, arms folded as he just does his boyish smirk like that was going to be false.
"We know you wouldn't dream of rebounding a knife at me," he states cockily, knowing for sure that she wasn't going too. "And I know you will always be able to catch it," confidence was in his voice, as he had confidence in her. Gwen shook her head, and stood up from the chair, and held her left hand out and looked at the knife stuck in the wall. It began to vibrate for a moment before shooting from the wall and into Gwen's hand, and it was the handle she grabbed.
"Here," Gwen walks over to Diego and held out his knife to him.
"Keep it," he states, making her eyebrows frown as he always wanted it back, it was like their special knife. It was the first one that started it, and always been used to throw at her.
"It's yours I can't accept," Gwen urged Diego to take it, but he just shakes his head at her, not accepting it.
"Keep it," he ensured her that it was hers to keep, and without another single word he spins around and leaves her room, just going next door to his. Gwen smiled to herself as she held tight the handle of the knife, thinking of all those times she and Diego was told off for throwing knifes round the house.
But that was the last time they threw that knife...
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The next day approached, I didn't bother with anyone last night, just went straight to my room. I slept at the house, it felt so weird to be sleeping in my old room, but yet it was comforting. I had to sleep in my bra and panties as I had to dry my clothes off due to being soaked. I was wide awake, as I stared up to the ceiling thinking about what conspired yesterday. But today was a new day, and it should be a better one.
