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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Allison took us to the security room that Dad used to monitor us all when we were children, it was a small room in the house - which held tons of tapes and small TVs. Luther and I sat on the chairs in front of the TV we were watching. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing at this moment in time. I swear we rewatched it about a thousand times, as Luther himself couldn't believe it.
"Play it again," Luther wanted to figure out why our Mom just watched our Father die on the bed.
"We've watched it over and over, Luther. It's the same every time," Allison states as he lets out a sigh. The VCR whirls as it was starting the tape over again, I see Luther blink as he watches closely again.
"Er... What is she doing?" Luther stammers the words out, his head cocked to Allison as his hand held out to the small screen. Allison only could shake her head, as she had no clue. "The tea. Did she poison him?" Luther began to speculate, as I couldn't keep watching it. I pushed the chair back and faced Luther and not watched the screen.
"Uh -" Allison began but stopped as she took a deep sigh. "I don't know," she lets out as she had no clue, none of us did.
"Where did you find this?" I asked, turning my head to look at Allison wondering where she got the tape.
"I was looking at old footage of us as kids, and I saw the tape just sitting there," Allison spoke leaning up from the side and came to stand beside my chair.
"Yeah, Dad must have started using the security system again," Luther states, declaring his suspicions to be true. "He was getting more and more paranoid. He thought people were out to get him. Well... I guess maybe he was right," Luther told us what he knew.
"But Mom?" I asked wildly as my eyes met with Luther. "I don't think she's capable of..." I waved my hand to the screen as I was gesturing to watching our Father die or murdering him.
"Is she?" Allison was also in doubt that our Mom would do this, we didn't want to believe it. But the best course of action was to go ask her ourselves. But I needed a change of clothes.
"You two see what you can find out. I'm off to change," I announced to them as I lifted up from the chair. "See if I have anything that fits me," they nod to me as I walk from the room and down the hallway, heading back to our bedrooms. Praying that I had an outfit that still fits...
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