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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We were all now back at the house, I had to eventually let Five go, but the silence in that room was bliss. I paced in the main entrance of the house, as the chandelier was still on the floor, smashed as no one bothered to sort it out. I saw Diego's car near the house, meaning he was home and I was waiting, so I could talk to him. Loud footsteps came to ear as I came to turn to see Klaus coming down the stairs, he was wearing a long face, but he was trying to keep up his appearance.
"Oh God, Klaus!" I exclaimed, thanking God he was alive and well. He smiles thinly at me, as I rush to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him into the hug. He wraps his arms around me, soaking in the hug, enjoying this moment. "I'm glad you're safe!" I rubbed his back with my hand, generating some comfort. We pull back after a moment, as he looked depressed. But I saw dog tags hanging around his neck, which I've never seen him wear before.
"What happened here?" He asks, gesturing to the smashed chandelier on the ground, dismissing my comment.
"You look like shit," Diego's voice rang out to the right of us, as he was walking through the room.
"Oh why, thank you. Hey, where you going?" Klaus asks, his eyes on Diego walking around the chandelier and to the door.
"Nope," Diego replied straight off, knowing what Klaus wanted.
"What?" Klaus asked, edging closer as Diego stopped in his tracks and looked to Klaus.
"I'm not giving you a ride," Diego spoke, but I looked at him with a gaze.
"Oh, come on, man. You know I can't drive," Klaus stepped closer to Diego, pleading as he needed a ride.
"I don't---" Diego was lost for words, not denying his brother.
"Ok, great. I'll get my things. Two minutes," Klaus pats Diego on the chest thanking him for agreeing to help him. I couldn't help but chuckle at him as it was the Klaus we knew. Diego took a deep sigh as he knew he wasn't going to get away with it.
"I want to come with you," I spoke straight to him, as he draws his eyebrow to me, wondering what I was talking about. "To help you. I thought it over, and I don't want you to do this alone. Because you're not," he smiles for a moment, knowing I meant well, but it soon faded to his blank expression.
"It's dangerous, I can't ask you to-"
"I don't care. I know the risks and I'm all in," I spoke with confidence as I didn't give him time to reply, as I headed through the door and to the front one, pushing it open to be met with the cool air of the day.
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Klaus finally made it to the car, as I sat in the middle at back of the car, as I imagined Klaus would want shotgun. We drove along the roads, as Klaus lent into his door, drinking vodka from the bottle. I could tell something was wrong with him, and it put me on edge as I didn't like to see my siblings in pain or suffering from something.
