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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When we arrived back at the house, I had gotten the bullet out of Diego's forearm and tried my best to patch it up with his guidance of course. He had to wear a arm sleeve so he doesn't move it at all and keep it in place. But today was a new day, Wednesday, around 8:15 am, as Allison was handing out cups of coffee to everyone, but Vanya wasn't here currently.
"Three days?" Allison spoke, handing a coffee cup to Luther as he was sat at the bar. Diego and I were sat on the side couch as opposite us was Klaus sat on the floor in front of the other couch. A warm cup of coffee sat in my hands, as my leg was over the other.
"That's what Five said," Luther answered to Allison's question.
"The old bastard did mention the apocalypse, come to think of it. He just left out the part about how soon," Klaus explained when he had his adventure with Five, coming to sit crossed legged on the floor.
"But can we trust him? I don't know if you've noticed, but Five's a little-" Allison raises her index finger to her head and did a little twirl with a whistle, indicating he's been a little loopy and mad since he came back.
"Our little psycho," Klaus remarked.
"He was convincing when he talked about it," I added to the conversation as eyes landed on me. "And I believe him about the whole apocalypse," I told my siblings the truth as he was trustworthy and why would he lie about the end of life.
"If he wasn't trying to stop an apocalypse from happening, those lunatics wouldn't be chasing him," Luther chimed in, his eyes flickering between us all.
"That's why they were after him?" Diego questioned his eyes on Luther.
"Yeah," Luther replied as it was a short answered question.
"What did Five even seen?" Allison asked her gaze was at Luther, but my own drifted from hers, as I was there when he told Luther. I brought the cup to my lips, and tilted it back as warm liquid rushed down my throat, warming my stomach up.
"Uh. Apparently, we all fought together against whoever was responsible," Luther explained as his eyes darted between us all, looking kind of sheepish as he was trying not to tell them that we all died. He remains quiet for a moment, as he didn't know where to look.
He clicks his tongue. "Ok. So, here's the plan," Luther began, raising from the stool and walked passed us. "Uh, we go through Dad's research--"
"Wait, what?" Allison began as Klaus and Diego 'whoa' a few times as they were all speaking at once.
"Wait a tick, wait a tick. What actually happened the first time around?" Klaus asked, his gaze on Luther looked uncomfortable with the question.
"Yeah. What are you not tellin' us?" Diego questioned, as I tucked my body in, looking away from anyone's gaze right now. "Come on, big boy, spit it out," Diego went on taunting him to tell us, but my eyes met with his, as we shared a look.
