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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Diego, Klaus and I continued our bowling session on our lane, which was quiet fun as I was cheating the hell out of them both to get strikes all the time. Allison re-joined us without Luther, as the game was going well. Klaus was currently taking his turn as Allison, Diego and I were convened off the lanes and at tables nearby, but we stood as we couldn't sit. Five was also gone, no idea where he went as he didn't tell one of us. I wasn't paying attention to much stuff, I could hear laughter from the next lane, and pins falling down. But out of the corner of my eye, I could see Luther walking over to us.
"All right, where's Five?" Luther asks, his gaze cocking between us.
"He left," Diego announce, as Luther quickly didn't looked pleased.
"Oh, for the love of... Where'd he go?" Luther questioned as we had no idea where he went.
"Forgot to tell us," I remarked to Luther as I cross my arms over my chest, standing between Allison and Diego. I could see Klaus sneak his way around Allison and to the popcorn on the table.
"Well, we're not waiting around for him. The concert starts in thirty minutes," Luther states his eyes flickering between us all.
"All right, so what's the plan?" Diego asks, wondering what was the plan to stop Vanya and the whole world ending.
"Well, I think that, um..." Luther began as he was showing various of expression as I could see the cogs turning in his head as he hadn't thought of a solid plan. "We go to the Icarus Theatre," he states as that was just a place, not a plan.
"That's a location, not a plan," Diego spoke his mind, and took the words right from my head. Luther opened his mouth to speak, but closed it once again as he had nothing to give us. "What? Is that all you got?" Diego crept forward to Luther as their gazes were locked on one another. "Look, you wanna be Number One, fine, but you're gonna have to get us on the same page, because right now, we're all over the place," Diego was bone straight with Luther as there was not time to muck around.
"You're right," Luther replied which was kind of a shocker. "We need a plan," he states, as we all had to pitch in.
"Would be lovely wouldn't it. But we're in a bowling alley, wearing frickin' bowling shoes," I state wildly as this wasn't the way I thought we would be tonight, but we here, wearing ugly, unflattering shoes. A sound of clattering came to our ears, making us turn our gazes to the front door. My eyes widen in shock as I see geared up men come in, their faces were protected with gas masks, as their eye holes were red. They all were holding machineguns and before anyone knew, they began to fire at us.
"Get Down!" Luther yells as I dove across to the right, crawling upon the floor and to Klaus and Allison who held their extends hands out and dragged me over to them as we perched between the table as Luther and Diego was at the other side. I could hear glass smashing, screams as customers fled from the place.
