On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these woman had been pregnant when the day first began. Sir Reginald Hargreeves eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.
He got 8 of them
Number 8 - Lorna
It was another normal day for Lorna, she was at home in her small apartment painting her stress away into a painting of her family.
Not the umbrella academy, but the Hargreeves family. She missed them and even though her father wasn't the greatest, he was the one who brought them together.
As Lorna places the finishing touches on Ben's face, the news on her tv caught her attention. "We're going now live to a breaking story. Moments ago, police reported the death of the most eccentric and reclusive billionaire, Reginald Hargreeves."
Lorna looks down as the reporter continues, but she doesn't listen and puts her paint brush down as she sighs sadly.
Lorna always knew this day would come, and as much as she despised the cruel man, she didn't want it to come so soon.
(Lorna wears the outfit at the top)
Never in a million years did Lorna think she would be back home, but here she was, standing in front of the academy. Lorna took a deep breath as she walked up to the door but stopped when she heard a cab park in front of the academy.
Lorna turned around to see her sister Vanya getting out of the cab. "Vanya?"
Vanya looks up to see her sister. "Lorna?"
Lorna smiles as she walks towards her sister. "Hey. Oh, my god, it's been forever."
Vanya nods putting her hands in her pockets. "Yeah, it has been."
Lorna brought Vanya into a hug as Vanya awkwardly hugged her back.
Once they let go, it became very awkward and silent as the two girls stood there, until Lorna broke the silence by clearing her throat. "Uh, maybe we should go inside."
Vanya nodded in a agreement. "Yeah."
The sisters walk up the steps and through the doors only to be greeted by a seemingly empty house.
The two girls set their bags down and start to look around, their robot mother catching their attention. Grace just stares at the fireplace as Vanya tries to greet her. "Hey, mom."
Grace doesn't respond. "Mom?"
They suddenly hear someone call out to them. "Vanya, Lorna? You're actually here."
It was Allison.
The third sister walks down the stairs and softly chuckles as Vanya greets her. "Hey, Allison."
Allison greets Vanya back. "Hey, sis."
Allison hugs Vanya, the shorter sister awkwardly hugging back.
They pull away, Allison smiling as she turned to Lorna. "Hey, Lor."
Lorna smiled. "Hey, Ali."
Allison hugs her sister, Lorna doing the same.
As the two pull away Diego walks in. "Ah. What is she doing here?"
He was referring to Vanya as he continued to walk towards the stairs. "You don't belong here. Not after what you did."
Diego walks up the stairs as Allison asks. "You're seriously going to do this today?"
Lorna backs her up. "Way to dress for the occasion, by the way."
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FanfictionOn October 1, 1989 43 woman all around the world gave birth. Out of those 43, 8 were bought. Lorna was one of the 8 kids raised in the Umbrella Academy. She was the artist in the family and enjoyed the things no person normally does. Just like most...