Wednesday. 8:15 2019 (again...)
3rd person POV:
"Hold the phone. We all died fighting this thing the first time around. Remember?" Klaus asked Luther.
"Klaus, shockingly, has a point. What gives us a win this time?" Diego questioned.
Suddenly, a light flashed above the siblings. Then, Five and Eight land roughly on the counter. Five landed on the briefcase and Eight landed next to him, almost falling.
"J-- Jesus!" Allison exclaimed.
"You guys, am I still high, or do you see them, too?" Klaus asked with a little shock.
"Five, Eight where have you guys been?" Luther asked.
Five tried to get off the counter, but failed at the attempt and fell. Eight quickly tried to help, but was in too much pain from the fall.
Luther and Allison caught Five, "Are you alright?" Asked Allison.
"Who did this?" Luther asked, very confused about what happened.
"Irrelevant," Five answered as he grabbed Allison's coffee from her hands. Allison helped Eight get off the counter.
Five limped close to the couch as Eight stretched out her aching body. Five then chugged the coffee down. The siblings just watched them, extremely puzzled.
After drinking most of it, Five sighed and turned to face his siblings. "So the apocalypse is in three days. The only chance we have to save our world is, well, us," Five swung the cup high.
"The Umbrella Academy," Luther said.
"No idiot, the D.C. Superheros," Eight muttered sarcastically.
"Yeah, but with me and Eight, obviously. So if you don't get your sideshow acts together and get over yourself, we're screwed. Who cares if Dad messed us up? Are we going to let that define us? No. And to give us a fighting chance to see next week, we've came back with a lead," Five held up a paper.
"We know who's responsible for the apocalypse," Eight said with her arms crossed.
Five gave to paper to Allison, "This is who we have to stop," He explained. She opened it, all of them leaned to read the note.
"Harold Jenkins?" Allison questioned.
"Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?" Diego asked.
Five slurped the last bit of his coffee before throwing it across the room, "I don't know... yet. But I do know he's responsible for the apocalypse. So we have to find him. And we have to do it now," Five instructed.
"How is he connected to what's going to happen?" Luther asked.
"We don't know," Eight admitted.
"Wait, so you just know his name? That's it?" Diego questioned.
"That's enough," Five stated.
"There's probably dozens of Harold Jenkins in the city," Diego guessed.
"Well, we just better start looking, then."
"I'm sorry. Am I the only one that's skeptical here?" Allison asked.
Five did a soft grunt and he looked at his side. Eight noticed this, "Are you alright?" She asked quietly.
"Yeah, just a little bruised. That's all," Five reassured with a smile. Eight looked at him before looking up again.
"I mean, how exactly do you know all of this about what's his name?" Allison continued.
"Harold Jenkins. You know those lunatics in masks who attacked the house?" Five asked.
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The Story of Number Five and Number Eight
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