Vide Noir | The Umbrella Academy

Forty Seven

Chapter Forty Seven:

Della didn't need to hear the word run to do so, she was already running back towards the barn before Diego's feet left the ground. The sound of bullets filled her ears as they ran, she kept herself from looking back, hoping that by chance she wouldn't be shot by the thousands of metal death pods that were flying towards her.

Battle cries added to the chaos, Della wanted to say how ridiculous it all sounded, but given the current circumstances, she stayed quiet. They weren't close to the house, there was still half the field to cover before they could even get a chance to throw themselves inside.

"We're not gonna make it!" Diego yelled, looking back. His eyes widened, Della figured that wasn't a good sign.

Five shook his head, curving as he hooked an arm around her and dove into Diego. His brother let out a yelp of confusion as the world engulfed them in moments of darkness. The few seconds of quiet was nice, almost serene, before the sound of bullets and middle aged people screaming came back in 4k. Diego stumbled as they landed, "Five, I think I'm gonna throw up."

"No time!" He yelled, diving a few paces up behind a tractor. Della rushed up and grabbed ahold of Diego's hand, pulling him to the temporary shelter of the large farm vehicle. Bullets ricocheted off the tractor, others flying on either side and over them. Della fell against it, breathing heavily as she stared at the dull sky above them.

"What do we do now?" She questioned, rubbing her face. "The day started out decent. Now, what the hell is happening?"

"You're rambling, Adella."

"You're too calm right now, Number Five."

Diego shook his head, sneaking a glance around the tractor. He reeled back seconds later, "We blink into the house, man!"

"Okay," Five said softly, nodding as he balled his hands into fists. Della moved onto her knees, watching as blue wavered around his hands, but quickly vanished. He tried again, to no avail. "Shit, I'm out of fuel."

"What?"

He frowned, "I'm too tired."

Della pursed her lips, flinching as a bullet flew past her head, through a gap in the tractor. The Handler always had everything planned, she always had a way out. She tricked them into false security and was now trying to kill not just both her and Five, but his whole family. A hand grabbed her shoulder and she fell next to Five, staring up at Diego who seemed to be hyping himself up. "Go!" He pointed to the house, "I'll... I'll cover for you."

"Diego," Five's eyes widened, "What are you--"

"Go!" He yelled, shoving them both into the line of fire. "Take care of her, okay?"

Della yelped as ringing filled her ears, she scrambled to her feet as Five dragged her along. She couldn't help but look back at Diego, who was standing frozen without any coverage.

"Adella!" Five yelled, throwing her in front of him. The house was riddled with holes, a few back windows smashed. She nodded, breaths coming in heaves as she stumbled up the steps. "We're almost there."

She looked back again as Five swung open the screen door, fighting with the other. "Open!" He huffed, clawing at the knob.

Diego had his arms outstretched in front of him, bullets were frozen a few inches away from his face. All around him, they continued the soar past. Della couldn't help but smile, that was her brother.

"Hey!" Five snapped, tackling her into the house. She fell to the floor as he jumped up, slamming the door shut. She watched him lock it, as if that would do anything. "Come on-- hide under the table."

Della pulled herself up, following him to the only intact window that remained. They stood side by side, staring out in silence as Diego jumped back behind the tractor, a wave of energy flying by. The house shook slightly as the thousands of agents collapsed row by row. She couldn't help but sigh, resting her head against the cold pane.

Della prayed it was over. That they won, that for once they were handed an easy win. Instead, she heard Five's mumbled curses under his breath.

"What the hell?"

That didn't sound good. Della brought her head up, eyes landing on The Handler and Lila still standing in the centre of the field, bodies laying motionless around them.

"That's not good." She mumbled, eyes widening as Lila took a new stance. The ground shook slowly, the power building up as the house moved with it.

"Shit." Five cursed, grabbing ahold of her arm, pulling her back with him. "Shit!"

They hit the ground as the window shattered, glass flying everywhere. Della shuffled to the dining table, pulling Five underneath with her. Panicked breaths left her lips as her hands shook, the house groaning under the strange force. High pitched ringing filled the air, the wind picking up, threatening to blow the whole house away. She brought her hands to her ears, curling up in a ball. Five was muttering something as he curled over top of her, placing his hands over her own that covered her ears. "Breathe." She managed to hear him say over the chaos, over her own panicked thoughts. She was shaking, fear seeping throughout her body. There was no way they could win this, not with everything The Handler had at her disposal. She had people she was willing to sacrifice, thousands at that. And she had Lila, a budding psychopath she's had years to prefect.

"I'm sorry." She yelled over the commotion, shaking her head. "I should've helped more. I should've been there to help you. I should have come up with plans and tried to figure out how to get back. I was selfish. I was scared. I am scared. I just, I don't know—"

"Don't apologize."

Della wondered if this was ever going to end, or if it ended with the house collapsing on them.

She shrugged him off, turning herself around to face him. They were both hunched over, faces flushed from running, eyes filled with panic and worry.

"I should have been more focused on getting back. Maybe if I had done something more, we wouldn't be hiding under this table right now. Maybe if—"

He had leaned awfully close to her, his hand finding the collar of her shirt and pulling her close. Della froze as he brought his lips to hers, breathing her in. It wasn't like this hadn't happened before, but every time it managed to catch her off guard. When he pulled away, the house had stopped shaking. Della had a soft smile playing on her lips. She couldn't help the feeling that fluttered in her stomach, such a childish emotion. One she hadn't felt in decades, "I know I talk too much, but that was certainly a way to shut me up."

There was shuffle on the hardwood, and a shout from outside, just where the window had shattered. Della's eyes widened, turning to see dress pants and black glossy shoes. The figure kicked a table leg, causing it to inch back. Then, as quickly as they appeared, the table was kicked back, falling onto its side. Five jumped up, stepping in front of her as she joined him.

"That was adorable." Alfred rolled his eyes, staring at her. "I'd advise you to come without a fight, but since last time went so horribly wrong, I've come prepared. With that being said, I suggest you run."