Vide Noir | The Umbrella Academy

Forty Eight

Chapter Forty Eight:

Della wasn't expecting this man to make a reappearance, certainly not during their certain predicament. His hair was slicked back, in what looked like a new and expensive suit, deep red lines running down in a pattern. She clicked her tongue when the realization hit-- he was matching the Handler, the woman who owned him, who he had apparently grown so loyal too in the matter of weeks.

Luther's voice sudden floated in, a string of inaudible words, but the panic in his voice showed. "Go help them."

"I'm not leaving you with him."

She sent him a glare, "Go help your family."

He matched her gaze, before nodding as Luther's voice raised. Five ran for the door, disappearing in a haze of blue before his hand reached the handle. She turned to Alfred, chest heaving in a deep sigh.

"She's gonna kill you when she's done with you, ya know?"

He snorted, "No."

"She's doing the same to us right now." Della shrugged, "You see all those bodies outside? What makes you think you're not next?"

"Stop stalling, Adella."

She rolled her eyes, "Is this still about Marilla?"

His face paled, shaking his head. Clearly it was, and he was very much still upset about it. "Look, I'm sorry, alright?"

"I told you to run."

Della nodded slowly, pursing her lips. "In that case." She told him, "Screw you."

The man dropped the briefcase, eyes still poring into hers. She wondered when he was going to strike, and where. The house was almost half destroyed all ready, they stood in glass shards and pieces of drywall from the cracked ceiling. Alfred reached behind his back, but Della ducked down to her knee, dodging as Alfred swung overhead with a gun gripped in his hands. She was up in an instant, body humming with energy.

With an outstretched hand she beckoned the weapon over, to which it flew from his grip into hers. A smile stretched on her face, it seemed for the most part her powers were back to normal. "Need this?" She questioned, throwing it up in the air, watching as it was torn apart by nothing at all. Pieces fell to the ground, landing with a soft clinks. Alfred's eyes widened, bringing himself to a fighting stance.

"Whatever you did to me last time." Della spoke slowly, "Won't be happening again."

He charged, closing in as he swung an arm out, trying to land a punch. Della remained still, mind focused on getting the broken glass to move. Whatever he had done last time, definitely still had its hold on her, but she was better. Maybe it was good she had to focus hard on certain things, it reminded her that what she could do wasn't to be taken for granted.

The man paused as chunks of glass flew through the air, all around the main floor they soared around, forming a bubble around her. Alfred paused, staring at the sharp ends. Della watched, the glass turning its ends towards him, warning him to not come closer.

The floorboards vibrated underneath her feet, Luther flew in through the window, landing on the dining room table, crushing it.

The glass collapsed around her, Della sucked in a breath as Alfred lunged, picking up a shard on his way. She darted to the side, spinning as she felt something fly to her hand.

Her mind kept telling her to end him, to just get it over with. Della could kill him with the blink of an eye, just as she did to a few members of the board, but something in her heart was telling her not too. To wait, even if only to take all her pent up rage and use it on the Handler.