Copycat [Umbrella Academy]

Apocalyptic Prophecy From A Thirteen Year Old

"I thought I'd have more time before they found me."

"Okay, so let's all be professional about this," the leader reasoned, "On your feet and come with us. They want to talk."

Carena removed her hand from Five's but he snatched it back, urging her to take more of his power. She did so with trembling hands.

"I've got nothing to say," Five sassed.

"It doesn't have to go this way. You think I wanna shoot a kid and an innocent woman? Go home with that on my conscience?"

Five released Carena's hand and winked at her, "I wouldn't worry about that. You won't be going home."

He gently picked up a knife before spinning in his chair and stabbing the man. Carena shrieked and fell down, hiding under the counter. Five disappeared, reappearing behind them. The more gunshots rang out, the more Number Eight's body shook.

She crawled away from the action and towards the corner. But she got trapped between two men. They pointed their guns at her and she froze.

"Use your power!" Five shouted, jumping onto the back of another assassin.

Her wild eyes looked back up at the men. One of them moved their finger to the trigger and she blinked away, crashing into the far wall.

"Try it with a little more grace!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm a little rusty!" she snapped, blinking over to the door.

She gasped as a splatter of blood hit her shirt. The final man fell and Five appeared next to her. She looked down at her shirt is disgust as her brother moved over to the barely alive man in the corner. He bent over the man, grabbing the top of his head and his chin.

"Wait, wait, wait! Don't!"

He ignored her and snapped the man's neck. She groaned in exasperation and shuddered as Five faced her again.

"You have so much explaining to do."

"We don't have time."

He turned away and sat back down at the counter. He grabbed the fallen knife from the floor and rolled up his sleeves.

"Hey!" she shouted.

He rolled his eyes and lazily glanced back. Carena was fuming. Her eyes were wild and her eyebrows scrunched. Her fists clenched and she angrily stormed closer to Five.

"Okay, McFly, you better tell me everything right now or I swear I'll-"

"You'll what?" he said lowly, "There's nothing you can do to me that I haven't already survived."

"Maybe so," she shrugged, "But I sure as hell won't help you if you don't tell me what's going on. Good luck with whatever messed up crap you've gotten yourself into."

"Why do you think I let you come with me?" he asked angrily.

"Oh, I don't know!" she threw her arms out, "Maybe I was stupid enough to believe you actually wanted to spend time with your sister! Because in case you forgot, you disappeared for seventeen years, Five!"

She scoffed, turned around, and shoved the door open. The bells jingled as Five called after her, "Where are you going?"

"Home!"

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Carena's drunken person slept in until twelve the next day. All she could remember from the night before was the fight and finding a liquor store. She must've found her way home eventually, seeing as she was currently laying on a bed. Looking at her body, she realized that she hadn't even bothered to change out of her blood splattered clothes.

"Had fun last night?"

She turned her head to see Allison sitting in the chair in the corner. Her legs and arms were crossed in a stern matter. Carena scoffed and pulled herself up to her elbows.

"Not in the slightest."

"Want to tell me where that blood is from?" Allison asked, "Or better yet, whose it is."

Carena winced and held a finger to her lips to shush her sister. The former rolled her eyes and watched as Carena magically pulled out a cigarette from thin air and lit it.

"Where do you get those?" she asked incredulously.

"I always have at least one on me."

Allison stood up and plucked it from her hand, tossing it out the open window. Carena groaned in annoyance, knowing that her siblings would stop her habits constantly.

"You started smoking after Ben died. I thought it was just a coping method, but you never stopped."

"Yeah, well, life is shit. And I decided to live it the way I want," she shrugged.

"And the alcohol?"

"It tastes good."

After that statement, her sister pulled her up to a sitting position. Carena's body ached and she could smell the mix of smoke, alcohol, and blood on her body. Allison helped her completely stand and led them both out of her room. That's when Carena finally noticed the suitcase that she rolled behind them.

"Are you going somewhere?" she questioned quietly.

"I'm going to see my daughter."

Carena gasped and clapped her hands like a child, "Oh my goodness! How is Claire?"

"She's good," Allison smiled, "I haven't seen her in awhile, but I think she's doing okay...all things considering."

"Well I hope you have a merry ol' time seeing her."

Allison smiled as Carena turned her back away and trudged to her room. She was greeted with a surprise visit from Five, who sat on the edge of her bed.

"By all means," she sighed, "Come in."

She tiredly tossed her jacket on a chair and opened up her wardrobe. Too hungover to care, she removed her shirt. Five cleared his throat and she could see him look away and instantly cover his eyes in the mirror.

"Have some decency, please?" he begged.

"I'm pissed and hungover, so no."

He sighed and stood, looking out through her window. As she changed out of her bloody clothes, he began rambling, "I remember the long nights and early mornings sitting on this fire escape. We'd eat donuts and-"

"Sneak a smoke," she added.

"I don't remember doing that."

"Oh. Im mixing up my memories I suppose," she shrugged, thumping down on the hard, wood floor, "Why are you here, Five?"

He sighed and tucked his hands into his pockets, "I wanted to apologize and explain everything."

She raised her eyebrows and gestured for him to continue.

"I'm sorry for pulling you into this. I know you weren't exactly expecting a blood bath."

"I wasn't expecting my brother to come back claiming he's from the future either, but here we are."

He rolled his eyes, "Anyway, you wanted to know about my time in the future? Well, it was shit. And not because I was alone, but because I learned that the world ends in eight days...and you all die with it."

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