Sir Reginald adopted seven children orignally.
When they all grew up he created Number Eight.
Meet Layla Hargreeves, a young girl who is the creation of seven viles.
Follow Layla as she devlops her powers as the world ends.
Based off the Netflix...
"You say that I'm messing with your head All 'cause I was making out with your friend Love hurts whether it's right or wrong I can't stop 'cause I'm having too much fun"
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
Five's mind flash flooded with the terrible images from the apocalyptic society. Unlike the news flashes it had been quickly becoming a sudden reality. Four days, until the fate of the world ended upon the hands of an old man who was stuck in a thirteen year olds body. His voice cracked, shuddering at the sound. Five had a gut wrenching feeling Layla could help him. Amongst the rest of his siblings she seemed the most approachable. Scratch that he maybe could not want to kill her in the small time span he had left to work with. Luther and his stuipd monkey DNA stopped Five from finding Layla. "Reginald was just an old man losing his marbles" Diego fought with himself, his stutter reapproaching. He seemed so confident, if Five hadn't been on a mission to find Layla he would have stopped to make fun of the grown man in spandex.In fact truly did love his siblings seeing their cold faces empty hurt him. Eventually Fie did fine the girl, emitting an illusion of some kind. A bright deep blue butterfly swirls around her palm before disappearing into thin air. "Hello, five." Layla greeted the boy and wondered if she had noticed him during the butterfly incident. "Layal? I would like to ask you a few things?" Five asked intriguingly as he took a seat on her twin bed. Feeling the silky texture of Layla's bed spread. "Yes?" Lalya replied staring into the boy's bright emerald green pools. His orbs started right into her chocolatey brown orbs, allowing the eye contact to maintain while they were speaking properly. Her love for comic books and graphic novels struck him as odd. However, Five soon realized she was a part of them, she was real. Real enough, her body was just blood. She was made up of a mixture of DNA. Layla was just like them, she was just like them.
