"Be careful, okay," Allison said as you all stepped out of the car and stared at the bland house you parked by. Nothing out of the ordinary. "We don't know what Peabody's capable of."

"Yeah, he didn't seem dangerous when I first saw him," Diego noted with the toss of his good hand. "Looked kinda scrawny."

"Yeah, well, so are most serial killers and mass murderers." Allison scoffed and gestured to Five. "I mean, look at him."

"Thanks." Five grinned sarcastically. You noticed the way he limped, but didn't looked injured in any way. Is something wrong with him?

"Good point." Diego said, him and Five headed for the front door. "So what's this guy want with Vanya?"

You lagged behind them so you noticed when Allison snuck to the side while the two boys, not noticing, took to the front door.

"I don't know," Five replied as you went up the few steps to the front of the house. "How about we ask him after we kill him."

"Woah, woah, woah, woah, I'm gonna burst through the do-" Diego paused when he finally turned around and saw the Allison had disappeared.

Curiously, Five also looked behind him to see Allison out of sight. He caught eyes with you for a split second and a streak of pain flashed through his face, but you failed to catch what caused it.

Is he okay, you thought, wanting to ask what was up. Is he hiding something?

Diego clicked his tongue in annoyance. "You know what? It would be nice for people just to stick to-" Five's face scrunched up and he was gone the next second.

Diego glared straight at you, and in defense you raised your hands. "I'm not going anywhere."
You neither had the energy nor the motivation to find another way in.

You assumed the door was locked and went to ask Diego is he had his lock picks, but when he rammed straight through the glass part of the door you clenched your jaw shut.
That's one way to do it.

Diego moaned and groaned as he stood and you saw both Five and Allison on the other side of the broken glass. You send them a smile and let Five open the door for you.

"Subtle," Allison said, staring down at her brother with an unimpressed look.
"You know, the door was unlocked," Five said, moving aside to let you in.

You carefully stepped around the broken pieces of glass. Peabody will definitely notice someone's been here.

"Yeah, well my way works just fine."
No it doesn't.

Diego picks the shards from his clothes and heads towards another room. "Spread out. Yell if you, uh... you know, you're in trouble."

With a roll of your eyes, you follow Allison upstairs and take the first right into a bare bedroom. "Such leadership," you mutter to yourself, checking through the drawers of a nightstand.

There isn't any incriminating evidence to take note of in the room. It's just a blank, spare bedroom. You try to bend down to check under the bed, but the quick spread of pain through your stomach stops you and you pull back.

I need to let this heal before throwing myself into anymore danger. You winced and place a hand over the wet spot of your wound. It had stopped bleeding but the shirt still wasn't dry and you got plenty of looks from everyone who passed by.

Would it be weird to take a shirt from him, you thought and went into the next room that looked like a used bedroom, barely glancing at Allison as she pulled at the attic string.

It wasn't hard to find a spare shirt that Harold 'wouldn't mind' you taking. He won't notice it's gone. It would've be extremely weird to find a white tank top -now red- discarded, so you tossed it out of the window.

You fixed the blue, long-sleeved shirt over your torso and tucked the end of it into your jeans. "You guys find anyth-"

"Guys, you need to see this."

Following Allison's call, you walked up the attic stairs, pausing at the sight you saw.

Action figures and posters were everywhere; it was all of you, the umbrella academy.
But... the posters were scratched up and the actions figure's faces were-

"All our faces are burnt off."

Black residue was at the base of each figures neck, dried up and some cracking.
"Well, that's not creepy," Diego muttered. "This guy's got some serious issues."

While Allison and Diego were leaned over a few posters, Five bumped into your side.
You watched him screw his face up in pain and place his hand over his stomach.
He swayed in his spot.

"Five, are you," you started but when he tipped over and fell to the floor, you reached to catch him. "Five!"

He tilted his head back, small gasp of pain left his lips and his eyebrows we pulled together.
"What-" Allison started but when she reached for his blazer she paused. "Blood."

She lifted his shirt up and you gasped. There was a bleeding wound that looked to be a shrapnel wound. How did he get that?

"Jesus, Five," Diego whispered, a slight dip in his voice and you recognized it as worry. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"You... have to keep going," Five muttered weakly and you held his head up. "So...close." And he was out.

"Five," Allison asked, slapping his cheekily lightly but he gave no response. You didn't have to meet her eye to know what to do.

"Let's get him back to the house."