"He successfully managed to prevent the apocalypse?" I asked in disbelief as I looked at the picture Herb had shown me. "A 13 year old boy like him?" I laughed. "Come on, it's not April Fool's day, now, is it?" I looked at him, hoping he'd tell me it was a joke, but his face stayed serious.

"Actually, he's 58. After doing a time jump, he got stuck in this body due to some miscalculations." Herb replied as I shuffled through the files. "Listen, Pente, we just want you to keep a close eye on him for now, okay? We're still unsure whether or not we can trust him." Pente, the name that I was given as an assassin. I got called this name so much by now, I don't even remember my own name. It's Greek for "Five". Maybe it was destiny to meet someone with a name like mine, a number, so insignificant that we didn't even get an actual name.

He seemed quite worried. He had told me about what had happened after the handler got killed. "You're the most skilled assassin we could find for this task." He added.

I let out a chuckle. "He may be 58, but I'm sure I can defeat him easily as long as he's stuck like this." I reached into my pockets and looked at my phone. "It's getting late, I better get going!" I said, getting ready to go and attaching my knives to their respective places. "Pente! You're not supposed to kill him!" Herb reminded me. "I know, only when it's necessary, you don't have to tell me twice. Don't be such a party pooper." I laughed. "I just want my fun." I quietly added, looking at the picture.

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I was sitting in a car nearby the umbrella academy, hugging the briefcase I got. I had been waiting for what felt like an eternity and I was getting bored. I expected a lot more thrills, a lot more action but everything was just quiet and normal. Nobody came in, nobody came out. I could only see someone pass by the windows from time to time, but couldn't quite make out who they were. I could only make out Number One, since his appearance was quite.. unique.

I just assumed that all family members were home. I decided to wait a little more and eventually try to sneak in. It was against my orders to go in, but I just couldn't resist. It was getting way too boring, so I got out of the car and tried to look for good ways to get in.

It's quite easy for me to get anywhere actually. I can make myself invisible for short periods of time, like that, I can easily get in unnoticed. However, this also brings it's disadvantages. I can still be touched and still be heard when invisible, so I need to be careful not to knock things over or even sneeze.

I found my way in at the side of the building via a ladder. Not very smart built, anybody can easily just get in. While making my way into the building, I felt a little uneasy. It seemed way too simple. They might all be good fighters, but it seems way too easy to get in and out of the place. I shook my head and decided to just get going, a little action is just what I was seeking after all. I found myself in a bedroom. I wasn't sure whose it was, so I decided to just look at the other rooms and see what I can find. "There must be something to kill him for." I quietly chuckled. 

I made my way through a hallway that led to what I assumed were everyone's rooms. It was pretty quiet, so I wasn't that cautious, thinking they were all in other parts of the mansion. Maybe I wanted to get caught though, sitting in that car for so long was really tiring.

"Pente, stay concentrated!" he shouted as I felt a sharp pain going through my back. I had probably already started bleeding from all the whipping. It hurt but also felt numb at the same time, I didn't even scream anymore every time it hit me. "I'm sorry." I tried to keep my voice clear, but you could hear the secret pain, leading to getting another whipping.

"Say that again, I can't hear you!" - "I am sorry!" I replied, louder and clearer, trying to concentrate on my harsh training again. The fate of an orphan, trained to be a top assassin. I actually wasn't sure if I was actually an orphan. I'm sure they kidnapped me back then, knowing what I was capable of. A child with extraordinary powers, but still incapable of self defense. An easy catch if you have parents that barely cared.

My training went on, if I made a mistake I was punished. You get used to it, really. The scars remind you of how much you've processed over the years. Maybe I should be thankful that they took it upon themselves to train me. Yes, they treated me harshly, but who else would've shown me how to control my powers? Despite the treatment I've received, I'm still glad I got a place to sleep, 3 meals a day and a teacher to help me. Life isn't easy after all.

I don't know who I am, can't even remember my real name. I only have an estimated birthday and I'm sure I wasn't born in the country I was trained in. I've lived in Russia most of my life but got sent to the United States around 5 years ago on my first mission alone. Since then, I've stayed there.

This year, the commission board contacted me. They lost almost all their workers, as I've heard. My teacher is an ol friend of the board, so they begged him to send me to their quarters not too long ago. It was nice meeting new people that you wouldn't have to immediately eliminate right after for once. The commission offered me various things, mostly money, but that's not what I needed.

Everything that has been taken from me can't be given back to me after all.

I shook my head, trying to get rid of the thoughts from my past. If I slack off now, I can get into trouble with the commission, since I'm already disobeying their commands.

Right as I thought that, I accidentally ran against a shelf, causing a few books to fall to the ground with a loud thud. "Fuck" I quitely said to myself, hurrying to get the books back in and hoping that no one noticed.

"Great job, Pente." I thought as I heard steps coming towards me. I panicked, so instead of going somewhere else, I stood right next to the shelf, making myself invisible and holding my breath. The steps stopped and I heard a sort of static noise. Suddenly, someone appeared right in front of the shelf. Knowing my luck, it was of course Number Five, looking around cautiously. I already stood there like this for around 15 seconds, I am only able to stay invisible for around a minute, depending on how well I can concentrate. Since I had to hold my breath in order to not get noticed however, it was getting really hard for me.

He looked me dead in the eye, as if he could see me, causing my breath to hitch. Without hesitation, he went into a fighting position, looking my way. I knew my cover was blown, so I quickly tried to run away while still invisible. I couldn't concentrate however, since his glare had hypnotised me in a way, so I appeared right in front of him, tripping and falling to the ground.

He stood there, looking down at me with a smirk. "Now, that wasn't very professional of you." he said as I noticed that he was actually armed with a small dagger. "I know the commission sent you, you don't have to play pretend with me." He stepped closer, sort of standing above me now. I looked to both my sides, trying to look for something to arm myself with, yet there wasn't much around.

I figured that my only option is to kick him as he gets closer to me, just to win some time. I can only make myself invisible every three minutes, so I had to distract him somehow. I tried making him trip, but he was quicker, doing a spatial jump behind me. I got up quickly, trying to escape from him, but of course Five is always one step ahead of me.

"You're not quite like their assassins though, where do you come from and why did they hire you, who gets distracted so easily?" He asked as he appeared in front of me, startling me. I laughed, slightly out of breath. "At least I got the adventure I wanted." I made myself invisible again, running past him and quickly escaping through a window. I heard how he tried to chase me, but he quickly lost track due to the echoing of my steps in the hallway.

As I made my way back to the car, I could see him rushing outside, looking around cluelessly. His siblings soon followed, looking around as well. I chuckled. "Thanks for the entertainment today, Five." I said to myself, holding the dagger that he had in my hand. "Better be careful next time."