❝  So, my family is alive... Shit, ❞

✧ RIGHT BACK WHERE WE STARTED ✧

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FIVE HARGREEVES

I SHOULD'VE SAID A BETTER GOODBYE. That kind of thought never failed to contaminate my mind. She was always there in my dormant hiding in the corners; Either's she's breaking me or making me feel okay. It's just always 'Five, you do this to her.' or 'Five, be less rude to her existence.'

I hate how she's just living in my head rent-free, it's really annoying.

The portal that I have created was not hesitant to dump me in a mucky puddle.

I managed to raise myself up and gaze back up at this doorway to lead us into this timeline.

"(Y/N)! Luther! Diego!" I called out in hopes of someone to go back down with me. The gushing wind didn't disappear and the crackling sound didn't stop until after a few seconds.

I felt my heart dropped when not a single person came down. A sign of life was a heads up. Even though I prefer none of them to be by my side, I sure do hope they're alright—That is, if they are even alive.

I just could never stop worrying about this family, huh?

I turned my head once I heard muffled gunshots. It smelled like dried blood and burning metal. The atmosphere felt soiled as if every breath I took felt like a punishment; It was familiar.

Overlapping gunshots is only possible for crossfire—And my guess was correct, only it wasn't some mere intersection; It was war.

I approached hastily the scene as the soldiers began to scream of suffering and pain. They spoke a different language and were in the middle of the battle from the other side of the road as explosions took over the setting.

Russian to be exact. Try being Reginald's child, English won't be your only language.

There were guns, tanks, and military planes in the area.

I walked towards a newspaper from the pile of rocks from the side. "'Soviets attack US?'"

"This can't be right..."

It shouldn't be right.

"We're gonna get you out of here. Just keep your head down." An American soldier said to an injured civilian.

"Hey, kid get down!" One of the men who was armed warmed.

But with my jumbled mind and baffled expression, I refuse to believe that this was true. "What the hell did we do now?" I whispered to myself as I continued to watch this brutal scene of destruction.

It was foolish of me to take my stand in front of something that could kill. The tank from behind me shoots out its shot in the opposite direction as my ears began to buzz and sizzle out of the reaction from the loud bang.

A glowing figure flies up as the volatile object detonated up into the air like it was nothing.

I-Is that..?

The day just continued to be weirder and weirder.

A man who I immediately recognized as Klaus who has the Jesus haircut, stroll with pride in front of the enemy with no weapon but a flock of dead people rising to their grave.

Another being appeared into thin air, a large leap could only be made possible from no other than the guy with daddy issues—Luther.

He protected Klaus by taking the rocket launcher that was supposed to target our brother. He took it like it was a pinch on the arm.

The three men from a meter away were suddenly grabbed by blue tentacles that came from above the roof. It was Ben, I'm assuming that it was due to Klaus's powers.

"Hey!" My head quickly turned to my left. "I heard a rumor, that I blew your mids." There, I saw Allison rumoring the opponent, making their head explode. People seem to forget how powerful Number Three is.

The insane guy standing on a car was of course Diego. And apparently, he has the Jesus haircut as well. Shots were fire as he rotated every bullet's trajectory back on the beholder's spot.

"Five! You sick son of a bitch! Where the hell have you been?!" Diego yelled as he saw me, his loving brother, alive and well, and ready to kill.

There was one missing. Where is she?

"Watch your back, you Hagrid look-alike!"

The voice that I've always looked forward to hear, yelled as a blue field emerges from Diego's behind, protecting him from the upcoming bullets that he wasn't aware of.

A line of energy stripe grew from both of her arms, she swung them both as the belt it carried was released to attack the ones who attempted to kill them. As soon as it hit them, both soldiers were sliced brutally, instantly resulting in their miserable death.

This was the first time I saw her do something like this. Impressive that she can now also use her powers for offensive attacks and not just for self-defense.

"Diego, just what the hell are you—" Her sentence cut off once her (E/C) eyes landed on mine.

Was she glad to see me or mad to see me? I couldn't read her face from here.

Is it just me or did she get... prettier?—Doesn't matter.

Though she did change her clothes, but it wasn't rather fitting with the situation for today so I'm assuming this has all happened in a rush.

It took us a few seconds to set us back onto our own realities. We gazed as if we didn't see each other for the longest period of time despite being in the middle of a literal war.

"(Y/N)! A little help here!" I heard Klaus complain as he got restrained by a few soldiers. (Y/N) snapped back and jogged off to help our brother.

Before I could join this devastating battle of nonsense, I felt someone's hand on my shoulder.

An old man with glasses who looked too familiar and impossible to forget; It was Hazel, all grown.

"If you wanna live come with me." He said calmly.

"Hazel. What the hell's going on here?"

"There's no time to explain... Those are nukes, old-timer." Hazel pointed to the gray sky.

"What about my family?" I questioned.

"You can't save em' if you're dead." He stated before lifting his hand a bit.

I shook it and we transported.

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Well, Hazel's dead. I don't have the time to grieve but at least he is now in peace with Agnes.

Now that has happened, the Ikea mafia not only wants to sell me furniture but also wants me to die so that's an issue.

But I shouldn't worry about that too much, I need to find six members of this god damn family first before I could deal with the Commission's shit again.

I need some fucking coffee right now.

Oh, wait. I'm holding one right now.

I'm tired, and I haven't had a nice good sleep ever since I came back to this godforsaken world. Shooting myself right now doesn't seem like a bad idea ey?

And I thought being a kid was supposed to make me flexible, why does back hurt every goddamn time.

Each of them being gone is like twisting my neck; Migraine is taking over me. Now that I met this idiot, he's making my headache worse.

And killing someone on the first day of my arrival is not something I would plan to do on my first introduction in this timeline.

Just by a glance in this whole room, this man is somewhat a maniac who probably does research on the Illuminati and government conspiracies.

"Why is it always an anal probe?" He questions. A ridiculous question.

"Any closer, and I'll melt your brain." I threatened, heading towards the side of the room where his groundwork mostly occurred.

By his tone and lousy movements, he seems harmless. Well, technically, I could kill him in a blink of an eye.

"He needs a little space. Yes. I'll be over here." He shivered, backing up his footsteps.

"All those contraptions on the roof, you built those, right?" Before I arrived inside this place, those were the first thing I have noticed. I'm assuming he knows something that's happening.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, sure did—Yeah, I've been tracking anomalies in... in the atmosphere—Just waiting."

Crazy how something like that could make someone insane—Take an example from this man.

"Waiting for what?"

"For you—For all of you." He answered. He definitely knows something.

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For the past three years, he was observing what was coming down from the six energy surges that appeared.

Anything you can learn from this guy is patience—With a little insanity on the side.

"A bright blue light, then something appears."

"Did you get a good look at any of them?"

"Yeah, the first one—And then the big sensitive one."

"'Sensitive'" Pretty sure that one was Luther.

"Yeah, cried a lot. Kept coming back to the alley, sat around for hours calling a woman's name. Uh... Allison."

"He wasn't the only one—Uh, others came too, off and on over the years, looking for each other. Eventually, they stopped."

"So, my family is alive... Shit," I whispered as relief spreads across my chest once I saw their pictures. Still don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

"I think I stranded them here. No, listen to me." I approached the man. His behavior seems to display that he was terrified of me. "Eliott. Eliott. M-My name... My name's E-Eliot." He mumbled, trying his best to stay away from me.

"Whatever! All right? I got ten days to find them and save the world. Now, I need your help to do that."

"Y-You need my h-help..?—Y-You know, I always thought that this m-model from a magazine resembled the arrival of a girl your age." Elliott pulled out a magazine with a girl sitting on a cushioned couch with '60s clothing.

"Eight..?" I snatched the cover from his hand and stared at it. She was fully covered and was wearing a fox mask, I don't know why but I could just tell that this was her.

As I turned the back part, there were pins of cut-out magazines that revealed a part of herself such as the side of her face. I'm assuming these were hand-made by Elliot to serve as proof that she's the one from that strange event he was talking about.

"S-she's actually q-quite famous among the female audience... Though she kept a secret identity so no one really knows who she was—I mean, except me of course..." He added.

"She did commercials and modeling—She was known as 'Artemis'." He explained, the horrified tone still remains.

My eyes suddenly shifted to the ground where stacks of magazines with her as the cover of the month.

I couldn't believe it. I kneeled down and reached for one. She really became famous for this timeline.

Despite the different kinds of mask, and overall covered clothes with retro-colored quality. I just know this was her. I know every inch of that woman's body more than anybody else.

"I-Is she someone important to you?" Elliot asked softly once he noticed how I got upset with it.

I stood up and grabbed his collar. He began to squirm, but with the death stare that I gave, he immediately stopped. "Why do you have this?" I asked. I had to make sure he wasn't having all of these for... other reasons.

"H-Hey man! I-I'm nothing like that, I swear! She's a controversial person, basically, everyone is just curious about her identity, r-really!"

I lowered my lids and gave him a signal that I wasn't buying his story.

"B-Besides that, I have been collecting proof of those strangers I s-saw in the alleyway, l-like number four r-right here—H-Here's the mugshot!" Elliot searched for his drawer and shoved out a picture of Diego from a newspaper clipping.

With that, it was enough proof. I skimmed it and kept it in my pocket and grabbed another magazine.

I need to find her first.

I can't believe she would do this. Did she ever thought that maybe it would have some sort of effect on the timeline?! We literally talked about the butterfly effect since we were seven!

Well, half of my lecture was her sleeping.

On the bright side, she has her identity a secret.

But despite her dressing up in an unprovocative manner, I'm getting tingles that to whoever helped her with her modeling career.

We all know it will be the next body that I will bury.

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Fun Fact: (Y/N)'s outfits and new taste in fashion is making Five lose his mind because he thinks she looks good in everything she wears despite him having negative feedbacks about it.

A/N: this is only the one time thing i would write in five's perspective alright since it will be boring to have in the usual third pov for this chapter. he's a complex character and i dont think id have him portrayed accurately; so this a one time thing lol

i did this as fan service, just a thank you to all my readers because ilysm 😘

I JUST REALIZED ELLIOT (the character) IS IN LUCIFER. I KNEW HE WAS FAMILIAR.

QOTD: Who is your favorite duo in the Umbrella Academy?

luther was annoying until season 2. not my favorite but luther and five is just adorable