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"Number Five! You haven’t been excused! Come back here!"
Completely disregarding his father’s command, Number Five tore out the front doors of the Umbrella Academy mansion. He raced up the street, eager to prove Sir Reginald Hargreeves wrong.
A flick of his hands and a flash of blue, and the scene was filled with brightly-dressed people. "Not ready, my ass," Five muttered in awe and pride, barely acknowledging the sudden warmth of sun against his back. Another jump into snowy weather; yuck, too cold, but Five didn’t care. This was so cool!
One more jump, and…
Five abruptly halted as he saw the massive fires. The smoke. The rubble. Frantically, he looked around. Not a living person in sight.
He quickly turned and raced back toward the Academy, ignoring the smoke that was burning his lungs. He quickly made it to the front of his home, which was also burning away.
" Vanya! Ben! Dad! ANYONE!!! "
Five had to get back to 2002. He had to warn his family about this! They had to stop this! He clenched his fists and tried to make the jump.
His hands glowed; aside from that, nothing. He tried again. " Come ON!!! " And again.
Five dropped his hands. "Shit," he cried as he dropped to his knees, staring tearfully ahead at the ruined home and ruined world that had now become his new reality.