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I was walking through the street, tugging my jacket closer to my body. It was a surprisingly cold day. I was just headed to the store to buy some groceries. I quickly pulled out my phone to check the list of items I had to buy. Bread, Ham, yeah yeah, I get it.
I was halfway to the store when I saw some kid in a posh uniform run onto the street. He seemed to have come out of that weird academy, but how should I know? My mother never let me near it.
Before I could think anymore about it, the kid crashed into me, and I hit the ground.
Hard.
I don't know how long I was out for. When I opened my eyes, instead of a bustling street, it was empty. Deserted. The smell of burnt flesh and hair filled my senses.
What the hell happened?
I shot up, my head pounding, did I have a concussion? I quickly ran back to my house, phone in hand. I burst inside to see-
Oh god.
I don't want to remember what I saw.
My mother, sister, and father were all dead, somewhat melted together. I gagged at the sight and smell, pulling myself out of the wrecked house.
I sat down on the dusty pavement, sobbing.
Please tell me this is all a bad dream.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by the same kid that crashed into me. "HEY!" He quickly ran over "Come with me-" He said. He pulled me up from the ground, then dragged me into the only shelter that wasn't wrecked. He sat down, "Hey, calm down. I- I can explain why you're here." He said. I stopped sniffling and looked at him "Explain then." I wasn't in the mood to beat around the bush. "Well, I'm from that academy, the Umbrella Academy. We all have- I mean, had, powers. I can jump through time and space. I was testing out the 'time' feature when I crashed into you and went way too far. I don't know what the exact year is, but this-" He waved his hand in the air "-Whole thing, happens in 2019."
I stared at him. "Oh god-" I began crying again, not the loud type, but the silent type, when you just cant stop. "Hey- Hey, it's okay. I'll get us back, okay? We'll be back in no time, I promise."
Why did he care so much?
I sniffled a bit "Sorry, I- I should've introduced myself by now- I'm Sam. Samuel Brandt."
"Five Hargreeves. Don't worry, we'll make it out of here." It sounded like he was telling himself that, just as much as he was telling me, but I appreciated it all the same.
"I hope so."