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On the first day of October, 1989, forty-three women around the world simultaneously gave birth. None of these women showed any prior signs of pregnancy. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and playboy adventurer, made it his personal mission to find and adopt as many of these children as possible. He got eight of them.
Dear Diary, my family.
Number One/Luther
Luther is definitely the sibling I hate the most. That doesn't sound nice but, come on, he never was. Maybe to Allison but, not me. Luther's powers are super strength. He definitely stood out in the group, he was bigger than the rest of us after all. He was tall, he had dirty blond hair and pretty big muscels. For a kid, it's pretty impressive. I wish Luther was nicer, maybe if he was I'd still be alive right now. Well, that's what I'm aiming for, to not be alive. That's beside the point. As toddlers, Luther and me got along. I don't know what happened. When we turned seven he just didn't want to interact with me anymore. It hurt but, I'm okay with it now. He's a mega bitch but he's my brother and I love him like one. I wouldn't want to see him hurt.
Dear Luther: I wish we had gotten along better. Maybe we can in the afterlife. P.S. This is NOT your fault.
Number Two/Diego
I never got along with Diego perfectly but he wasn't a bad brother. Diego had uncanny aim, also known as trajectory manipulation. He could change the pathway of objects mid air, it's as cool as it sounds. He throws knives. He has a collection that he keeps on him and he'll throw them at enemies. Sometimes he tricks them. We have this thing we do, I'll stand in front of him and he'll throw the knife at me, tricking the enemies into thinking he'll stab me. Then, he'll change the pathway and hit the bad guys. It's so fun to see their faces when they realize they'll get stabbed. That sounds evil, I'm not evil. At least, I don't think I am. I just like spending time with Diego, even if that means all we do is kill bad guys. He's cool, I've always looked up to him. I love Diego. I feel really bad for the pain I'm about to cause.
Dear Diego: I love you Diego and I'm really sorry.
Number Three/Allison
Allison is usually always with Luther. I don't like that, I want to spend more time with my sister. Allison can control minds. She can make the bad guys shoot each other which is really cool. Allison is nice to me, even though she spends every waking moment with the sibling who hates me the most. I don't have much to say about Allison because I don't see her that often. She's a good fighter, she's strong too. I hope she stays just as strong as she is now.
Dear Allison: I love you sis, stay strong.
Number Four/Klaus
I don't know where to start with Klaus. If I had to rate my siblings Klaus would get a second place medal. Klaus can commune with the dead. I'd say this is cool but he's got a lot of trauma from it. Klaus picked up an addiction, we're only thirteen but he hit the unlucky jackpot. I don't blame him for finding ways like that to cope, I have other ways that I'm not proud of. Sobriety isn't easy, I get it. I just wish some angel would come down and wipe it all from him. All the trauma, the need to drink, do drugs, all the pain he has suffered through. I wish I could take it all away from him and put it onto myself. Make his suffering stop. Dad always picks on him and his powers for some reason. I get it, they're cool but there are six more of us with powers. Six other people he can torture instead. Klaus and me tend to spend our evenings together. When he can, he sneaks out of his room and into mine. We joke around, play games, talk. Once he brought a flask with him and he let me try some sort of alcohol. It burnt but I kinda liked it. I only took one sip though, I didn't want to get into that kind of stuff. Our Dad only ever caught us hanging out together once, it was horrible. He got really mad at me and Klaus. Since he was in my room I just told father that I needed him to bring me something and it was all my fault. I don't know if he believed me. He locked me in the basement, away from all human contact for three days. I only ever saw Mom and Pogo. Klaus has always been there for me, I wish I could say I'll always be here for him.
Dear Klaus: I love you. I love you more than I could love myself. Thank you for everything Bro.
Number Five
Five never got a name, he disappeared before Mom gave us names. Five left six months ago. Me and Five never got along yet I remember the day he left like it was yesterday. I find that kind of funny to be honest. He left after supper. He was being stubborn like always but that night he went too far. Five can control space and time. He can teleport from one place to another, it came pretty handy when taking down bad guys. He time-traveled away, we haven't seen him since. Vanya's been really down about it. I don't know how I feel about it. Me and him never got along. He bullied the hell out of me. I'll always remember the last thing he said to me. "Oh my god Eight, you're so fucking annoying." All I did was tell him supper was nearly ready. "You don't fucking stop. You're always up in someones business just wanting to be liked. Well guess what Eight? No one does. No one likes you, you'd be better off dead." He stormed away from me after that, leaving me in tears. This made me realize, he's not my brother. We aren't a real family, we're just playing make-believe. Reginald isn't my dad, he just bought me. I feel a brotherly and sisterly love for these people but not Five. He'll never be my brother. I'm okay with that, I just wish he was my friend. I wish I had good things to say about Five, he's missing after all. I guess something that sticks out to me is the way he talks. He sticks his neck out, showing more expression. When he's stressed, he rubs his hands together or he rubs the back of his neck. Okay, yea, I pay a lot of attention to Five. He's interesting, how could I not? Me and Five only have one good memory together. We were fighting some robbers at a bank, they had everyone tied up while they attempted to rob it. We went in, we beat the shit out of them, we let the victims go and we left the robbers for the cops. We then stood outside in a line, by our numbers. Luther, then Diego, Allison, Klaus, Five, Ben and then me at the end of the line. Ben had his arm wrapped around me and Five. Five was really happy with what we had achieved, I can't blame him, we all were. While we were leaving the bank when Five wrapped his arms around me. I was in shock, this has never happened before, he's never shown any kind of affection towards me. I returned the hug after my moment of processing. It was oddly comforting, hugging Five. After about fifteen seconds he let go and made eye contact. He had a huge grin on his face, so did I. He grabbed my hand and we ran to the others, they had already left the bank and they were at the limo we drive in. He let go of my hand once we made it, he left my side as well. That was the only time he had ever done anything nice to me. I'll keep that memory in my head until I die, it's important to me. I wish I had more to say about him, more nice things that is. I don't know what I'd do if he ever came back, give him a hug maybe? I like to believe he's sorry for what he said, for how he treated me. If he's not it's whatever, it's not like he's here anyway.
Dear Five:If you ever come back, make sure my brothers and sisters are okay. Make sure they don't blame themselves for my parting.
Number Six/Ben
Ben is my favorite sibling, my favorite person in the world. I would take a bullet for him, I'd jump in front of a train for him. In fact, I have taken a bullet for him once in a mission. It was a shootout at a primary school, we were the same age as the kids in the school. There were three shooters so they should have been easy to take down but we were young at the time, it was one of our first missions. The three men were just too big, they could have killed us all if it weren't for Luther and his super strength. Trust me, the rest of us got one HELL of a talking after that. Long story short, one of the men shot a bullet at Ben but I jumped in front and got hit in my thigh. I tried my best to stay awake and help defeat the three guys, but I failed not too long after we defeated them. Luther attacked them and then Diego finished them off. I fainted in Five's arms, he was the closest to me (I'm surprised he didn't drop me with his hate for me). Anyway, me and Ben have always been close, I hate to see him sad. He hates his powers, he can summon tentacles out of his stomach. It's pretty sick to be honest but he doesn't think so. I wish I could be of comfort to Ben for the rest of his life, it pains me to leave him.
Dear Ben: I love you and I'm really sorry but I had to do it. Stay strong Brother.
Number Seven/Vanya
Vanya has no powers, that doesn't sit right with me but whatever. Vanya is my favorite sister (I only have two anyway). She's great at violin, she's funny, kind, pretty, smart and the thing I envy most about her, she's normal. She doesn't risk her life for strangers everyday, she doesn't hurt her body while exercising so she doesn't get shot. She's safe, she's everything I want to be. I hate how the others pick on her, she's great. Everyone in this dumb household thinks we have no value if our powers aren't good enough. I blame Dad for that. Vanya is talented, she's the perfect sister. I don't really have any stories with her, we weren't together that often. I mean, once Five disappeared me and Vanya together left out his favorite sandwich, peanut butter and marshmallow. It's a GREAT sandwich, Five introduced it to me. I love Vanya dearly, I can only hope she'll stay strong while I'm gone.
Dear Vanya: You're good enough, don't let anyone tell you different.
Mom/Grace
Mom is a robot, I'm not sure if she has feelings, I'm sure if I should leave her a not because I don't know if she'd read it. Mom helped me live my life, she's the only parent figure I'll ever have. It's weird to love a robot, I guess all of us kids do though. Everything I've become is because of Mom, everything good I've become that is. I'm scared to leave her.
Dear Mom: I love you, thank you for everything Mom.
Pogo
Well, Pogo is.... special. Aren't we all though? Pogo is a chimpanzee but he talks and walks on two feet. He's like a babysitter, except so much more. I love Pogo and I can only hope he'll be okay.
Dear Pogo: Make sure everyone will be okay. I love you.
"Dad"/Sir Reginald Hargreeves
Fuckin hate this guy. Only thing he's good for is being a shit dad and abusing his kids. I wouldn't be where I am a today without him, and today I am writing my suicide letters.
Dear Reggie: I wish you could have REALLY been my father, please lead an easier life for my 'siblings'. It's the least you can do.
Dear Diary, it's the end for me. This life is shit and I'm glad to escape it. Well, that's it for me. Goodbye. Signed, 05,11,2003