I Write Stories! That Is A Thing I Do!

Basically, a bunch of unrevised writing, used to be Umbrella Academy, now it’s whatever. Also idk how to hyperlink or shorten my stories so I’m sorry💋🤪

[slavery]

Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.

[seananmcguire]

BURN BAGEL BURN

[gothiccharmschool]

OH WHY NOT?

[harukami]

I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.

Bagel what are your powers

[acabosetotal]

FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterday’s night “just for fun and because I don’t want any bagel to be mad with me”, and today’s afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.

THE BAGEL POWERS ARE WAY TOO MUCH FOR THIS WORLD

[token-white-friend]

I GOT A JOB THE DAY AFTER MY QUEUE POSTED THIS THE FIRST TIME AND I JUST REALIZED IT WHEN I SAW IT AGAIN HOLY GOD

[noodle-dragon]

The bagel hasn’t let me down yet!

[lycanwillow]

I’ll toss a penny into this odd wishing-well

[spahgibberoni]

Here I go, I’d love a promotion ❤

[sometimesimawriter]

The Day He Died (pt 3)

--> yeehaw, it happened again, oh well. Last part tho. Good luck to whoever finds this. Reblog please. DM me if you want. whatever.

Reginald's head whipped around, his monocle nearly falling from his face.

"Y/N, I did not expect you. Have you come back to discuss what we spoke about before? I believe your exit was not very proper of you."

You stepped slowly inside the room and he seemed slightly anxious. Anger radiated off of you and you imagined yourself looking like an avenging angel, rather than the drunken mess of a woman that had left your hotel room about an hour before.

Reginald's brows lowered and he fixed his monocle that miraculously hung from his eye.

"Number 8- Y/N, I must ask that you leave. This is unprofessional and is interfering with my work."

His pompous attitude always pissed you off and the angrier you got, the more noticeable his pulse was. The metallic scent of his blood became more and more pungent, and the drum of his heart matched with yours. You could hear the rush of his blood in his veins as your powers focused on his life-force. Soon, the thumping of his heart roared in your ears, but your voice cut through the drum.

"You killed the one human person who actually cared about me. You murdered him because he wasn't a monster like the rest of you. I had to live out my teenage years utterly alone because of you."

You spit the words at him, but now you were on a roll.

"He was the only person I ever truly loved. He was my only resemblance of family, and you took that away from me."

You sucked in a breath, letting your last words to Sir Reginald Hargreeves hang in the air.

"And I want you dead for that."

Just as you were about to close in on his heart, you were interrupted momentarily by his laugh. He stood slowly and moved over to his bed, facing you in the doorway.

"Oh, Number 8. You were always the bloodthirsty one of the family, that's what I liked about you. Had Number 6 stayed alive, well, I don't believe we would be here right now. No, I believe you would be a... housewife, yes a housewife. Possibly married to some politician who would flounder in years time after chasing some big dream and you would be condemned to your own personal hell of galas and wine tastings, nodding your head obediently along with the cretins that you despise."

You had no words as you listened to Reginald continue.

"Number 6 would have taught you compassion and empathy- the two things that are detrimental to your success. His death created you, and you know that deep within yourself."

He was taunting you.

"Do- do you want to die?"

This wasn't a threat; you were genuinely confused. You have never met a man who so openly accepted his impending doom. Normally they went down with a fight, often violently hemorrhaging to death or choking on their own blood. But Reginald didn't fear you.

"Number 8... I'm already dead."

Just at that moment, Grace moved silently behind you, pushing you to the side as she watched with her motherly smile as Reginald clasped a hand over his chest and sinking down to the bed.

The pulse in which you felt moments ago faded into silence and you stared in horror that Reginald was dead. You looked to Grace in abject fear as she turned away from him, failing to administer any form of medical assistance.

"Why, hello Y/N! Would you like some coffee or tea?"

[sometimesimawriter]

The Day He Died (pt 2)

--> the last one got cut off bc we love 100 paragraphs limit so we'll just continue off where we left off.

"My father- is he okay? Where is he?"

Grace's smile faded. Sympathy etched her eyes.

"Your father did not make it, but you protected your friend."

Emotion swelled up and a sob escaped from your mouth. It was ugly and loud and you clamped a hand over your mouth as tears poured from your eyes.

Grace rubbed a hand over your arm, trying to sooth you.

It was later in the afternoon that you heard a knock on your door. You had been crying for hours, but it finally felt like there were no more tears left in your body.

The door slowly opened and the timid boy, Ben, from the party peeked in.

He wasn't wearing his mask, but when he entered the room you could see he was still wearing the uniform.

"Hey... I just wanted to check on you.." His voice was almost like a whisper. He stood awkwardly next to the door, his hands held behind his back.

He looked around the room, his nervousness nearly palpable.

"I, uh, brought you something?"

You looked up at him and gently smiled. After all, your whole childhood was meant to be the perfect little girl your parents had raised you to be. If someone felt uncomfortable around you, you were doing something wrong. So, you invited him to sit on the bed with you.

He perched nervously on the edge of the mattress and held out a store bag to you.

"Oh, you didn't have to, Ben."

He raised his eyebrows. "You remember my name?"

"Of course I do."

He seemed touched by this. You assumed he must've been neglected as a child. Living with four other kids could do that.

You grabbed the bag and opened it. You picked up a small white box, and inside the box was a silver chain with a small blue pendant hanging from it.

"It's beautiful."

He gave you a weak smile, but he seemed happy by your gratitude.

You both sat in silence for a bit, but a question pressed at you.

"What happened? At the party."

He scratched the back of his neck.

"Ben..?

He glanced over at you, and then the door. Finally he spoke up.

"Some guys with guns came in. They shot the Vice President. And you."

"What happened after that?"

He cleared his throat and shifted on the bed.

"My brothers and sister and I, we fought them off." He looked over at you, then down at your stomach, where the blankets hid the bandages that were probably still soaked in blood.

"You killed someone."

Your face felt like someone threw cold water on it.

"I- what?"

"You killed someone. He stood over you and you just stared at him and- I don't know how to describe it. The blood on the floor- it moved towards you, like-like a vacuum was sucking it back towards you. And then he just started shaking, then he got a nose bleed and fell down." He spoke frantically.

What did you do? You put your head in your hands.

"I- I killed someone? I'm a monster..."

Ben's hands grabbed yours and suddenly he was staring intensely at you.

"No. You are nothing of the sort. You defended yourself."

"Ah, Miss Y/L/N. You are awake."

Ben jumped off the bed and stood at attention, like a soldier would. Sir Hargreeves walked into the room. His shoes clicked off the floor and his back stood very straight.

Everything about him freaked you out.

"Hello Sir Hargreeves." You kept the sentence very curt. You wanted him to leave.

"I hope Grace and Ben have attended to you dutifully. A politician's daughter deserves the best."

The mention of your father sent a pang of pain through your nerves, enticing tears to creep into your eyes, but you held it together.

"Due to the unfortunate events of last evening, you have been enrolled in the Umbrella Academy. When you are healed, you will begin training at once. Breakfast is at 8 a.m. Studies are from 9 o'clock to 3 o'clock. You may observe my other children's training at 4 o'clock. Dinner is at 7 p.m. You will find your uniforms in the closet. Rest well now."

Hargreeves turned his back to you and began to walk out of the room.

"Wait!" You called out to him.

He turned on his heel and he looked annoyed.

'My mother, what happened to her?"

He smirked a bit. "She felt that you would be better suited at the Academy and has found herself unable to attend to a child."

He walked out without another word.

That was the day you began to feel hate. Hate for Reginald. Hate for your mother. Hate for yourself.

Now, over a decade later, you returned to the house you despised, to celebrate the death of the man you despised. You were Number 8. You could control blood. And you were ecstatic that Reginald's blood no longer flowed.

The reunion was bittersweet. You all sat around the kitchen table, listening to each other's stories. Allison became a pop star with a decaying marriage, but reading about her in the magazines always interested you. Oh how her reality seemed like a dream. Probably because it was. You hadn't spoken to Luther since you left the house. Apparently he went to the moon- which he wouldn't shut the fuck up about it. Poor Daddy's Boy was perturbed by Reginald's death. It was probably wise he didn't know you were happy about it. He seemed all too excited to blame one of his siblings for the death. Diego wore this leather superhero costume. You observed him. You guessed growing up a superhero didn't easily wash away from someone. The whole vigilante thing did scare you, as Diego's safety was always a concern for you. Giving knives to a small child wasn't a smart idea of Reginald's, so that seemed to have some lasting effects to Diego's recklessness. Klaus's drug addiction took over his life. You watched him stumble into the house, obviously high, and a hospital bracelet circled his wrist. He looked tired, his eyes dark and sunken, yet his energetic self drew attention away from his own mess. It was probably for the best that he wasn't in a state to contact Reginald. Vanya was the last to show up. Growing up, she was always very quiet and pushed to the side. She still acted like that, like a victim. You tried being friends with her as a kid, but she always seemed intimidated by you, maybe even jealous. Being a politicians daughter though, you learned not to bother yourself with people who were not constantly in the lime light, and so, you never had a relationship with Vanya. You quietly watched the messed up kids you grew up with sit around the lounge. You kept separate. You never felt like you fit in, not the way Vanya did, but because you didn't want to. They all accepted the life they were drawn into by Reginald, but you despised it. This wasn't your life, and it never would be.

You grew up to become a politician, like your father. You advocated women's rights, children's rights, and adoption rights. You traveled the world, met world leaders, and rose through the ranks rapidly.

How you did it? Well, your father raised you right, but so did Reginald.

Like the Academy, you learned how to fight, but instead of becoming a superhero, well, you became a villain. And no, you weren't the "I want to take over the world" villain, you had a goal, and you were going to accomplish that goal by any means necessary. You've drained the blood out of dictators of third world countries. You've seen the blood flow from the eyes of abusive parents. You've had political dinners end with corrupt politicians, face down in their soup with blood dripping from the table cloths to stop all out nuclear war. You were the best of the best. And yes, you were technically a bad guy, but you were damn good at it.

And that's how Reginald died.

It was two days ago, you were in the city in which your step-"father" lived, and you wanted to visit Grace, the robotic woman who was more motherly than your own mother. You had walked through the mahogany double doors and were greeted by Grace's warm embrace.

"Sir Reginald isn't in right now, but please stay for tea or coffee or whatever you like." She had patted your head and led you into the kitchen. She learned when you first joined the family that you had no intention of calling Reginald your father, and she respected that, which made you love her more.

She had made you tea and sat with you, listening to the March rain patter against the windows. Her presence relaxed you and made you forget about the bloody lifestyle you lived. After some light conversation about your job, Allison's front page scandals, and whatever small talk you could think of, you eventually found yourself wandering the house.

You then found yourself staring at the doors of Reginald's study. The doors were shut and the room itself emanated pure coldness that bit through the normal warmth of the rest of the house.

For some reason, you were compelled to go inside. You gently brushed your fingers against the old books on the bookshelves. The smell of the room was like a library, but Reginald's cologne choked through the papery smell of the books- really any trace of him made you angry.

You looked at his desk and noticed an open book with his large scrawling script etched onto the pages. You gently picked up the book and turned to the cover. Pressed into the leathery black cover was 00.06 in small golden numbers.

Ben...

Why would Reginald review his notes on Ben? He had been dead for years now. The memory of the accident burned your eyes and your vision became blurred. Sucking in a breath and telling yourself to be a big girl, you flipped back to the page Reginald had left off on.

The page was dated that day, but as you read on, more and more hatred for Reginald brewed.

"Number 6 held some of the best potential, the monsters beneath his skin held power that he could have unlocked if he accepted who he was, alas, he rejected himself. He became useless to me, but he also had a natural born gift: persuasion. That's why I did what I did, his ghost would unlock the abilities of my next best potential: Number Four. He possesses abilities that he shuns with his drug abuse, and I believe Number Six's ghost will persuade him to delve into his true potential."

You heard the study doors open and looked up. Your eyes locked with Reginald's. You expected him to be furious, but he calmly walked in and stood across from you on the other side of the desk.

"Number Eight-"

"Its Y/N."

His lips thinned in annoyance, but he continued.

"Y/N... You understand why I did what I did."

Pure hatred for him swelled up within you.

"No, I don't. You had no reason to-"

He stopped you with a wave of his hand.

"You understand because you have become me."

"Excuse me?"

Reginald walked around the desk, cornering you. You tried to back up, but the back of your knees knocked into his chair, throwing off your balance and nearly pushing you down into the seat. Reginald stared down at you, his expression bland, yet his eyes cold and grim.

"You kill to get what you need done. I had Number Six killed because I needed my other children to thrive. He stood in the way of progress, but now his death can benefit the Academy, rather than be detrimental to the group's overall health." He paused a bit, letting the words crash over you. "All those orphaned children and abused women that you protect? Their rights and liberty are soaked in the blood you spill."

You felt the tears climb up your throat. You pushed the emotions aside, not letting Reginald see how his words had affected you.

Without another sentence, you pushed past him and out of the study. You ran out of that horrid house, and the rain outside mixed into your sobs as you ran down the sidewalk.

It was later that evening, and you sat in your hotel room. The same grief you felt when Ben had first died hovered over you, but you decided that instead of reaching out to your siblings about your revelation, it was easier to drown your sorrows with a bottle of whiskey. The sting of the liquor distracted you from how your throat scratched from sobbing for hours.

You sat up from bed and replayed that evening for the millionth time in your head. All you could focus on was the lack of emotion on Reginald's face- how Ben's death was nothing more than a ploy, an experiment, a plan- whatever you want to call it. You hated this man. Hated him so much. He killed the one person who showed you true, human kindness in that wretched house.

You looked up into a mirror that faced the bed. You looked like a mess, with your business suit wrinkled and hair disheveled and mascara runny. What you really focused on was the redness in your face; the red tip of your nose, the puffiness of your eyes, your overly heated cheeks, and your bloodshot eyes. The red- a color that represents love, lust, and your favorite matter- blood. You wanted to see that red drained from Reginald's body, just like it drained from your father and all those you introduced to an early and awful death.

And that's exactly what you did.

Late in the night, you crept back into that house. Well, more stumbled in your drunken state. You climbed the old stairs, past Grace who was recharging- which meant she was offline- perfect. Pogo was no where to be found, probably asleep in whatever cage your horrid step-"father" kept him in.

Then, you slowly opened the doors to Reginald's room. A single lamp was on and he sat at a desk in his room, reading some book.

His back was to you and in all his glorious ass-holiness, he muttered, "Grace, I am busy."

You swallowed, preparing you to finish the deed that had brought you here.

"Too bad I'm not Grace."

Reginald's head whipped around, his monocle nearly falling from his face.

[sometimesimawriter]

The Day He Died (pt 1)

Hey everyone! This is my first imagine: basically you were a late addition to the Academy and you control blood! Pretty cool! Lots of mentions of Ben and switches from past to present back to past. You talk about how you met the academy and what happens leading up to the reunion of the Academy. Let me know if you like it and feel free to reblog it, or don't read it- whatever.

Warning: description of blood; minor language

You first came across the Umbrella Academy when you were 16. Your (step)father was a high-ranking politician, a US Ambassador, who married your mother, a famed social justice fighter. Together, they made a great team that aimed to change the world, and you as their prodigy. So, it was at this boring, A-list, political "party" you came across the Umbrella Academy. The party itself was impressive. A large ballroom with giant, shiny, crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. A pianist struck away at some chords, filling the room with a sweet melody that blended beautifully with the roar of chatter from the hundred or so politicians that flouted about the room. Men were dressed in their finest of suits, eager to shake one another's hands. Women wore elegant dresses that fluttered as they walked. Their earrings reflected the bright light of the paparazzi's cameras. Gentle laughter floated through the air and voices overlapped one another. It kind of sounded like the relentless crashing of waves along the shore. You were sitting on a decorative, high backed leather chair, that stuck to the royal blue silk of your ball gown dress. Your mother forced you to dress your finest at these events, saying that one day "you'll be a professional in this field, Y/N!" Your father insisted that you left your phone at home, saying it was "unprofessional" and you had to "socialize", and so you were people-watching.

So far, you had seen some senator walk in with his wife and leave with his mistress, a really old Democratic presidential nominee get very drunk over two shots of whiskey, and a Republican House Representative make fun of a Democratic Representative's ugly yellow blouse. Really professional. What an exciting life these people led, one that you wished never to be a part of.

But you scanned the room one more time and noticed a group of kids around your age walk in, following a man that seemed old as dirt, who was wearing a monocle.

Who the hell wore monocles anymore?

Five kids walked behind him in a single line, each wearing what looked like a school uniform, along with a mask that hid their eyes.

The paparazzi left their respective scandal of the night and swarmed the school children. Cameras clicked away and the flashes looked like fireworks had erupted around the mysterious group.

What really peaked your interest was all the major political heads came rushing over to shake Monocle Man's hand.

"You know who they are, right?"

You jumped a bit and looked over to the only other guy around your age here. Jackson was 18, but he acted more or less like a 40 year old. His brown hair was always shaved to a militant buzz cut, but he was fairly attractive- all cut features and soft brown eyes, and he towered over you. If you two weren't so close, you'd call him cute. You two met years ago when your parents decided you were old enough to attend events with them. Jackson had three years under his wings by the time you joined him, but he was ecstatic to have another kid there with him. Together, you two grew up, surrounded by press conferences, political affairs and bombshells, and both experienced what little of a normal childhood you could have.

Back to the present.

"No, but it looks like the Speaker of the House is about to start squealing like a little girl."

Whoever these guys were, they attracted lots of attention. All eyes in the room looked at them and the journalists swarmed them, snapping pictures at every angle.

"That is the Umbrella Academy," Jackson said, flourishing his arms.

You gave him a blank look. "That's a comic book, Jack."

He clenched his jaw at the nickname. He hated it, so you used it to tease him.

"It's not just a comic book. All those kids were born on October 1st, and get this- their mothers weren't pregnant before they gave birth. Total mystery."

"It's total bullshit. That's not possible."

You looked over to the kids again. They seemed to be around your age. October 1st was your birthday as well, and you never knew your biological father, but that was all coincidence.

You felt Jackson nudge your leg. "I think one of them noticed you."

You looked closer and saw one of the kids, a boy with messy black hair, was staring at you. Well, it looked like he was. You couldn't really tell with the mask covering their eyes. What a weird thing.

"You should say hi."

You looked back up at Jackson. "Why would I do that?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno. Make some friends. You cling to me way too much anyway."

"I do not!"

He gave you a bland look. "You haven't spoken to anyone else here."

"Because they're all old and political and boring."

He smirked a bit. "I'm glad you think that." He grabbed you arm, lifting you up. "Come on, lets go make friends."

Jackson dragged you across the room towards the Academy kids. He stopped ever so often to shake hands with a senator or stop to playfully flirt with some old governor's wife. Gross.

Eventually, you both made it to the other side of the venue. Before Jackson pulled you over to the group, he turned and faced you.

"For President's sake, fix yourself."

He fussed with your hair, patting down the strays, and pulled your dress down a bit to flatten out the wrinkles.

"There. Presentable."

Again, he ushered you over to the Umbrella Academy. Jackson approached the tall, blond guy first and playfully tapped his shoulder. The blond turned around and his impressive stature made Jackson look tiny.

Jackson extended his hand. "Hello! My name is Jackson Henderson. This is my acquaintance (Y/N) (Y/L/N). We wanted to formally meet you all!"

The blond smiled a bit, and quietly said hello, then turned back to the curly haired girl he was previously talking to. She was utterly gorgeous and she made her uniform look fashionable. You were a little jealous.

You saw her huff at the blond and she moved past him, extending her hand towards you.

"Hi Jackson and Y/N, my name is Number Three, but you can call me Allison."

I shook her hand. And she continued.

She jabbed her thumb towards the guy, "This is Number One, but we call him Luther."

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

She moved down the line.

"This is Number Two, or Diego."

He intrigued you. He was around your height and he was your age, but the scar on the right side of his head and his eyes made him seem way older. Like an old soul. Diego said nothing and just nodded at you. You returned a small smile.

"This is Number Six, Ben."

Ben seemed very timid, raising a hand to you in a small gesture. He kept his chin tucked and shied away. The poor kid was probably freaked out by this boring political party, you thought.

A boy with the ruffled black hair ran up and flung his arms around Ben's shoulders. Ben winced at the touch.

"Who's this, Benny Boy?" He asked.

You extended a hand to him, putting on your diplomatic face. "My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). And yours?"

He released Ben and looked you up and down. His eyes settled at your hand and he shook it. "Name's Number Four, but please, call me Klaus." He bowed his head towards you, unable to conceal his grin. "It would be an honor to know you." He put on a fake British accent, his tongue rolling with the words.

He was funny. You liked that.

Klaus's goofy smile quickly faded as he looked behind you. A cold hand clasped itself over your shoulder. It turned you around and you were face to face with the man with the monocle. He looked angry- unless that was just his neutral face- and his eyes studied you.

Your father popped out from behind him, all cheery and kind like he normally was.

"Y/N! So happy you decided to join the party! This is Sir Reginald Hargreeves, and Sir this is my daughter: Y/N!"

Hargreeves continued to stare at you, his hand tightening around your shoulder.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. Now please, you are beginning to hurt my arm." You nodded your head towards his grip. You hated unsolicited contact.

Your father's mouth gaped at you. You could just hear him bitching at you in the car later:

Be nice. Be friendly.

His cold hand slowly released you. "Your father has told me much about you. Your birthday and lack of resemblance to him is remarkable."

What?

You glanced towards Jackson and he shrugged. This dude was weird.

Hargreeves continued, "I think it would be beneficial if you returned to the Academy with my children and I."

You stepped back from him, shocked. "Excuse me?"

He began to repeat himself, "I said, I believe-"

He was cut off short by the ringing of a loud bang, like a giant balloon had popped. The chatter in the room stopped and you frantically looked around the room. Everyone stood still, wide eyed.

Then, a second shot. You heard a woman scream and people began to run. You tried to take a step forward, but something felt hot on your stomach.

You looked down and saw the front of your blue dress begin to turn black with blood. Your father pushed Hargreeves to the side and grabbed you, lowering you to the ground. His hands pressed into your stomach and he was yelling something, but the ringing in your ears drowned him out.

Jackson appeared above you, concern drenching his face.

Your head lolled to the side a bit and you saw Hargreeves staring down at you, as if he were studying you, and he calms adjusted his monocle.

What the fuck was he looking at?

Anger pierced through the fear. Your father tugged your head back towards him. His eyes were pleading, and you reached up to him.

Before you could reach his face, he was thrown to his side. Your head slammed against the floor from being dropped, and through your daze, you lifted yourself up a bit. Jackson sat on his ass, staring at your father, who lied in a puddle of his own blood that was seeping through the white of his suit, eyes fixated on nothingness.

No no no no. This wasn't happening.

Panic flooded through your veins. Jackson pushed you back down onto the floor, his body pressing down on yours. He yelled into your ear.

"Stay down!"

Life was going by in a blur.

Jackson suddenly was off of you, landing a few feet away.

A man in a mask stared down at you. The lower portion of his face was covered by something that looked like a skeletons mouth, all teeth poised in an eternal smile.

He held a military grade gun and pointed it down at you. You stared down the barrel, remembering a similar gun that hung on the wall of one of your father's business associate's office. Time felt like it slowed down. The chaos in the room subsided, and all that was left was the barrel of the gun, the man in the mask, and the blood surrounding you. Who would have known your final moments would be so tragic? A politicians daughter, who died in a dress she hated, at a party she hated, but died next her father whom she loved. You closed your eyes, and an image of your father's puddling blood appeared in your mind. So much blood. So much...blood.

Why hadn't he pulled the trigger?

You opened your eyes and the man still stood above you, shaking violently. Whenever he shuddered, it felt like some ripple of it went through you. So you embraced the ripples, like it was natural. The ripples crescendoed into waves, and the man shook even more violently. Blood began to drip from his nose. Then his eyes. And finally, through red tears, he looked down at you and red dripped through the skeleton teeth of his mask. He finally collapsed, the gun clattering next to your head. The waves came to a halt, and the pain you should have felt earlier came crashing down on you like a tsunami. Your stomach was on fire, but the rest of you was cold. Screams of politicians wives pierced your ears, and the glaring lights of the banquet hall grew brighter. Then, it all turned black.

You awoke the next morning. Early sunrise flooded through the slated blinds and your eyes blinked open, adjusting to the light. The bed you slept on was very soft and molded itself to your body. Silk pajamas rubbed against your skin. Perfume flooded your nostrils and you felt like you woke up in a Bath and Body Works. You tried to sit up, but pained stabbed at your stomach, forcing you back down.

"Oh don't move too much, darling. It will ruin the stitches."

You whipped your head towards the doorway of the room. A blonde woman, dressed in 1950's housewife attire, stood there. Her red lips turned upwards into a dazzling smile and sweetness and kindness emanated from her. She took a step into the room, her heels clicking off the wood floor. You tried again to prop yourself up on your elbows, but the woman moved to your side and propped pillows behind you.

She brightly smiled again and patted your head.

"My name is Grace, but feel free to call me Mom, all of my children do."

You were still dazed from sleep. Did she just offer for you to call her "mom"?

"I apologize, but where am I?"

She clicked her tongue in a playful way.

"You are at the Academy, home, whatever you would like to call it. I don't believe I got your name?"

"My name is Y/N Y/L/N. Why am I here? What happened?"

She sat on the bed next to your legs and crossed her legs. She then clasped her hands together above her knee.

"Oh darling, there was an accident at that party you were at last night. Some bad men came in and hurt you and some others. The other children fought off a bunch of them, but from what I hear, you have some abilities! Yay!"

Her cheeriness was soothing, yet something didn't sit well with you.

"Abilities? What does that-"

You cut yourself off. An image raced through your mind. Your father. The blood. The man. The man's blood. The gun. Jackson.

"My father- is he okay? Where is he?"

[sometimesimawriter]

Yeah I know I haven’t posted

I also know no one cares.

Read my shit, I fucking dare you.

Also I’m gonna try an imagine.

My life is a ruin

But in good news, I had prom last Friday and the guy I like kissed me :) so I’m happy, maybe that’ll give me inspiration to care

@imaginedisish @psychicpandagiantpsychic

[sometimesimawriter]

If you ever get random bruises during the night, just remember it’s the ghosts of your past mistakes beating the shit out of you!!

[sometimesimawriter]

Mirror Effect

Part 8/ final part

A/N: here’s the ending. Pretty cool. Thanks to all who actually read through all of these, I really appreciate it. Currently working on a sequel, and honestly I’m more excited about that one. But yeah here’s the finale of Mirror Effect- comments are appreciated and maybe send me questions and/or requests or just like talk to me. Sometimes I have good jokes ;)

The ending!!:::

Klaus's eyes were immediately drawn to the wings when they entered the room. Kayla's back was to him, and from behind, she looked like an avenging angel, the type the Bible always talks about. Razor was awake and moving slowly towards Kayla, trying to intimidate her. She held two golden chains at her sides- man, did that look badass. Five was frantically looking around the room, turning to Klaus with wide eyes "Where's Christina?" He mouthed. Klaus shrugged in response.

Diego stood in front of him, and Klaus saw his shoulders tense up. He was looking at where Emma lay, unconscious.

Klaus whispered to his two brothers, "What's the game plan?"

"Diego take the right, try to stay hidden. Klaus go left, distract him. I'm going up behind-" Five was interrupted by a voice that sounded like a bear that could speak English.

Razor was now screaming at Kayla, and charged, and Diego instinctively threw a knife, and muttered, "Fuck the plan."

He roared in pain, now fully aware of their presence. Man, was he pissed.

"I am going to tear you limb from limb!"

Five started forward, enveloped in blue sparks, and then popped up behind Razor.

"Behind you, dumbass!"

Razor whipped around, swinging for Five, but missed when he materialized to Razor's left.

Kayla seemed to take the hint of Five acting as a distraction, and threw a chain, wrapping it around Razor's neck. She pulled tight, and that subdued him a bit, cutting off some of his air supply.

"Give me the other chain!" Klaus went to grab the other, but she moved away a bit.

"Don't touch that, its poisonous."

"What-"

Diego's knife whizzed by Klaus's head, sticking in between Razor's shoulder blades. He roared again in pain, twisting in the chain, but unable to release himself.

"We need to calm him down or knock him out!" Kayla called out to the brothers, but she was starting to lose her footing and Razor was beginning to rise up a bit.

Klaus was looking around the room, but he felt a presence behind him. Fearing another Gas Mask Man, he whipped around, ready to defend himself, but instead he saw a frail, brown haired woman. Instinctively he knew she was a ghost, mainly because there was something ethereal about her and the three gashes across her throat. Just by looking at her, he knew she died a violent death, but she wasn't wailing like the rest of the tormented souls did.

He watched her, disturbed by her presence, and she moved towards Razor. She reached a hand up to him and frowned when his arm moved through her.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked.

The woman turned to him, and gave him a sad smile. "This is my son." She had a bit of an accent, but he couldn't place from where. Maybe Turkish?

"Yeah well your son is trying to kill us, ma'am."

She didn't like that, "He is confused. He does not mean it."

"Do you care to help?"

"I wouldn't be here if i did not have that intention."

Okay... Klaus thought. He had practiced telekinesis with his brother, Ben. He wasn't a pro at it, but hopefully this one time it would work.

He focused on the spirit, and tried to get his heart beating faster and faster. Then he felt something click, and then the woman turned to this incorporeal blue, which was his sign that it had worked.

He held out his arms, centering his focus on the woman, and watched as she walked to Razor. The beast seemed to calm a bit, seeing his mother, but then he turned frantic.

"What the fuck? How are you here?" He was still much larger than the woman, but he fell to the floor, scooting back away from her.

"I am very, VERY disappointed in you. I did NOT raise you like this. You should be ashamed. Rezalet!"

He heard Kayla curse under her breath. Diego stared at the woman, still holding a knife in the air mid-throw. Five even seemed confused.

Even more surprising was that Razor began to cry, "I am sorry Mother. I- s-sorry." He was basically choking on his words, and he began to shrink down to normal size. The chain fell off his normal sized neck, and Max curled in on himself, sobbing.

Kayla looked at Klaus, wide-eyed, and then turned to a drawer, pulling out a syringe full of whitish liquid. Klaus released the woman's spirit, and she dissolved back into nothingness. Kayla then slowly approached Max, and once she was close enough, she stuck the syringe into his neck, and he slumped to his side- knocked out.

With the immediate danger snuffed out, Five was allowed to go into panic mode.

"Where the fuck is she?" He started, getting into Kayla's face. She calmed retracted the wings and coiled the chains around her palms, stuffing them behind her into her shirt. "I said: where is she?" He was getting increasingly angrier, a side-affect of worrying.

"I don't know. He hit her, and she went through a window."

"She went through the window?!" He raced to the shattered glass, looking down at the ground.

Kayla sighed, "Not that window, Brendan got a face full of that. She opened a portal somewhere and did her disappearing act before she shattered her spine on the wall." She moved towards Matthew, not showing the same level of panic Five was. "She'll turn up soon."

Diego looked over to Max from where he was crouched over Emma, "What do we do with him?"

Klaus joked, "Maybe the Commissioner would like a new, emotionally disturbed puppy."

Kayla looked at him, her face showing no emotion, "He invaded my house, attacked my friends, and threw the kindness i showed him back into my face. And i heard the Commissioner is a dog person anyway."

As if speaking of the Commissioner was some sort of summoning, outside sounded like a cavalry of police sirens. A speaker sounded "Maximus Battle, come out with your hands raised. You are under arrest for murder in the first degree."

Kayla went to the shattered window, "You're a tad late, boys. Come on in, he's knocked out!" She yelled down to them.

Five heard the front door open, but only heard one pair of footsteps clamoring up the steps. Then, Christina burst in, and immediately she flung herself at him. He held onto her tightly, and then pulled back a bit, "Where did you go?"

She looked up at him, "Popped into SWAT offices, told them bad shit was going on here, and promptly passed out from a concussion. They just brought me back here."

He gently cradled her head into his chest, heartbeat slowing since his initial panic was now settled.

A SWAT team entered, guns drawn and pointed at Max. A medical team entered next, and it took a team of EMTs to move him from the ground onto a gurney-which didn't look like it would hold him.

About an hour later, there was a black garbage bag duct taped to the shattered window. Christina found Brendan passed out on the steps leading up to the second floor, so it seemed like he must've hit his head but the adrenaline kept him going for a few more minutes. He was strange like that. Emma and Matthew had woken up a bit after police completed their investigation of the house and finally left. Christina and Kayla shoved Matthew and Brendan into one of the guest rooms, leaving them there to "sleep it off".

Diego now stood in Emma's room, pacing while she laid in bed. She watched him, moving back and forth.

"So why the fuck did you leave?" She was very pissed at the moment.

He was silent for a minute, seeming to think out his answer. "Listen, I'm sorry-"

"That's not what I asked. Why did you fucking leave?"

"Because I got scared." He seemed genuinely upset. "I was scared that I fucked things up."

"You said I reminded you of your ex. That's fucked up."

"And I shouldn't have said that. You are such a strong, independent woman. You are exactly what I want to be with. But I'm afraid that what I do might hurt you in some way..."

She thought over the words, "You mean the crime-fighting, Batman type of shit? Bro, I can shoot fire out of my hands. I think I'm okay."

"But I've killed people..."

"Again, fire."

"So that...doesn't bother you?"

"If you don't compare me to your ex again, then we're good."

He gave her a lop sided smile.

They spent the rest of the night in her room, really not doing much. Emma was still dizzy from hitting her head so hard before. She eventually fell asleep, curled up next to him, and boy, did he like that.

The next morning, Klaus, Kayla, Emma, Diego, Five, Christina, Matthew, and Brendan sat in the kitchen. The Jersey supers were still pretty banged up from their encounter with Max, but they were all talking and smiling.

"...so he was there at some rave, and I still love to hold it over his head that the perfect Number One took LSD and hooked up with a furry-chick." Klaus was finished up his story, and everyone was howling at the end.

"Speaking of, there's another underground tonight if you all want to go?" Emma asked.

"Are you sure you're okay to go?" Diego gently grabbed her hand.

"Bitch, who do you think I am?" she playfully threw his hand off of hers.

"Are you sure Em? I don't think that's safe..." Christina turned out to be the voice of reason in the group.

"But i wanna get druuuunk..." Emma drawled out the words, "But okay Mom, if you say so."

"Mooooom, can I get drunk instead?" Klaus nudged Kayla with his arm.

"Sure, just don't hook up with some ghost-" She was cut off by the doorbell, which sounded like the gong of a church bell. Kayla got up to answer the door, and soon returned, followed by a large man in sunglasses and a baseball cap which read "NYPD". He had a wonderful chevron mustache. He was then followed by two other officers.

Brendan immediately got up from the table, the movement making him slightly dizzy, but he moved to shake the man's hand, "Hello Commissioner, what brings you by?"

The man removed his sunglasses, and with piercing blue eyes he studied the room.

"I wanted to thank you all for bringing Mr. Battle into custody." He moved around the table, shaking each hand.

Klaus hung onto his hand, "Mr. Commissioner, what an honor to meet you! Such a big fan! You must be so proud of your teams, especially these lovely ladies based in New Jersey!"

The Commissioner gave Klaus a small smile, obviously weirded out by his demeanor. "Thank you, Seance."

"Oh please, call me Klaus. And I would love to learn your name over coffee sometime.." He gave him a large grin, which he was rewarded with a warning "Klaus" from Kayla. He let go of the Commissioner's hand, and he retreated back to where Kayla stood, next to the kitchen island.

Obviously uncomfortable, the Commissioner cleared his throat, and then said "Again, thank you all for your contributions to the case, but I was reviewing one of my officer's field report and he had stated that Maximus had murdered a woman and a man outside of your home. No bodies were recovered though. Why is that?"

Christina's jaw dropped, "That's not possible, I pronounced them dead at the scene. I called your Medical Examiner's office. I-I watched some men come and remove the bodies from the scene... and they took the car..." Her eyes grew wide and she looked between Emma and Kayla.

"Commissioner, did the ME's office receive that call?" Five asked as he put an arm around Christina.

"No call was reported by that office. Miss Dahlia, may I ask for a description of the men that you saw recover the bodies?"

Christina's hands were shaking furiously. "They-um- they had lab coats on. And they had a white van..."

The Commissioner moved a kitchen chair across from her and sat down. "Where were you when you saw them?" He spoke to her in a soothing tone.

"I was w-walking past the living room, and I-I looked outside. It was around... 12:00 I think?" She was on the verge of tears, fearing the worst.

"How many of them were there?"

"Three. Two men, one woman. She had, I think, blonde hair. The two men had brown."

"Good, good. We will look into this more. You did nothing wrong Miss Dahlia, you followed procedure." The Commissioner rose, "We will be in contact in case there is any more information." He then turned to Kayla, who looked very pale, "Your phones may have been compromised." He muttered to her, and promptly the three officers left.

The room was still, but one question still remained: were the scientists in the city? The answer seemed the affect Christina the worst; she was now full-on sobbing, her body trembling. Five was making shushing noises and rubbing her lower back, trying to calm her calamity. For once, there seemed to be nothing to do. Whoever these people were, they knew what they were doing. They knew about their colleagues deaths and promptly cleaned the scene. It was also unlikely that they would return for Max to continue being a test subject.

Klaus watched Kayla pace back and forth in the kitchen, the tension radiating off of her. Diego looked like he needed to cut someone.

It was Emma who finally spoke, "We shouldn't have killed those scientists."

Killed... the word resounded in Klaus's head.

"What if I summoned them?"

All heads turned to him, even Christina's red, puffy eyes seemed to question him.

"You can summon ghosts?" Matthew asked, obviously confused since he didn't see Max's mother's soul before.

Klaus gave a small smile, "Yeah, haven't done it in a while though. It's also going to be difficult if they don't want to step forward."

"It's worth a shot." Kayla said, her face grim. Klaus nodded at her.

It was dusk, and the group sat around the kitchen table. Who knew tables were so multi-purpose? Klaus and Kayla found a Ouija board earlier to help Klaus have some control over the spirits. When they brought it home they were met by Emma's surprised laughter and Christina donning a cross around her neck. Brendan had opted to spectate and make sure nothing happened; Klaus was about to tell him that metal can't stop angry ghosts but he let him live in that fantasy instead.

They now crowded around the table, hands conjoined. Emma insisted on lighting a few candles to "set the mood".

"Okay, so a few rules: don't disconnect hands- it distracts me. Don't get freaked if I talk to myself or someone not in this room. You are allowed to freak out if my voice changes. If my eyes roll into the back of my head, call an ambulance." He smiled brightly towards the group.

"If your head starts turning, I will not hesitate to torch you." Emma said, and then looked around at everyone, "What? That shit isn't healthy."

Five looked over at Christina, "You okay to do this?"

Her hands were shivering, "Yeah, yeah no I'm fine."

Klaus squeezed Kayla's hand as a warning and then began. He closed his eyes, and turned his head, as if he were looking around the room. He muttered something inaudible, and then began to speak clearly. "Hey you, Amelia..."

Emma was watching the board, and saw the planchette begin to quiver.

Klaus began to have a full on conversation with Amelia, though she remained unseen, "Yeah I totally agree. He's an ass... He did what? No way. Hey so while we're here I got a question: are there more people working with you?"

Kayla muttered to him, "Way to be subtle..."

He smiled and shrugged, as if to say "Oh well."

His conversation paused, and then he continued, "Well they just threw your body into that van, I don't see why you have to give them any respect."

The candles flickered in the room, a universal sign that Klaus had managed to piss a dead girl off.

"Do tell, Amelia. I'm all ears..."

More silence.

"Well, thank you for your time today. Much appreciated." He broke his hand away from Diego, whom he was sitting next to. He held his palm towards the corner he was looking at, the words reading GOODBYE.

He then opened his eyes and sighed.

"Well, what did she say?" Five pried.

The group unlatched their hands, save for Klaus who gripped Kayla's tightly.

"She said that they are not stopping at Max, they have other 'subjects' as they like to call them." He took a shaky breath, "She said it would not be wise of them to pursue anyone here considering that Max had already compromised them. She sounded like they were international though."

He glanced over at Kayla, "You guys are safe for now."

She nodded at him, "And what about your family, back in Toronto?"

Diego and Five looked at Emma and Christina, respectively. "I'm sure they'll be fine."

Matthew looked over at Brendan, both were uncomfortable, "Yeah, um, we're gonna go now... seeing that there's no...immediate danger..." The two boys got up and headed for the front door.

"Think we freaked them out?" Kayla said to Emma.

She made a contemplative look, "Nah."

The girls giggled, and eventually a clamor resumed in the kitchen, this time for dinner. Emma pulled out pots and pans, Christina throwing bottles of spices onto the counter, and Kayla picking out an assortment of vegetables from the refrigerator. The boys set the table, and seeing that no other work could be done, they reclined around it, watching the girls they each had found themselves fascinated with. The brothers' lives had always revolved around fighting the next crime, and here they were, sitting with a trio of girls from across the continent, who were doing the same exact thing: a mirror effect.

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Help!

I need ideas for more super powers! Make them cool! Give them restrictions! Even personality traits! I know no one will do this but do it anyway because I never claimed to be creative!

It’s for the umbrella academy if that motivates any of you

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Dead meme but Reginald definitely gave this to Five at some point

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Mirror Effect

Part 7

A/N: I give up but I’m just gonna continue posting this because life is an endless cycle except I’m strapped in the middle of it and screaming. Also I just have the vine of the dude yelling “GET FUCKED” stuck in my head. Thanks, no one reads this!!

The story because fuck me:

It was later in the afternoon, and everyone had reconvened for lunch. Klaus, for once, was silent, sitting at the kitchen table, with Five next to Christina. Diego was helping around with preparing an assortment of sandwiches with Emma and Kayla. Kayla was a little quieter than usual, giving Emma and small smile whenever she attempted to joke around. It felt like what normal looks like. That is, until Brendan ran into the house.

"Is everyone okay? I saw- the news- dead..." he was having trouble catching him breath, he must've ran over to the house.

Christina informed him what had happened, "But we are all fine. Max is sleeping up stairs-"

"Max is WHAT?" He gave Kayla a bewildered look, his eyes saying "Are you crazy?"

Just then, Matthew came strolling in. His face was blank, then he looks around the room, "Well at least a few of us had an interesting morning," then he turned to Kayla, "The asshole has calmed down and feels remorse. I, on the other hand, still don't like him."

Klaus picked up his cup, "I drink to that,"

Five looked lazily to his brother, "There's no alcohol in that."

Klaus gave him a weak smile, "A man can imagine."

Christina got up and moved to where Matthew, Brendan, Kayla, and Emma were huddled around the kitchen island. She then turned to Matthew, "Can you do your thing? Maybe we can find out more about what's going on?"

"I can try."

Everyone was now standing in the infirmary, standing around Max. He was still unconscious, but he had shrank back to his average size- which was still huge, like a football player. Diego and Klaus stood behind the group, and Diego leaned over to his brother, whispering, "You're quiet. It's freaking me out."

Klaus choked out a laugh, "You're not going to believe me."

"Try me."

"I think Kayla's deceased mother possessed me before."

Diego blew out a drawn out breath, and finally said, "Are you high?"

"I wish."

"So... how were you 'possessed'?"

Klaus lazily looked at him, arms crossed, "I got angry while talking to her, said some choice things, all next thing i knew, I couldn't control what I was saying."

"That sounds like normal."

"Dearest brother, I take offense to such proposition. I am extraordinary." His voice held no humor despite his sarcasm. "I said things about her that she had never told me. Talked about her father and her childhood. Turns out her mom doesn't like Big Boy either."

"Huh..."

Meanwhile Matthew stood next to Max's head, staring down at the boy. His gaze was concentrated and contemplative.

Kayla was getting impatient, "Are you gonna do your thing or keep committing his face to memory?"

Matthew closed his eyes in exasperation, "I am having a conversation and you are interrupting. Now please, silence."

Kayla silently mocked him, repeating his words and moving her hands as if they were speaking.

Silence stretched across the room for a few minutes, and finally Matthew pulled away.

"Okay, so what i got is that the blonde was named Amelia. He didn't know the guy. Amelia was real flirty with him at the bar, got him drunk, and that's when you," gesturing at Kayla, "walked in and threw a fit. He got all sad, and she was convenient. They got all buddy-buddy and she introduced him to some pills. He says they made him feel great. When he came down from his high, he knew he needed more. Eventually, the more he took, the more aggressive he felt, but he felt powerful."

Matthew took a deep breath, "I think he was targeted. They knew who he was. Knew how he would react."

Five blew out a long breath and seemed to move closer to Christina, "That's fucked up."

Brendan put his hands on the side of the cot, "Yeah, no shit."

"So what are we going to do now?" Christina looked around to everyone.

Diego then left his spot next to Klaus. "I say that we let the NYPD know. They have a better chance of stopping these steroids from coming in."

Emma spoke up at this, "But they might be targeting us."

He shrugged, "If it was just blondie and Gas Mask, then you shouldn't have anything to worry about. And if there's more of them, then they saw what happened with them outside. It would be stupid of them to continue targeting here."

Kayla looked down at her shoes, and looked between Diego, Five, and Klaus, "So what does this mean for you guys?"

Klaus huffed and looked towards the door, "This means I need a good bar and a drink. Will you be joining me, brothers?"

Diego nodded and started towards the exit. Five looked at Christina and gave her an apologetic look, then headed out with his brothers.

As the trio from across the country turned their backs on the New Jersey supers, they also missed the devastated look Christina made, the murder in Emma's eyes, and Kayla's dejection.

The Hargreeves brothers sat in an Irish pub in downtown Hackensack, debating over their next move. Diego argued to leave, Five argued to stay, and Klaus stayed impassive. Instead, he solemnly drank golden liquid from a tall glass, staring down at the table.

"I just think our work here is done." Diego said, getting more annoyed as the minutes passed.

"And I think we haven't finished the job. We are leaving them defenseless." Five argued back.

"I wouldn't say they're defenseless. You saw the fury drop a man to his death this morning, the crystal chick throws fucking crystals, and Emma can ignite on cue. They can handle this."

Klaus looked at Diego, "Kayla is not a fury."

"And Christina has a name." Five grew defensive.

"Both of you seem very attached to these girls. Why is that? Don't think I didn't notice you didn't sleep in your room the other night, Klaus. And Five, you give Christina the doe eyes whenever she steps into the room."

Five leaned across the table, "And what about you and Emma? You spend an awful lot of time with her. What happened?"

Diego's face grew red with anger, "Nothing fucking happened."

Klaus forced out a laugh, "Diego, Diego, Diego. That's not what it looks like."

Five started to dig into his brother as well, "She's beautiful really. Maybe you could call her hot. I mean, she does tend to ignite. Now that reminds me of someone, doesn't she, Klaus?"

Klaus nodded, and Five continued, "What other woman could she resemble? Maybe your failed love affair with Detective Patch? Is that it? She's too much like your late ex-"

Diego slammed his hands on the table, "Do NOT bring her into this." He paused, taking a few deep breaths. "Fine, I felt something for her. I think she did too... then we did something we shouldn't of."

Klaus looked bewildered, "Did you sleep with her?"

Diego's head fell, "Maybe. Yes. But i realized that we both live different lives. And i got afraid that what i do would come back to her. She doesn't deserve that. I told her that, and she got pissed, walked out of the room on me."

Klaus and Five grew quiet, and then Five spoke up, "Is that why you want to leave so badly?"

Diego silently nodded. "Once i think about it though, I don't want to leave."

Klaus smiled, "Then why are we here? Let's head back and sort things out with our respective ladies..." he trailed off, looking at a TV above Diego's head.

The news reporter stood in front of the Victorian house they had all just left.

"...SWAT has just surrounded the house. A large creature can be seen walking throughout the house. Neighbors called, hearing distressing noises and screams coming from inside. We do not have any information regarding what is happening, but it seems like-" The woman was cut off, as a body was thrown from the third floor window. It crashed onto the front lawn, but then rose to reveal a titanium man- Brendan. He then charged back inside through the front door. "Ladies and gentlemen, it seems as if a metal man is fighting the creature inside- hold on, I am getting a report that that was in fact New Jersey's own Metamorph!"

"Holy shit, I think Razor woke up." Diego stated, rising from the table. "We have to help."

Kayla was now fighting for her life. Soon after the boys had left, Matthew felt Max begin to wake. They all sat around him, waiting for him to open his eyes. Only when they did open, they were bloodshot and he began to grow in size. He easily tore from the restraints, and he instantly threw Matthew across the room, knocking him unconscious. As his body slumped towards the ground, Razor turned to the rest of the group. Brendan grabbed a scalpel and his skin turned to steel. Emma ignited, ready to burn him to a crisp, and Christina flicked her wrists, sliding two crystals into her hands. Kayla stared into Razor's unforgiving face, and felt her wings expand from her back. Her weapon of choice were two golden chains, which she had laced with her own strain of Strychnine- a poison. Ever since they brought Max into the house, she carried the chains with her, where she concealed them under her shirt. The poison didn't affect her, she had a different chemical makeup than most humans.

Razor roared, charging her. Before he could reach her, he caught a crystal in his right bicep, which did nothing to slow him down. Then, a fireball crashed into his side, causing him much pain. He roared again, and turned on Emma. While distracted, Kayla rose up, and flapped her wings, creating a wind force that would have knocked over a large man- except Razor was larger than most men. It unbalanced him sightly, and Brendan took this as opportunity to charge him. He managed to tackle him to the ground, but Razor dug his nails into Brendan's back, and flung him into the window.

The girls then took turns, throwing fire, crystals, and chain lashes at Razor. They were slowly beating him, but he began to heal, the cuts closing at alarming rates. He made a low growling sound that resembled a laugh. He then picked up the cot he was once on, and threw it at Emma, rendering her unconscious. Christina threw more and more crystals, and Razor easily plucked them from his skin. He began to move towards her. Kayla frantically whipped him with the chains, hoping the poison would begin to kick in. Christina began to shape holes in the floor, trapping his feet in the wood. This seemed to anger him more, and he tore through the floor, wood splintering and releasing his leg. He then lunged at her, picking her up by her throat and sending her across the room, but before she could hit the wall, she opened a portal behind her and was sucked into whatever place she was destined to be. Razor turned on Kayla, and she felt was true fear was.

"I've been waiting to do this for a very long time, my Angel."

"I am not your Angel, asshole."

He clicked his tongue, his voice changing, becoming deeper by the moment. He sounded almost demonic, "While I was in that coma, I had some time to think. If you didn't leave me, I don't believe we would have this situation."

Kayla knew she had to keep him talking and buy herself some time, to think of a plan. "I didn't leave you, Max. You were kissing Amelia. What was I supposed to do?"

He laughed, taking a step towards her. "I am a real man, Kayla. I have needs and you were not there to fulfill them. Amelia was. And she made me stronger."

"I thought you didn't like the drugs. The dependency."

He laughed again, "Matthew may be able to read minds, but he cannot tell the truth from a lie. I feel like a god. And you will too once you try it."

Kayla began to step back, "The man, he knocked you out. Doesn't that make you mad?"

Another laugh, he was toying with her. "For a scientist, you are a stupid bitch. That was my idea! Can't you see? These drugs, they are not bad. Try it, and once you finally see my perspective, we could be together again. Happy."

She stretched her wings out further, "Those drugs are not happy. This is not you, Max."

He bared his teeth like an animal, "My name is Razor!" He roared.

He began to charge, but then a knife found its home, right underneath his collarbone. He looked behind Kayla, and Diego, Klaus, and Five stepped into the room.

[sometimesimawriter]

Mirror Effect

Part 6

A/N: hey! I still exist! Life has been crazy!

Summary: five and Christina time. Kayla and Klaus discover new information and abilities ;)

Let me know if you like this shit or I should stop bothering with any of this! Also I have a sequel to this series which I personally like better so lmk!! Also I’m so sorry I can’t put the keep reading thing, it really won’t let me bc I’m doing this on my phone :(

Back to the story:

Christina's room was attached to the infirmary, and unlike the clutter of the infirmary, her room looked like a hurricane had barreled through. It was terrible, barely any space was left unoccupied by clothes, papers, shoes, or a combination of all three. She actually had the biggest closet of all three girls in the house- since there was a mutual agreement that she would need the extra space. Old habits tended to never die for her, and just like her bedroom growing up, no matter how much storage space she had, her room was fated to be a mess. Not like "Oh haha I'm such a mess!" Nah it was like five teenage girls were cramped into one space and none of them had the capability to pick up after themselves. When her, Emma, and Kayla first moved into the house, Kayla would once in a while try to clean Christina's space, but seeing that the mess had no end, she eventually gave up.

Christina now moved around the mess, using the few bare spots of her floor as stepping spaces to get to her bed. Her sheets were twisted around from the night before- she also had a habit of constantly kicking and tossing herself in her sleep. She moved a turquoise ukulele to the edge of the bed, and curled up. She then grabbed a tv remote off her bed stand and clicked the small television at the foot of her bed on. She flipped through some channels, but she wasn't really paying attention to the content, instead she was just zoning out. She was rethinking a bunch of things: how to solve the issue with the German steroid scientists, the face of the man Kayla had dropped to his death, how Max looked scared during his rage outside, how such a beast was asleep in the room next to her. There was a lot of serious shit going on for her, but the one thing she kept contemplating was Five. They shared a moment together yesterday, it really seemed like he was going to kiss her, and oh boy she couldn't get her mind off of that. She threw her head back onto her pillow, silently cursing Emma out for interrupting. What would have happened if they weren't interrupted?

She jumped up a bit when there was a knock on the door. Her heart began racing, thinking Max had woken up and Kayla wasn't there to talk to him and he broke out of the handcuffs. Another knock, sounding a little impatient. Then the door creaked open, pushing a shirt inside as it swung open. Then, instead of a scarred and angry Razor, a brown haired boy popped his head in.

"Hey, you busy- holy shit your room." Five looked around, momentarily gawking at a bra hanging off her desk chair. "You live like this?"

She jumped off the bed, pushing a pair of panties underneath her bed, "Ever heard of k-knocking maybe?"

He gave her a bland look, "I did knock, but you didn't answer. Can i come in?" It was more of a rhetorical question, since he was already walking inside. He toed a pair of jeans out of his way, "How much clothes do you own?"

She nervously giggled at this, "I've acquired a lot throughout the years."

"I see," he moved about the room, touching a Stones poster on the wall, then moved towards the desk, running his elegant fingers across the spine of a Rock Lives book. "You must really love rock music, huh?"

"Um yeah, more alternative, though." you rushed through the sentence, and he looked over at her, studying her. Her anxiety was probably palpable.

"I just wanted to come in here and apologize for yesterday in the infirmary. I was out of line." He too rushed through his apology.

"W-what do you mean?"

His throat moved, like he was forcing himself to swallow, "When I-ah- almost... kissed you?" This was strange, he was stuttering and sounded unsure. She could almost feel her heartbeat in her ears. Then she realized that he too was thinking about yesterday.

She jumped at this, "No!" Woah way too zealous there, "No... you don't have to apologize."

Her gave her a strange look, and walked over to the tv, crossing her as he moved. He had a kind of sweet scent. "What are you watching?"

She didn't really know, so she glanced at the tv and saw a sex scene playing. Heat flooded her face, and she scrambled for the remote, "Oh thats ah nothing, I wasn't watching that-" she finally found it and turned back around to shut it off, but he was suddenly standing in front of her. She stared into his eyes, and he had a very intense look on his face. His eyes moved rapidly, searching her face. He was standing so close she could feel his deep, heavy exhales on her face.

His hand moved to touch her hand, and she jumped a bit at the touch. He gave a small smile and firmly wrapped his hand around hers. "You seem to be a very strong willed and independent woman. I like that." His thumb moved back and forth across her knuckles. "which is why i want to ask: may I kiss you?"

She let out a laugh, and again, heat flashed in her face. Her nerves felt like popcorn kernels in a microwave, except the popcorn bag was on fire, and the microwave was hurdling through space at the speed of light (which is 1 X 10^12 m/s).

She finally decided to speak, "oh um ah, y-yeah i guess."

His eyelashes fanned across his face as his eyes moved from her eyes to her lips. Her chest rose and fell, and it seemed like he was basking in her nervousness. Then, ever so slowly, he leaned towards her, well, more like down towards her face. He gently pressed his lips to hers, treating her face as a porcelain doll. His free hand moved to her waist, gingerly touching her. Then he pulled back, opening his eyes, and a moment later she opened hers.

Not to be overly dramatic or anything, but her eyes felt like they were going to pop from their sockets and that her lips were buzzing with the ferocity of a wasp on crack.

He was the first to speak, "I liked that. Wanna do it again?"

She laughed, and then he wrapped his arm around her a little tighter, and oh boy did they kiss again and again.

Klaus walked into the infirmary, making slight eye contact with Five as he slipped into the door in the back of the room. He looked happier than usual- strange. Klaus pushed back a baby blue curtain where Max was strapped to a cot, still very unconscious. Whatever Gas Mask Man used was some powerful stuff, Old Klaus would have loved to get his hands on that. Kayla sat on a chair near the foot of the bed, with her legs propped next to Max's legs. She was reading a book, Klaus couldn't make out the name. He coughed a bit to get her attention and she looked up, and then she gave him a sweet smile. His heart felt like someone had grabbed it, not in a bad way, but he just really liked her smile; goofy, right?

"Hey, what are you doing in here?" She put a tab in the book, put her legs on the ground, and stood up.

"Just wanted to check on the blood again," he looked her up and down, and she rolled her eyes.

"The actual blood sample?"

"That too."

She looked down at Max, her faced etched with concern. Klaus hated the fact she was even in the same room with this guy. "I ran a test on it. Whatever he was on was some crazy shit. Dimethocaine, methamphetamine, MDPV, all the good shit." she looked up at Klaus, "The craziest part? A good 56% of his blood was made of it. Like it wasn't blood anymore, it was his DNA."

Klaus could remember a time when he was in a hospital. He had heard the nurses talking about him, how "remarkable" it was that he was alive. He no longer wanted to be that version of himself. Old him did have some good parts though, like how he knew exactly what those chemicals were, "Wait, so he was high on bath salts and coke?"

Kayla gave him a look, "...yeah. How'd you know that?"

He waved his fingers in the air, like a magician would after pulling a bunny from a hat, "The secrets of my mind." She giggled again, an angelic sound to him. The humor died out when Max made a grunting sound, and immediately Kayla went back to his side. When he didn't wake, Klaus spoke his mind, "Why are you spending so much time with him?"

"I feel bad, like i could have prevented this."

"But you couldn't."

"But i could have. I broke things off with him, and that blonde he killed? That was the girl he was cheating on me with. I think this was a plan of theirs."

Klaus couldn't deny this reasoning, but he still did not like it. "Or maybe he got what he deserved." She started to protest this but he continued on, "He cheated on you and look where that got him. He does not deserve you and you don't deserve this." He spat out this final word and pointed towards the unconscious body. He crossed the room to her, "Let Christina handle him," he gently grabbed her hand and began to lead her from the room, "I never got the coffee I was offered."

She then showed some resistance, "I can't leave him alone Klaus, he could wake up and tear through the cuffs."

"He'll be fine, leave him-"

She suddenly yanked her hand from his grasp, "No. I don't understand why you're trying so hard to get me away from him. What's your fucking issue?"

Klaus always considered himself a happy-go-lucky type of guy. His father always pushed him to go fight bad guys as a kid and he hated every second of it. He was more of a pacifist, especially after Vietnam- he just had grown to hate confrontation. This moment though, he had an ugly feeling in the pit of his stomach. Ever since he met Max he had an initial feeling of not liking him, and it was rare he didn't like someone. What he absolutely hated more was Kayla still protecting this bastard, after he treated her like shit and even threatened to kill her.

He looked at her, and he got pissed, "You wanna know what my fucking issue is? I don't like this guy. He threatened you, hurt you, hurt my brother. I have no reason to like him." He knew he should have stopped there, but he felt compelled to keep going. "I especially don't like how you are all over him," he sped up, talking erratically, "He won't treat you like I would!" he was beginning to yell, "I felt a connection with you that I only felt with someone else, and he's dead! And that connection is being tossed away because this asshole decides to show up all bloody and high!"

His tangent was done, but his lips kept moving, spilling words and ideas that weren't even his, "Your father abused you, and that's why you are clinging to him. When I left you, you were left to your own devices. Your father was cruel, and you are turning into the woman that i once was. Kayla Jane you are better than this!" His hands flew to his mouth, and whatever presence that took the wheel was now gone.

Her face was pale and her mouth slightly opened. "W-what?"

Klaus's heart sped up, "I- I don't know what just happened, I'm so so sorry.."

A single tear rolled down her face, "Only my mother called me that..." she whispered this.

There was silence in the room, then Klaus had to speak, "I think...your mom... was in me?"

She began to break down completely, her body caving in on itself. Klaus moved to her and she face-planted into his shirt. She sobbed, loudly, shaking in his arms.

Christina and Five came out of the back room, she looked shaken, but her eyes were set on her friend. She then made eye-contact with Klaus and made an O with her mouth. She then shoved Five back into the room and shut the door.

Klaus's attention was back on Kayla, and he pressed his lips to the top of her head. Guilt hung heavy in his chest, he hated that he caused this break down.

A few minutes of sobbing passed, and eventually the crying slowed. Her body seemed to relax, and then she pulled away a bit and looked up at him.

"I'm sorry you had to see that."

He hugged her tighter to him, "No, I shouldn't have said those things."

Silence again.

"I want to go to my room."

He slowly let go of her, expecting her to leave without looking back, but she took a few steps away and turned back to him, "You coming?"

[sometimesimawriter]

Five: so I figured out a calculation

Everyone: okay cool what is it

Five: so if you take the velocity of pent up rage, times the acceleration of child abuse, divided by the time it takes to form a fully dysfutional adult- you get our family.

Everyone:

Klaus: ...shittt you right

[sometimesimawriter]

You know how klaus was rejected from heaven and hell? I deadass felt that.

Also I’m sorry I haven’t posted more Mirror Effect, this weekend has been crazy but I’ll get back to it soon!! Stay with me and give some notes to part 5 cmon it’s making me sad :(

[sometimesimawriter]

Yes volleyball is the extreme sport of don’t let the balloon touch the floor

but it is also a game of trying to knock that one bitch on the other side tf out

[sometimesimawriter]

Mirror Effect

Part 5

A/N yep this is it, part five. I just realized how big this story is but I like long stories. I hope you guys do too. Also for the future: I’m gonna want to make short stories (like actual short stories), maybe quick romance scenes. I’m also working on a sequel to this, but someone’s gotta let me know if they actually want to read it. I know this is boring and I’m sorry but trust me it really picks up as you go along. Thanks!!

The StOrY:

It was early the next morning, the sun was beginning to creep into the room, reflecting off the tall mirror leaned against the wall, and making the various scientific tools strewn around the room glimmer. Klaus lied in the world's fluffiest bed and wondered how the hell Kayla even got up in the morning. He'd been awake for some time now, woken up by some screams of the dead- they tended to have no concept of time. What kept him pinned here, despite the way the mattress begged him to stay here for eternity, was the red hair that spread across his chest. Also the wings were kind of pinning him down. He noticed Kayla tended to sleep on her stomach, probably because it was more of a comfortable position. Her face was buried into his chest and she was sound asleep. He cradled her next to him with his left arm, and lightly stroked the wings with his right. He really hoped she couldn't feel him doing that, because, well, that's creepy. He also couldn't stop himself, they were so soft, and the sun made them seem golden- actually... he took a closer look- there might be gold in the wings? He could make out, below the feathers, a network of veins, but the veins seemed to pump liquid gold in them- strange. He looked back up at the ceiling, thinking about last night. They had their fun, but it felt a little different than his normal hookups. Normally, he would've been gone by now, either back at home or in his designated bedroom on the first night he spent here. Now, he really didn't want to leave, rather he wanted to wake her up and start all over again. A smile spread across his face, and he wondered how his other brothers' nights had gone- if Diego finally worked up the courage to even have a normal, non-Max-related conversation with Emma, or even if Five knew how to approach a girl. He smiled at the cluelessness both of them possessed. He turned his head again to look at the sleeping beauty; she looked serene- may he add... angelic- no, too cheesy. He laughed a bit to himself, and then she began to stir.

"Hey," Klaus said, almost in a whisper, "Didn't mean to wake you."

Her voice was still very sleepy, "No, you didn't. I wake up a little earlier than this usually, don't know why i slept in today."

"I think i may know the answer."

She pushed herself off of him and the wings retracted. "Don't know if it was a dream or not, but were you...petting me?"

He sat up on his elbows, "Uhh, no..."

She smirked at him, then with the sheets wrapped around her, she grabbed for the robe she had thrown next to the bed. Then, sitting on the bed with her back to him, she shrugged it on, stood up, and tied the front. "C'mon, let's get breakfast. We have a busy day."

He groaned, throwing the sheets off of him and stood up, disregarding the very blatant fact that he was nude. Her face blushed and she turned away, and he looked her up and down once more as he shrugged on his boxer shorts from last night, then his jeans, and his black button-up, except he didn't bother to button it up.

Together, they made their way down the flight of stairs to the kitchen. It was still early and no one else was awake.

"You want coffee?" Kayla asked.

"Yes please, black like the souls that scream to keep me awake." He half joked. This made her giggle and the sound left his chest feeling mushy. Kayla pulled out a red kettle, filled it with water, and put it on the stove. Then she moved to the coffee maker, poured some grinds in, and let the machine do the rest of the work. Through all these small, meaningless movements, Klaus watched her every step. The caveman side of his brain wishing to see what was under the robe all over again, but the more sophisticated side of him really just wanted to be next to her, a simple touch, or to be joined at the hip. He knew that if he did do that, then she would be weirded out, so he kept his distance, sitting at the kitchen table, watching her.

Then she caught him staring, "Do I have something on my face?" her hands moved to fix her eyebrows.

"No, no. Just thinking..."

"About?"

"What the old man is screaming about in the basement. Why people like kale. Californian's obsession with avocado. You. The true meaning of becoming a vegetarian."

"Why me?"

"Well, we did just have some fantastic sex." She began to twist her hair, and he could tell she didn't like discussing it. Which made him want to discuss it more. "Man, the way you moved-"

He was cut off by a shattering of glass and a roar.

Kayla looked towards the foyer, "What the fuck?"

What sounded like an army of footsteps came barreling down the stairs, with a chorus of "What the hell was that?" "Is anyone hurt?" "Fuck's going on?"

Then a woman screamed outside, and what sounded like a man cursing in German. Followed by another roar, a real pissed off roar.

The six raced outside, and across the street was Razor, but he looked...animalistic. His hair was now messy and was past his shoulders, and he grew in size. His muscles now ripped through his white shirt, and his pants seemed to barely fit. His nails were longer, more jagged, and he was holding a blonde woman by her throat. A black van was parked outside, with a big dent in it, as if something had crashed into it. The back doors were open, then a man came out, wearing a gas mask that looked like it was from the 50s. Razor took his other arm, the one not holding the woman, and dug his nails into her stomach. Blood seeped through her white blouse, and he released her, and a sickening thud resulted from her deceased body hitting the concrete. The man held up what looked like a gun, aimed at Razor and then fired.

A dart found it's way into his neck, and he began to shrink back to regular size. His eyes looked towards the group, and he features grew tired. He found Klaus's eyes, and yelled, "Run", and then promptly collapsed.

Involuntarily, Kayla squeaked out "Max!".

The man turned around, and through the muffle of the mask, he said something that sounded like a cat chewing on a plastic bag, but Klaus could vaguely make out the word "themen".

Whatever that meant, it didn't sound good.

Emma called out "Who the fuck are you?" And was rewarded by the man turning to face her, and began to aim the gun again.

Diego poised to throw a knife, but before Klaus could see him release, a whoosh of air pushed his black curls into his eyes. When he moved his hair back, all he saw was a pair of wings in front of the man, holding the gun towards the sky. The man let off one shot, but it never had a target. Then, the wings pushed off the ground, carrying the man to the sun. The Angel and the man reached an altitude of about 50 feet, her holding the collar of his shirt, and then she released. His muffled scream was soon silenced by his body cracking against the pavement. Kayla then floated back down to the ground, and picked up the robe that the wings had ripped off her body, and she shrugged on the remains of it after retracting the wings. Emma and Christina approached her, but the brothers stayed back. Klaus's eyes were wide, and he looked over at his brothers. Five looked surprised, and Diego disturbed. Klaus didn't know what to think, he had never expected such ferocity to come from someone as small as her.

Christina crouched next to the man, and her hand hovered over the mask, preparing to take it off. Emma's right arm ignited, probably in case he survived a fall like that. Kayla on the other hand, moved to wear Max had collapsed, putting to fingers to his throat. Christina lifted off the mask, and Klaus approached the body to get another look. There was blood leaking out of his nose, and his eyes were wide open, a frozen look of fear remained on his face. Christina checked his pulse, "He's dead."

Emma's arm cooled down, then she looked down at Christina, "Who do you think he is?"

Kayla walked back over, "He's German definitely. My guess is that he's one of those scientists."

Diego nodded his chin towards Max, "Is he breathing?"

Kayla turned to him, her face unreadable, "Yeah, whatever was in that dart just knocked him out." She gestured towards the corpse, "Whoever these guys are, they know what they're doing."

Five then looked between the woman, the man, and Max, "What are we gonna do with them?"

Emma spoke up, "Call up the Commissioner, tell him we got a bigger issue, then maybe they can lock up Max."

Kayla gave her a bewildered look, "They're not locking him up."

This left a twisting feeling in Klaus's stomach, "What? They have to. He killed those people, he would've killed us."

Kayla turned to him, "No, he wouldn't. He told us to run, he knew these guys were dangerous. I say we take him inside."

Klaus stepped towards her, "No! We're not doing that."

"Too bad."

She then turned and walked over to his unconscious body, "Anyone gonna help?"

Klaus, Diego, and Five were all in Five's bedroom. Diego was pacing, Five had his hand on his chin while sitting on the bed, and Klaus was sitting with his legs crossed on a chair in the corner. Klaus didn't like having Max in the house at all, and he hated that Kayla was sitting in the infirmary with him. He did like it that she agreed to handcuff him to the table, using a pair of Diego's cuffs. He kept thinking how she focused on Max the moment she saw him, like what they shared during the night meant nothing. He really wasn't one to follow up with someone after he had a one-night-stand with them, but this time, it felt like part of him was connected to her still. His mind was still fuzzy, and he had to push images back otherwise it would be pretty obvious to his brothers what his mind was really on.

"I don't trust Razor." Diego stated, stopping mid-pace.

"Understatement of the year, dear brother." Klaus muttered.

Five looked him up and down, "You seem especially affected by his presence. I also noticed your room was vacant last evening, care to share?"

Diego's eyebrows raised, and Klaus looked between the both of them and smirked. "I told you two last night, I went up to Kayla's room to check on the blood."

Five looked him up and down, "Sure you did," he sighed, "anyway, I'm going to let Luther know that we might be staying here longer than the weekend. See you two at dinner." He then rose from the bed and exited the room.

Diego glanced at his brother, "Guess I'll give the Commissioner an update." And followed suit.

Klaus then looked about the empty room, "Maybe I'll check on the blood samples again," he said to no one in particular.

[sometimesimawriter]

Mirror Effect

Part 4

A/N I normally try to post around 4 (eastern US time) but things have been pretty busy, so to make it up I’m just gonna post part 5 right after this. And please, if you like this let me know! I like feedback- hell maybe even send it to a friend. We are all about networking here :)

The story:

The storage facility was a large empty cargo space, one where shipping companies used to leave large containers, varying from cars to human trafficking. Rumor says that the mob even locked some people up in containers here, back in the 20s. The facility now was used by young adults and promiscuous teens, every so often an underground rave would be held here. Last week, Brendan hosted one and red solo cups were still strewn around. The walls were covered with decades worth of graffiti. Three cargo containers were pushed back into the far left corner of the building, open and vacant. The group ventured towards the containers, led by Emma and Diego. Diego pointed towards the ground, "Here's were we found some blood, but other than that, there's really not much here."

Five looked around the container, "Where'd you find the knives?"

"They were in the corner, looked like he threw them, the wall is scratched up because of it."

Klaus seemed uneasy here, and he kept staring towards the back right corner.

"Hey," Kayla put her hand on his shoulder, his back was to her, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, just- there's a lady... she's speaking Russian or something, but looks like...her throat was ripped open."

He sighed and turned towards Kayla and looked back toward the rest of the group, who were standing near the entrance to the container, "She's recently dead, obviously no body, but she's not happy- what? What does that mean?" He turned back to the corner. "She knows some English- hey can you speak english? I don't understand Russian." He was talking as if you would to a deaf person. "Yeah-uh huh- yeah he was tall, brown hair, kind of a dick? Yeah that's our guy." He turned back around, "Says he was bleeding and hobbling around-"

Matthew's head whipped around, "Then why does it stop here?"

Klaus frowned, then pulled out a phone. He started typing and then held it up as Google Translate blurted out something in Russian. He then pursed his lips and then turned around to the group, "She says he just stopped bleeding-"

Kayla interrupted, "Duh, remember heals real fast?"

Klaus gave her a bland look, "yeah, but here's the thing: she says there was someone else here, a blonde... yeah no I don't speak Russian...let's see she says 'tall, mean look, gave pill, he grow strong'."

"What the fuck?" Brendan and Diego said in unison.

"A pill... Hey, um, Kayla... weren't you saying that some other scientist was making some new steroids?" Christina asked.

Kayla began pacing, "Yeah, somewhere in Germany. I heard they're highly illegal, but apparently they can alter...supers...powers... holy shit."

Five turned to her, "What? Why 'holy shit'?"

Her eyes grew wide, "That must be why Max is going buck-shit-wild. He's pumped on drugs, but why him?"

Matthew decided to dress the elephant in the room, "Who's making the steroids?"

"I don't know, names aren't being released, but there's news of an increase of violence in Berlin and Hamburg." She looked at Klaus, looking lost, "Do you think they're testing on people? Or even worse, other supers?"

No one had an answer, but collectively they assumed the worst. Some blonde was in the US, stocking one of the more dangerous supers with new steroids, and he was too jacked on drugs to realize he was ripping people apart, perfect.

The group traveled back to the house, Brendan and Matthew headed up town to their apartments. (Fuck it, we're going third person in Kayla's perspective because fuck this). Kayla went to her room, leaving Christina and Emma to entertain the guys- hopefully not in THAT way but keep them out of trouble. She had brought a testing kit to the cargo container, and now held a vial with a sample of Max's blood. It was thicker than normal blood, but there was nothing normal about Max- well there was nothing normal about anyone in the house at the moment. She took the tube and separated the sample into another tube, a backup. Then she took both and inserted them into a centrifuge. With a flip of a switch, the machine whirred to life and began spinning, faster than the human eye could track. Except she wasn't human, and her eyes could adjust to acute details, such as a fast moving object- kind of like a hawk. She was wearing a black compression shirt, it helped keep her wings in her back, since they tended to pop out when she was in a stressful situation or physically uncomfortable. Right now, they wanted to come out, she could tell from the throb in her shoulder blades. Growing up, she always had body pains and aches, due to her body being able to protrude two extra limbs. She figured as she lived longer with the wings that the pain was more bearable with compression, giving her skin a break from holding the wings inside. She now removed the shirt, stretching it over her head and throwing it on her dresser. She had a purple sports bra on underneath, and in the comfort of her room, she relaxed her shoulder blades and welcomed the sharp pain of the wings extending from her back. After they expanded to their full wingspan, all 15 feet of them. Her room was a decent size, and she kept it clear of objects, with her bed and dresser pushed to the walls, which gave her room to move with the wings out. Having the wings out in the open felt great, a relief from the constant pain of keeping them in her back- except she had learned to hate them. Her parents were mortified of them, often wrapping bandages around her back and waist as a kid so she wouldn't have any instances during school. She did have one instance, back in kindergarten, when a kid named Jude wouldn't leave her alone. He was pulling her hair and calling her names. She always had a temper growing up, but for some reason this kid really got under her skin, and then, the wings came out. She was 3 feet tall at the time, and the wings were about 5 feet. They ended up knocking the kid out and the school had to call her mother to pick her up. Kayla learned that day that the wings were only for emergencies, and even then she hated the sight of them.

During this time of thought, she was absolutely oblivious to the creaking of floorboards behind her. She heard a small gasp and turned around, almost knocking over a lamp in the process. Klaus stood behind her, his green eyes wide.

"Oh fuck Klaus I didn't hear you." The wings began to retract.

"No no, don't put them away please..." he began to approach her. The wings stayed out. "Can i touch them?" She stared for a second, then slowly, she nodded. He reached out and gingerly touched them. They felt like silk and his breaths were light. He then looked at her face, and involuntarily, noticed she was in a bra, then his eyes snapped back to her face.

"Sorry to intrude, i just wanted to check how the blood was coming."

Normally, any guy who had seen her wings went running, but he stayed put. Her heart was racing, expecting him to question her about them, at least say something about them, but instead he ducked below them and walked over to the bed and collapsed on it. "This is probably the softest bed i have ever had the pleasure of reclining on." He glanced up at her, "you look like you've seen a ghost, which is improbable because last i checked, only i can see the ghosts."

"you're not gonna say anything about the wings?"

"I've seen better."

She barked out a laugh at this and he gave a devilish grin. "You're probably the first guy that hasn't gone running after seeing the wings."

"Who in the hell would run after seeing such a sight, and not just the wings" he gestured towards her person and winked. "Come, join me on this glorious mattress you call a bed."

She slid the wings back to their original position, laying on her back would be uncomfortable for both parties with them out. She lied next to him, staring at the ceiling. She felt his hand brush up against hers, this one saying HELLO. His head turned towards her, and she turned towards him. He stared at her for a bit, then asked "the wings, do they hurt when they come out?"

She looked back up at the ceiling, "yeah a bit, I've gotten used to it though."

"Is it more comfortable with them out?"

"Yeah."

"Take them out then"

"No its fine-"

"Take. Them. Out. Take. Them. Out." Klaus began chanting, lighting tapping his fist on her hand. Kayla giggled and then sat up, moving backwards so they wouldn't knock him off the bed, and then felt the quick, sharp pain, then let her muscles relax. This time, his eyes didn't go immediately to the wings, instead they stayed on her face. He brushed a piece of hair behind her ear, and his hand lingered there for a bit. "You look much more comfortable," his voice was thick.

"Feels more natural, but they look horrendous" she laughed at herself, but his normal joyous face turned serious.

"There's nothing horrendous about them" he said, leaving an emphasis on "nothing". His hand fell down, and then grabbed onto both of her hands. "Don't you dare feel ashamed for what you have." He was staring at her intensely, his demeanor was startlingly different. His normal bubbly self wasn't there, the joking soul that made fun of the papers, and made jokes about Max's DNA. Instead, he was replaced by a serious tone, his eyes dark and determined. She could read his soul through them, he was an old soul trapped in a young body. Seeing constant death takes a toll on him, the struggles of the afterlife were made present in his being. She could also see that he was afraid, but most of all, she could see desire. Then, without words, his lips were on hers, first gentle and slow, he pulled back, searching her eyes. He needed reassurance, he was insecure. Seeing that she was not aiming to punch him in the face, he dove back in, this time, more confident in his movements. One hand moved to her hair, the other on her back. The kisses turned passionate, and he pressed her down into the mattress. Her wings curled around them both, making a white, feathery cocoon. He hovered over her, and let out a soft laugh against her lips, "you know, I've been with some real weird people, but wings are a first." Then he dropped his head to her ear, and in almost a growl, "But, man, these are a major turn-on."

[sometimesimawriter]

This song should’ve been in TUA

Also it makes me want to punch someone so that makes it appropriate :)