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I wrote this scene of Five remembering the first time he killed a person for Reginald as a kid (for one of my long fics several years ago) and figured I'd post it here in case anyone is interested. I just really wish we got more of the Brellies when they were kids, especially Five. But it's fun to come up with scenarios of how things went down.
Anyway, here you go. There's no warnings or anything, it's just a short drabble.
Five had killed countless people in his lifetime. Most of them he didn’t even remember; the circumstances having blurred together over years and decades. But he would always remember his first kill. Long before he worked for the Commission, before his years of fending for himself in the Apocalypse, he was just a boy being trained as a superpowered “hero” by his adoptive father.
Five and his siblings were taught various forms of martial arts and weaponry, along with intense training sessions to build up agility and endurance. Their powers were honed individually, based on their strengths and weaknesses. Unlike Ben and Klaus, whose powers frightened them; or Luther, Diego, and Allison, who longed to be heroes and receive praise from their father, Five just wanted to be the best. At everything. So when it came time for the Umbrella Academy’s first official mission, Five couldn’t wait. He was eleven at the time. Reginald had viewed this first time a trial run. If everything went smoothly, and his children came through like they were supposed to, then he could introduce them to the public.
When the lights and alarms went off inside the mansion, Five was the first downstairs and dressed, waiting obediently for instructions. As their father gathered them around, he explained that he had gotten word of a diamond smuggling ring that was planning to receive a shipment on the docks that night. He wanted the six children to use their abilities to stop the criminals and the shipment from leaving port. They were to use any means necessary.
Five could still picture it. It was dark and damp by the water, and the docks were empty except for a couple of delivery trucks and a small group of shady looking men. The team got to work immediately, adrenaline flowing through their young bodies, in an effort to stop the smugglers. The criminals were grown men with guns, but they still found themselves being overpowered by these small children. As his siblings went about fighting, and rumoring, and unleashing The Horror, Five spotted one of the men making a run for it. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for, an almost perfect set up for his powers, on top of the fact that he could get this guy all by himself.
Smiling arrogantly, Five had blinked in front of the escaping man, stopping him in his tracks. The man was obviously much larger and stronger than an eleven-year-old boy, and also had a small pistol on him; but Five was agile and smart, and he blinked again, this time onto the man’s back, holding onto him like a spider monkey. Placing his hands on either side of the man’s head, Five snapped his neck in one swift motion, just as he had been taught. The results were immediate and before Five fell to the ground along with the dead man, he blinked away just in time, standing on the ground next to the body. His initial smile of triumph faded when he saw the man’s lifeless eyes and the way his head was twisted unnaturally on his neck.
A wave of panic set in and he looked around for help. His siblings were occupied elsewhere and Reginald was nowhere to be found. He had fought back the tears he felt forming in his eyes. Crying was a form of weakness, after all, they had all been taught that. Instead, Five sat down on the wet pavement next to the man he had just killed and waited. Eventually, his father found him. The others had already been rounded up and were waiting in the van to return home. As Reggie approached, Five sprang to his feet, afraid that maybe he would be in trouble. But when he saw what happened, his father merely smiled. In the first and only time Five could remember, Reggie clapped him on the back in congratulations. “Well done, my boy, well done.” Then he turned and walked away, Five following slowly behind him.
It took several nights afterward before Five could sleep peacefully again. That had been the beginning of his lifetime of nightmares, waking up drenched in sweat, the image of the dead man’s eyes burned into his brain. His siblings had been jealous of the praise he received from their father, which spurred on the already heavy competition between the group. Not wanting to admit he was actually horrified at what he’d done, Five adopted an air of superiority that lasted until the fateful day he disappeared. In his siblings’ eyes, Five was arrogant, always trying to show them up. But secretly, he had hated that he killed someone. Over time, however, that feeling faded and the fake superior attitude became real. Eventually, even the killing became second nature, feeling nothing but a vague sense of accomplishment after each victim. Because none of it had been personal.
