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priscaTitle: Dolores
Character: Number Five, Dolores
Challenge: Fandom Battle / Umbrella Academy
Word Count: 377
Finished: 17.03.2021
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Five often wondered how his life would have been if he had listened to Sir Reginald's advice. „Only a few seconds,“ he had warned him,“ you are still not able to control your power completely.“ But of course, he had been young and adventurous; jumping around in the timeline, visiting the past and the future had been just too tempting.
Until one day, the unthinkable happened. A jump into the future, and what he saw was more horrible than the darkest nightmares. The world destroyed, the familiar places around turned into ash and dust. No one alive anymore. He didn't even feel panic and shock when he realized that this time there would be no way back; the portal closed for some reason he couldn't grab; this had never happened to him before.
In a dizzy state, he strayed through the ruins, found the place which had been the Umbrella Academy once. He had never liked the house, too big, too dark, but the only home he had ever had. He had also never been very close to his siblings, but to found them now, one after the other, lifeless, covered in grey dust, their bones dashed to pieces, made him realize that for the first time in his life, he was alone. With no chance to return.
Maybe this thought would have caused the breakdown; maybe he would have curled up beside the corpse of Luther, Number one, his big brother, ready to give up, just waiting for the dead, because this was all he could still do. He would not have survived the next day, the next week, the next month, the next fifty years.
If not Dolores would have crossed his way. He found her at the ruin of the department store near the Academy. Covered with stones, she stared at him with wide-open blue eyes. Carefully he freed her, cleaned her face with some old rags, bedded her onto his jacket near the almost intact wall of a house. Half of the day, he was sitting there, watching her perfect face, the bold head, the smooth upper part of her body. And he decided that she was worth it to move on. Even if he was the last living human being on earth.
Character: Number Five, Dolores
Challenge: Fandom Battle / Umbrella Academy
Word Count: 377
Finished: 17.03.2021
:::
Five often wondered how his life would have been if he had listened to Sir Reginald's advice. „Only a few seconds,“ he had warned him,“ you are still not able to control your power completely.“ But of course, he had been young and adventurous; jumping around in the timeline, visiting the past and the future had been just too tempting.
Until one day, the unthinkable happened. A jump into the future, and what he saw was more horrible than the darkest nightmares. The world destroyed, the familiar places around turned into ash and dust. No one alive anymore. He didn't even feel panic and shock when he realized that this time there would be no way back; the portal closed for some reason he couldn't grab; this had never happened to him before.
In a dizzy state, he strayed through the ruins, found the place which had been the Umbrella Academy once. He had never liked the house, too big, too dark, but the only home he had ever had. He had also never been very close to his siblings, but to found them now, one after the other, lifeless, covered in grey dust, their bones dashed to pieces, made him realize that for the first time in his life, he was alone. With no chance to return.
Maybe this thought would have caused the breakdown; maybe he would have curled up beside the corpse of Luther, Number one, his big brother, ready to give up, just waiting for the dead, because this was all he could still do. He would not have survived the next day, the next week, the next month, the next fifty years.
If not Dolores would have crossed his way. He found her at the ruin of the department store near the Academy. Covered with stones, she stared at him with wide-open blue eyes. Carefully he freed her, cleaned her face with some old rags, bedded her onto his jacket near the almost intact wall of a house. Half of the day, he was sitting there, watching her perfect face, the bold head, the smooth upper part of her body. And he decided that she was worth it to move on. Even if he was the last living human being on earth.