A/n Hey? So this is my first official Fanficiton so apologies if the writing isn't exactly perfect lmao.

I've watched The Umbrella Academy almost twice over the past week and I'm 100% obsessed and was literally left GAGGING for a season 2! So I thought, in the mean time, I'll write my own little story just to keep me occupied and I might as well post it aha. I'm open for any suggestions or tips on how to improve and carry on this little story on so please don't hesitate to leave a review, I hope you enjoy it 3

Prologue

Xepher aka (soon to be Number Eight) POV

The night started normal. The rain tapped against the clouded windows, the familiar sound of the news channel carried through the dim kitchen leading to an even darker sitting room. My mother sat on the couch, staring at the television which wasn't even switched on.

"What do you want, brat?" She spat. Shit. She and Dad both hate it if I disrupt them in any way.

"Sorry," I muttered "... do you know where dad is?" I was enjoying how quiet the house actually. Maybe too much. I'm used to hearing some sort of argument or fight, hell I've adjusted to the sound of things being smashed against the wall. But it was too quiet. Something was probably wrong. Well, when isn't there? I shrug off my negative thoughts.

"Out." She responded bluntly.

"Oh..." obviously. He's never in. But when he is, it's hell.

As if on queue, the front door slams open and dad falls through dropping an empty bottle of some sort of alcohol. He's drunk. Again. I scurry away like a timid animal.

I don't often run away from my problems, I tend to face them head on. Although, in this shitty apartment I call home, it's either flee or get my head kicked in. You're probably thinking I'm exaggerating- I'm really not. It's as if there's some secret handbook on how to deal with 'no-good' children that's used, 'If child makes you aware of their presence: throw a near by object at their head.' I've learnt how to avoid most of these minor assaults to be honest. The odd one does catch me by surprise however.

I heard my so-called-father stumble through the house completely ignoring mum yelling at him, asking where he's been. I cower behind my bedroom door. Unfortunately for me, it's not too far way from the kitchen. I listened to Dad rummage through the fridge, supposedly for another bottle. Mum's yells gradually became screams. Dad, now actually engaging in the conversation, started shouting back. The voices were loud, but indistinguishable. This situation was definitely escalating quickly.

A loud shatter of a glass bottle being smashed now came from the kitchen. Wow. About three minutes? That was quick. Even for them. More yells. More screams. More bangs, crashes and a screech? My heart dropped. The flat went disturbingly silent. I ran into the kitchen. I wish I didn't. I saw mum laying lifeless on the floor. Blood pooling out of a deep wound on her head. Dad hovered over her body holding the remains of bottle, dripping with blood.

I screamed. Howled. Bawled. How could he? That fucking sadistic prick. I always knew this family was dysfunctional... never could I imagine murder. Never. I started breathing quicker, sharper. My fists were clenched. Knuckles surely white. I faced my dad with rage. He didn't even look at me.

"What the fuck did you do?" I spluttered. He turned to me. Not even distressed. Still pissed. The fucking nerve.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!" He pounced towards me. I swerve his grasp. My breathing became even deeper. Shorter. My ears burnt. I was like a bomb about to explode.

All these years. Every argument. Every fight. All led up to this. This moment. The pair of them would endlessly go at each other, but today. Dad snapped. And I did too. All the nights I cried myself to sleep. All the wounds I had to heal. All the buried anger was all coming to the surface.

Thoughts ran through my head, distracting me from the flickering lights and... wind? Dad, no longer was hostile, backed away from me. Lights smashed around us. Sparks burst between us. I let an almighty screech escape my body then boom.

Darkness.

Time jump

I slowly opened my eyes. I looked around. The apartment, my home, seemed as if it was hit by an explosion of some sort. The streaks of ash and rubble all leaded to the centre of what must've been the cause... though. It's precisely where I lied. Did I do this? Then I remembered. Mum. Dad. I shot up. Only to be greeted by six children, about the same age as me, dressed in uniforms (and... masks?) gawking at me. An almost elderly man with a monocle barged through and looked straight at me.

"Come on," before I could protest, he was already dragging me out the remains of the apartment by my arm.

"Wait! Who the fuck are you?!" I very aggressively questioned. He continued to pull me through the apartment block and onto the street. I made an effort to stop. Maybe if I asked nicely he'd answer me...

"Can you at least tell me where you're taking me?"

He glimpsed at me for a second before responding;

"The Umbrella Academy"