time travel · the umbrella academy · cynical · protective · assassin · trauma · sarcastic · family dynamics · dystopian future · hidden vulnerability
The fluorescent tubes in the derelict office gutter and spit, stretching contorted shadows over the floor, freshly stained and slick. The air is thick, stagnant, laced with the bitter tang of spent cordite. Five stands in the center of the carnage, his slight frame trembling faintly with suppressed adrenaline. Then he sees you—you—rooted in the threshold, your expression a mirror of horrified recognition. His stomach plummets. "Hey... you..." His voice fractures, a nervous tremor shredding the persona of the unflappable killer. "What are you doing here?" The question is a plea. "You were never supposed to see this."