Burning Up ~*~ [ THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY 2 ] [ FIVE x OC ]

S I X T E E N

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     Ivy's car pulled up outside of the farm house that Vanya had been staying at for the past month. She saw that two cars were sitting out front already, which meant Vanya could be home. Ivy jogged up to the door, knocking in hopes that Vanya would answer. Instead, the man she'd been staying with opened the door. 

     "Uh, how can I help you today?" he asked. 

     "Who are you?" Ivy asked. 

     "Uh, Carl," he said. 

     "God, you're the annoying one. Can I talk to Sissy?" Ivy asked, crossing her arms. 

     "Now, listen here, kid-" 

     "I'm not in the mood for your bullshit, old man. I've had a rough few days and I'm just looking for my sister," Ivy said, holding her hands up. "Now we can do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard way. And I so very much want to do this the hard way." 

     "Your sister?" Carl asked. "You're not related to Sissy!" 

     "But I'm related to Vanya!" Ivy shouted. "She promised she would meet us all yesterday with Sissy and Harlan because we all wanted to meet the two who had been taking care of our sister for the past month." Carl's eyes widened, and he grew scared. Ivy smiled at him, crossing her arms again. 

     "I'll go get Sissy," he said, slowly walking away. Ivy peered into the house, then looked around outside. Something was wrong. 

     "Are you looking for Vanya?" Sissy asked, keeping her voice quiet. Ivy immediately picked apart the look on Sissy's face. Fear and confusion. 

     "Oh, god," Ivy said. "She showed you, didn't she?" 

     "S-Showed me what?" Sissy asked. Ivy pulled her outside, making sure Carl wasn't watching. She shut the door behind her, turning and facing Sissy. 

    "Where's Vanya?" Ivy asked. 

     "I-I don't know," Sissy answered. "They took her and didn't tell us where." 

      "But you saw her use her powers, didn't you?" Ivy asked. Sissy didn't respond, but slowly nodded as she looked even more scared. "God dammit. Where is she?" 

      "Carl had her arrested," Sissy responded. "He was going to have her arrested anyways because of us." 

     "I'm gonna kill him," Ivy said, turning and opening the front door to the house. She stormed in, seeing Carl in the kitchen. "You idiot." She stormed over, grabbing Carl by the collar and shoving him against the fridge. "Do you have any idea what your homophobic ass has done?" 

    "She was dangerous!" Carl yelled. "Did you eve know she works for the KGB?" 

     "I can assure you that you are completely and utterly wrong," Ivy seethed. 

     "How come she can speak Russian then?" Carl asked. 

     "We all can!" Ivy yelled. "Our dad taught us seven different languages as kids. English, Russian, Spanish, Italian, Greek, Latin, and German! I can cuss you out using any of them!" 

     "Prove it!" Carl yelled. Ivy threw him at the floor, straightening out her shirt. 

     "Ahora escucha, puto," Ivy started in Spanish. "Vy ponyatiya ne imeyet, o chem govorite." Russian. "Hai fatto una cazzata al massimo questa volta." Italian. "Tóra prépei na mátho pou eínai i aderfí mou." Greek. "Propter insufficientem tuum in ano est." Latin. "Wenn Sie mich entschuldigen, muss ich meine Schwester finden." German. "Need a translation since you're an idiot? Now listen here, bitch. You have no idea what you're talking about. You fucked up to the max this time. Now I have to find my sister because of your insignificant ass. If you'll excuse me, I have to find my sister." Ivy turned and rushed out of the house, jumping in the car and driving back to Elliott's apartment.