Immortal [The Umbrella Academy]

C H 1

A good portion of this is set up for five to arrive, so next chapter five should be included.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me" Complained a teen, watching a TV through a store window.

"Moments ago, police reported the death of the most eccentric and reclusive billionaire." Announced the Newsman. Breaking news flashed across the screen as it read 'SIR REGINALD HARGREEVES PRONOUNCED DEAD EARLIER TODAY'.

The teen rubbed her forehead lost in thought. "This dumb bitch. . ." She began.

"Young miss, is there something wrong? Are you lost?" Questioned a middle-aged lady, a child in her arms.

"No ma'am, just out for a stroll." She explained. "Thank you. If you don't mind, I'll be on my way." The teen made her way around the mother and continued down the road.

She pulled out her phone and called her landlord's number. There were 5 missed calls so she assumed something was wrong.

"Hello?" An old woman answered.

"Yes, Ms. Rose? You called, I just wanted to check to see if something was wrong."

"Oh dear. Ms. Iris, I can't find my car keys. Do you have any idea where they could be?" The woman asked.

"Have you checked the table near your door? You seem to leave them there a lot." Iris guessed.

After a moment of silence accompanied by the occasional 'whoop' as the woman made her way through the house.

"Oh, you found them, dear! Thank you!" She praised.

"I should get back tonight, my. . . Job is keeping me late." Iris lied. She was actually going to see if the old man was really dead. "Stay safe." She added.

"Why of course, dear. You too. Buh-bye"

"Bye." Iris dropped her phone into her pocket and looked up to see a man in front of her. A knife pointed in her direction.

"Give me all your money." The man said, shakey. He was desperate, unstable.

Iris lifted her arms, one slowly moving towards her purse. She watched as the man relaxed and that's when she moved. She disarmed the man and knocked him to the ground.

"Don't mug if you're not even prepared for someone to fight back." Iris scolded. She gave a half salute as she shifted around the man, "See ya."

She ran her fingers through her messy hair. She looked to the street signs and realized she reached her destination.

The building loomed over her as she decided the best way in. She found an alleyway with a fire escape. Perfect. She began to scale the stairs, looking through each window. She finally found his. It was clean, besides his bed which had the slight indent of where he once laid.

"Not here. . ." She concluded.

Scaling down the building she noticed a man, short hair and wearing. . . "Is he wearing skin-tight leather?" She said, unknowingly out loud. The man turned to her and threw a knife. It shattered the glass of the window and nearly nailed her in the head.

"Hey bud, can you not." Iris pleaded jumping down the fire escape. She heard the light footsteps of the man behind her as they quickened.

"What were you doing on the building?" He questioned, quickly catching up. She looked below her, a three-story fall.

"Research." She simply replied.

"Did you kill him? You must have." He continued as Iris jumped over the edge and continued to run.