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chapter iii- discovery

le lendemain- diane denoir, eduardo mateo

She had been there for a decade now. Her silent job. This day in particular was void of any particularly harrowing work, and Kyra spent most of the afternoon droning over her cup of coffee, twirling her spoon in the mug, watching the spiral shapes it made, wondering, as she often did, about her sisters. 

But that night was different.

It started like any other dream that delivered a prophecy to her. Reaching, tunneling, gnawing and blank until colors and visions appeared.

The smell of marble flooring, though barely intrusive or distinct, filled Kyra’s nostrils. It was a Commission hallway, and someone was making their way down the corridor. 

He had come to deliver a message, the man she was looking at. Or to change one.

He was middle aged, maybe a touch past that. Short and cropped hair. Dressed with a full navy suit and unamused face that held haunted eyes.

Number Five turned left to enter the room where mission slips were typed up and sent out to agents.

As he searched the room, Kyra thought to herself that although Five was well known around the Commission due to the execution of his work, she had never really run into him. Or spoken to him. But she remembered what she had thought the moment his name began to circulate around the office.

So Five is his name? Like the number?

Like us?

No one referred to Kyra by her number anymore, of course. But his title remained. She had been meaning to speak to him at some point, but he was always out and away, as if he was restless. 

It was as if being inside the Commission made him uncomfortable. 

Five was dismantling a tube. Removing the slip of paper inside. It read:

“GHANA: 1989 OBJECTIVE: REMOVE AGENT TANO FROM PREMISES.  ASSIGNED: MR. FIVE (NUMBER FIVE) & AGENT DOLLY(DIANA) PROPERTY OF THE COMMISSION”

Kyra’s blood ran cold. Her sister’s name, typed out clear as day on the paper Number Five was holding. 

Was it a coincidence?

No. Of course it isn’t.

She was being whispered to. Secrets were revealing themselves the further the dream went on, and the truth was crawling out of hiding.

 Five rubbed his thumb against the piece of paper, and then…crumpled it up, put it in his mouth, and ate it.

If Kyra had been there in person, she would have shrugged her shoulders.

That’s one way to get rid of evidence. 

He then sat down at the Switchboard, on a clear area with a typewriter and began writing a new message.

Kyra switched her perspective. I have to see through Five’s eyes.

Now in a new body, she pulled the small slip of paper she (Five) had just typed out.

“GHANA: 1989 OBJECTIVE: REMOVE AGENT TANO FROM PREMISES.  ASSIGNED: MR. FIVE (NUMBER FIVE) PROPERTY OF THE COMMISSION”

He had erased her name.

The Commission had erased her from Kyra’s life. 

Diana was here. At the Commission. Close all along. Kyra felt her heart fall to her feet as she let her consciousness slip out of Five’s body to watch from the shadows again.

So she’s an agent here? Under who? And where does she stay? And how long has she been here?

Most importantly…

How did I miss this?

Kyra’s flurry of questions in her turmoil quieted as one feeling came to dominate the rest.

Anger.

Why did they do this?

She had been suspicious from the beginning. They were hiding something from her. She knew that. But now Kyra knew exactly what she had been absent from.

I’ve been sitting around for ten years for absolutely nothing.

It didn’t matter that she had grown immense strength in her powers. That her sight had gotten better. That she had an intimate knowledge of various aspects of the world’s future. It meant nothing because the point of learning all those things was to get back to her sisters.

 And Diana had been right outside the door all along. 

Kyra raised her right index finger and pressed it to her forehead in the space right between her eyebrows. She squeezed her eyes shut, the line between reality and dream now blurred. 

And with that, Kyra forced herself awake.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Her day at the Commission the next morning felt a little different. 

Obviously. 

She went to the cafeteria in the afternoon, to clear her head. It was there that she spotted Five. 

He was briskly walking past the line that was forming by the kitchen, uninterested in lunch. He was coming towards Kyra, looking deep in 

thought. 

Before she knew what she was doing, Kyra was speed walking toward him. 

I just need a quick brush. One second of contact. 

She bumped into Five, clipping him right on the shoulder with hers. 

What haunts you, Number Five?

Sound rang in her ears first.

Fire burning. Ash and smoke. 

And then the flashes came quick. It was different people. About five of them. Laying dead among debris and gravel, the skies doomed with a haze of apocalyptic fog.

Kyra came to as she stepped back, about to apologize for accidentally bumping into the man. He cut her off.

“Watch where you’re going.”

And then he was gone. 

Kyra watched him go. Nobody noticed. 

That… was the Umbrella Academy. 

That time, ten years ago in the lab, when she had dreamed of the place… of those people… there was one boy whose name was not revealed to her. 

Because he didn’t have one. 

Number Five, the only man working at the Commission with a number for a name. 

That’s him.

The images of the dead laying in the apocalypse flashed through Kyra’s mind. They were all together, in the same place. That’s his family.

Someone’s finger tapped on Kyra’s shoulder, breaking her train of thought.

The finger belonged to a man with a tense look on his face, like his consciousness was hiding underground. 

“Agent Linkin?” Kyra asked.

“Hey, Seer.” He grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her around a corner briskly. 

“I need to talk to you about something.” He continued. “We don’t have much time, so I’m just going to come out and say it.”

Kyra’s eyebrow arched. “...Is everything alright with you?”

He sighed, looking to his right, then his left.

“Frankly, I’m a little pissed at the Handler right now. That’s the only reason I’m telling you this.”

“Okay. So tell me.”

Maybe there was a trace of sympathy in his eyes as he let out his next words. 

“Your sister is being kept prisoner here at the Commission. Thirteen.”

…

What?

“That’s all I can give you. Do with that what you will. Goodbye, Seer.”

Before Kyra could stop him, Linkin turned on his heel and briskly went back to where he came from.

Kyra’s head started pounding. A multitude of voices seemed to whisper in her ears, screaming.

Prisoner? Thirteen? 

Panic swam up into her throat.

All my sisters are here?