A/N: There's only one more chapter after this, and probably only one more short story in this series. I just can't seem to stay away from the Umbrella Academy.

Now at midnight all the agents
And superhuman crew
Go out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do

"Look at all those pretty colors," said Séance as they saw Dr. Terminal's body explode on the monitors.

"She's cracked," sighed .05, "And if I put another bullet in her brain I doubt she'll be able to survive. Still, her or the world."

.05 produced a revolver from his pocket and gestured to the door. Rumor's hand came down firmly on his shoulder.

"I don't think we need to do that," she wrote.

"What do you suggest?" he said irritably.

Rumor started writing. Both of her brothers stared at her suggestion.

"You have got to be kidding," .05 said.

"It's plausible," Rumor scribbled down.

"I think it's a fantabulous suggestion," said Séance.

"You both need your heads checked," sneered .05, "And if your little plan doesn't work?"

Rumor shrugged as she wrote down her reply;

"Then shoot the bitch."

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Softly the White Violin traced Kraken's lips with her fingers.

"Shhh," she murmured softly, "Don't worry about anything."

"Don't do this," said Kraken.

"Do what?" she asked soothingly.

"You know what."

"Oh, destroy the world?" the White Violin looked thoughtful, "Perhaps I will and perhaps I won't. But the Umbrella Academy is going first either way. No muck-ups allowed."

"Don't be unreasonable Vanya," Spaceboy said.

The White Violin turned and stared at him before bursting out into laughter.

"You're asking me that big brother," she giggled, "Tell me, how did Allison like you ordering her around? It must've been pretty bad. Don't think I didn't notice all those looks she shot you during sign language drills. Great job Romeo."

"You're getting off subject," Spaceboy said coolly, though through clenched teeth.

"Am not," sang the White Violin, "She was probably looking for something more then a leader, wasn't she? You just don't know when to switch off. Well figure it out or you're going to die alone. Wait, too late for that!"

Using her thumb and forefinger the White Violin plucked a string. Spaceboy's table was blown into the wall, the force of the impact knocking him unconscious.

"Stop Vanya," Kraken said, looking at his brother out of the corner of his eye.

Frowning the White Violin placed her violin and bow down on one of the counters.

"Why?" she murmured, cradling his face with her hands, "I know you never liked him."

"While sometimes I think that it would be a good idea, killing him is a step too far," said Kraken, "Now just go back to normal. You don't have to do this."

"He's not dead yet, just a little hurt. As for going back to normal you're being preposterous. Why be extra ordinary when you can be extraordinary? It's so fun. And I can't go back Not by myself anyhow. Remember how I turned last time? Willing to shoot me in the head?"

Kraken closed his eyes and grimaced. The White Violin laughed.

"I didn't think so. Now I'm going to go and finish him. Then I'm going to find everyone else and do the same. After that I'll come back, okay?"

"Why not just kill me now and get it over with?" he snarled.

Shaking her head the White Violin leaned her head down and kissed him deeply. The shock on his face was apparent when she pulled away.

"Because I love you. And do you know what? You do too. We both know that you would see the world burn before hurting me. So no, I'm giving you a chance to live. Just don't try to stop me, alright?"

It was difficult for him to choke out the words;

"I won't just sit back and watch you destroy everything. I can't and won't."

The White Violin sighed, frustrated, and ran her hand through her hair.

"What is the matter with you?" she asked irritably, "You say you hate heroes yet you always try to be one. Look at you! When everyone else turned their back on it you continued! You only own the costume, no normal clothes. That's the only way you dress…ever! As for the world, it gave us a miserable lot. Why do you even care about a world as cruel as this one?"

Kraken didn't say a word as she leaned down, her lips only inches from his ear.

"Further more we both know that you wouldn't harm me. Icarus theater taught me that much. You've wanted what we have now for so many years. Why throw it all away?" she whispered.

She pulled away, obviously satisfied.

"Did I get anything wrong?"

For awhile there was silence. Then Kraken muttered;

"No."

Smiling the White Violin said;

"Care to take back what you said earlier?"

"No," he repeated.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" she yelled.

"I could say the same thing," replied Kraken, "Fact of the matter is you're not Vanya when you're like this. You said yourself that you're not normal. So it would hurt to kill something wearing her face, but that would be all."

An angry glare fixed itself in the White Violin's eyes. Furiously she picked up the Violin.

"Too bad Diego," she said, her fingers lighting on the strings, "Too bad."