"On the first day of October, 1989, forty-three women around the world simultaneously gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women were pregnant when the day first began."
Brussels, Belgium
"Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and playboy adventurer, made it his personal mission to find and adopt as many of these children as possible."
Reginald Hargreeves purposefully walked down a row of apartments and knocked succinctly on number 122, where faint crying can be heard.
A tired looking grey haired man opened the door and let Reginald in. He cast a cursory look around the apartment. lying on the couch was a young girl, deep asleep. Next to her sat an old woman attempting to calm down an infant who laid strapped in a carrier basket with a formula bottle.
He turned back to the grandfather. he closed his eyes and looked down shamefully, before looking back at Reginald and nodding.
Reginald nodded and approached the infant, wrapped in a blue blanket. The woman hesited for only a second before handing him the carrier. Without a word, he left the apartment.
"He got eight of them."
30 years later, New York City
NUMBER SEVEN-Vanya
Vanya is a short woman with black hair. She's wearing a white sweater and jeans. starts playing 'phantom of the opera' on her apartment. It starts with a low, sad drawl, and 3gradually starts ascending.
the song reaches it's climax and ends with a dramatic downstroke. Later, she walks down the busy Manhattan streets, when her attention is caught by the words of a news caster in a windowsill
"-just in, police reports have confirmed that Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionare, has passed away."
She stood shellshocked.
"Dad..."
NUMBER ONE-Luther (SpaceBoy)
A giant of a man stumbles down a corridor, body framed with enormous muscles. He waters a small houseplant, before dawning a brown astronaut's suit.
Stepping outside of the trailer sized house, he gazes at the blue and green ball in the sky.
a beep from his wrist signals a message, alerting him to his father's death.
NUMBER TWO-Diego (The Bullseye)
A family sat hostage as the television played in the dimly lit living room, several armed men dawdling around the house.
Entering through an open window, diego, dressed in black tactical gear, sneaked across the home, silently knocking nearly half of the men out in the shadows.
Finally, one of the men noticed his presence and opened fire, but Diego evaded. Slipping behind a bookcase, he threw two knives at the men, making too collapse.
He moved like lightning, striking one man with a haymaker and kicking the other square in the chest. He tossed another punch to the first man, breaking his nose.
finally, the other three men noticed his presence and turned to shoot. Diego tossed 2 more knives, the first stabbing a robber in the soldier and the second knocking another man's gun out of his hands.
He sent a jab to the second, who staggered. a knife found it's way in his shoulder, knocking him unconsious.
he focused on the third man, delivering a roundhouse kick to his head, sending him both to the floor and to sleep. Finally, thd stabbed man seemed to come to his senses, and released a hail of gunfire straight at him.
Fortunately, Diego was faster. he rolled under a table and released one last knife, naling the man square in the chest. he fell on his right side.
Diego walked from his cover and pulled the two weapons from the man. "Your family is safe now." he said to the father of the terrified family. He conyinued yo gather his gear when the new of the television caught his attention.
NUMBER THREE-Allison (The Rumour)
Los Angeles
Allison stood on the velvet carpet, wearing a similiarly coloured dress. An army of reporters stood before her, camaras flashing.
Chelsea, her intern, whispered into her ear. Allison's winning smile morphed into shock. She turned back to the crowd,now seeming infinitly more daunting.
NUMBER FOUR-Klaus ( The Seánce)
Klaus took a deep gulp of air as he sprung to life. He giggled slightly and gave a high five to the exasperated EMT who looked utterly exhausted.
His attention was grabbed by the small tv that was tuned to the news.
NUMBER EIGHT-Pierre (The Winter)
Canadian Wilds.
The wind whipped outside the small warehouse, Howling like a pack of wolves. Sitting on a couch in the 'living room' -an elevated platform-, Pierre nipped at the bowl of spaghetti as he surfed through television channels.
Pierre had light brown hair and the faint shadow of a beard. His blue eyes gazed intently at the screen. He wore a fluffy blue jacket over a sweater, and thick pants.
He passed by an american news channel, but turned back almost instantly. The news made him lose his appetite, and he pushed the bowl onto the counter.
He turned around on the couch and gazed down at the small plane that stood proudly in the center of his home and sighed.
"Looks like we're flying out tomorrow."
THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY