Only go so far 'til you bury them
So deep and down we go
Touched by angels, though I fall out of grace
I did it all so maybe I'd live this every day

Kraken moved quickly through the trees, pushing his way through the branches. It wasn't getting away from him. Even though all of its comrades had been killed didn't mean that it wasn't still dangerous. His knife throw had narrowly missed it earlier. It was lucky to still be functioning.

The first time he saw it he thought that it was a garbage can. He'd surmised that it was one of those new ones that some idiot had graffitied. Kraken had fond memories of busting graffitiers when he was younger. But then he'd heard shufflings like it was moving. So he'd taken a closer look. Kraken had very nearly gotten his head blown off for doing so.

He'd pursued it far out of the city limits. It made him wonder where exactly it was running to. The Terminaut kept flying as fast as possible, trying to get away from him. But Kraken was the master of pursuit. He could do this all night if he wanted to, despite the fact that he really didn't want to. Winter in the city sucked. Once he'd seen the soles of people's shoes freeze to the pavement while they waited for the bus

The Terminaut shot a laser blast at him. Kraken dropped to the ground to avoid it. He heard a tree fizzle then explode behind him. He didn't want to get injured either. Vanya would get angry again. Her stitches from the last time he came back bleeding weren't even ready to come out yet.

For some reason she thought the amount of injuries he got on the job were ridiculous. Kraken had tried to argue that he'd picked bullets out of his own shoulder before and that the recent 'injuries' as she called them were scratches. This had aggravated her to almost no end and sparked an argument about him trying not to get himself killed.

It was getting harder and harder to see. The Terminaut was artfully trying to use the branches to conceal itself. Kraken had tried to call for Space or someone else to see if they could head it off, but his communicator was broken. God, he had actually wanted backup. Things really were changing.

Kraken was snapped out of his musings as the Terminaut fired again. He needed to stop getting distracted. Night wasn't the best time for visual confirmation and that night was particularly black. He wanted the damned thing to slow down so he could kill it already. The chase was starting to piss him off.

The Terminaut paused in front of a cave. It fired at him, missed, and then ducked inside it. Oh, it wasn't getting rid of him that easily. He followed it in and the darkness swallowed him. He could only vaguely see the lights on the Terminaut far ahead of him. Kraken took another few steps before the whole area lit up in a blinding white light.

Instinctively one hand covered his eyes and the other went to the knife still in its sheath. His first thought was that it was a trap. Indeed it would seem that way. He tensed, hand on knife waiting for some sort of attack. Kraken's eye took in the whole room, even though there wasn't much to see. There were just pure white walls which extended endlessly in either direction. Kraken blinked once and the room changed to an inky blue.

Unhurriedly he blinked again. The room stayed the same color this time. Quietly he unsheathed his knife. Whoever it was was going to pay for screwing with him. They'd get a face full of sharp metal. As it had often been remarked Kraken was one to stab first and ask questions later.

So to say he was surprised when Vanya stepped out of the shadows was an understatement. Vanya was just like she'd been at the Icarus Theater. More importantly she had that same crazy look in her eyes. The smile that crossed her lips was a truly terrifying one.

"Vanya," he said slowly looking around as if that would somehow give him an answer to what was really going on.

".02," she replied brightly.

The number grated in his head like fingernails down a chalk board. The fact that it was coming from Vanya of all people made it even more disconcerting.

"What are you doing here?" he said, trying to keep his voice low.

When the bastard who was behind this showed himself things would get messy fast. He tried to think about the last time he had seen Vanya, going across the compound. No way was she fast enough to get here before him. The realization must've showed on his face. On seeing it she grinned wider and took another step towards him.

"I think you know the answer to that question."

"I really don't think I do."

"Well, if you really don't then maybe you should ask father," she shrugged.

"What-" he started to say.

Sir Reginald Hargreeves stepped out and joined his adopted daughter.

"This isn't happening," Kraken said.

"Mind you manners," Hargreeves said coolly, "And it is most certainly happening."

"Even if you are alive then what the fuck are you doing here?" snarled Kraken.

"Mind your language. I didn't raise you to be mouthy."

"You didn't raise me at all!" he snapped.

"Oh .02," Vanya said condescendingly, "It should be perfectly obvious. We're here for exactly the same reason the whole family's here."

Looking around Kraken managed to make out the forms of the rest of the Umbrella Academy. All of them wore Vanya's insane grin. Everything around him seemed like one of his old nightmares only more vivid. There was nothing in around him that was possible. He was about to say so when a memory flicked a dim card. The place where nightmares became real. His face turned pale and he whispered;

"Where am I?"

Sighing Vanya walked up to him and traced an invisible line on his face with her finger. It was a motion very reminiscent of her with one exception. Where her finger touched his skin it made a deep cut and blood poured forth. He winced at the sudden pain. Then she leaned closer until he could feel her breath on his ear and whispered;

"I think you know exactly where you are."