


Extra Ordinary

by Pisti



Category: Umbrella Academy
Genre: Family
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2009-02-28
Updated: 2009-02-28
Packaged: 2013-08-08 20:23:01
Rating: K+
Chapters: 1
Words: 499
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4892402/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1787359/Pisti
Summary: A look at some parts of the Umbrella Academy from Vanya's point of view... Please R&R!





	Extra Ordinary

**I bought the Umbrella Academy a couple of weeks ago and have already read it a stupid amount of times... I just felt like doing a fic about it. It's just a few parts of the comic from the perspective of Vanya... It's not great and pretty short, but I've tried to keep to the storylines and only make up the bits that the comic had missed. Hope you enjoy.**

**Vanya POV**

My whole life I'd been rejected and hated by my brothers, my sister, my father. Even the Kraken had eventually turned his back on me, drawn to a life of crime-fighting. I didn't blame him; who wants to be dragged down by their crazy, violin-playing sister? I was worthless.

My father had sent me away to Paris as a rebellious teenager, so I could focus on playing the violin. I'd stayed there for nearly thirteen years, but now I was back where I'd grown up, renting an apartment near the centre of town. It all seemed so pointless now; I'd never even shown up to any of my lessons. I was determined to find something useful that I was capable of doing.

It all started spiralling out of control a couple of months after I'd returned from Paris. I was sound asleep in the early hours of the morning when my phone began to ring. Groaning, I dragged myself out of bed and over to the phone.

"Hello?" I asked, trying not to sound sleepy.

"You know your father is dead, right?" A deep voice came from the other end of the line.

"Who is this?" I asked, confused.

"I supposed I didn't expect you to be broken up..." The voice said. "You wrote a lot of nasty things about your family in that book of yours."

True. I had written a lot of crap about them in my book, _Extra Ordinary: My Life As Number 7_. But it was all totally justified, and totally true.

"_What do you want?_" I hissed.

"I'm conducting a suite – the first of its kind. It appears my chair for first violin has been rendered... vacant. I'd like you to audition," The low voice continued.

"And _why_ would I do that?" I asked irritably, peering between the blinds.

"Revenge."

There was a pause. I waited, confused.

"Be at the Icarus Theatre at noon tomorrow." There was a click as the person on the other end put the phone down.

I paced up and down my room. Could Hargreeves really be dead? What did the guy mean by _revenge_? Did I want revenge?

I hadn't played my violin in twelve years. Could I get the part? One day I had to accept that my violin playing was the one thing about me that was _extraordinary_.

I sighed and went to my wardrobe, picking out a skirt suit. One audition couldn't hurt.

**Thanks for reading! Hope you**


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