Violet rarely speaks, so when you find yourself hearing her voice, you either cherish it or start running.
Being a selective mute who's power is to disappear, Violet Hargreeves hasn't aged ever since Five's powers kicked back at her for trying to st...
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When Violet Hargreeves fell from the sky and landed on the concrete of a random alleyway, her exhausted and drained body flared with pain as she stumbled onto her knees and promptly collapsed onto her side.
Dazed, she didn't actually move for a long time afterwards. It weighed her down.
The feeling like someone jabbing a knife into her chest made her rub the sore spot where her scar sat, eyes closed tightly as every deep breath made it seem like her ribs would cave in. Her head pounced with each beat of her heart and after a minute or so, her eyes blearily scanned her surroundings, hand trembling as she fought to push herself into a sitting position.
Cold rain began to pour from above and she looked up at the sky again, wondering if the portal would open itself and spew out anyone else.
She convinced herself it would. That she wouldn't be alone.
She couldnt be, not again.
But as she sat there, slowly letting the rain seeping into her clothes, her hopes washed away and the dread settled in.
It took a lot of effort to stand, and her knees wobbled when she did. With wavering lips she looked left and right, spinning in a slow circle, still rubbing the spot in the middle of her chest.
"Five?" She managed to call out quietly, voice cracking.
She was alone.
She tried to convince herself to call out again but the names all died before they could make it past her lips.
She brushed the dirt from her favourite sweater and rubbed her grazed elbow, wiping the blood that transferred onto her hand on the dark parts of her top with a hiss.
It stung, but pain was pain - something she was sorely used to feeling more often than not, and she had been dealt a lot of it over the past week - so much so that it numbed the sting.
It did not, however, numb the despair at being utterly on her own in a place she didnt recognise, in the middle of the night.
Violet tried walking and the moment she looked out at the street, she paused. Everything looked so dated, all neon signs and funky posters hanging in shop windows, older model cars parked in spaces outside of bars where 'no smoking' signs didnt seem to exist.
Violet hugged herself and began wandering down the road, unable to cloak herself through her exhaustion.
She couldn't even comprehend the thought of verbally asking someone where she was, so walked and kept doing so until her feet felt like they were going to give out and she found a newspaper stand outside of a convenience store.
Everyone that had passed her appeared to be dressed strangely - men in suits and hats and women in knee length dresses - it reminded Violet of mom, and that thought alone dampened her mood worse.
She plucked a newspaper up with frigid fingers, scanning the front page.
Her eyes widened at the date.
December twelfth, nineteen sixty two.
Her stomach dropped. She glanced over her shoulder as some teens walked past in a group, laughing and shoving eachother, a girl in a polka dot dress and coiled hair hugging the arm of a boy smoking and grinning.
Everything was beginning to make sense, but none of the new information could quell her racing heart or clammy hands.
No wonder she was cold, it was winter.
Violet kept skimming through the paper, finding stories and reports from cities around Texas, most of them centering around Dallas.
She had no choice but to assume that was where she had landed.
She put a hand to her head and brushed some wet hair from her face, not sure what to do. She looked out at the street, only lit by neon signs from varied stores open this time of night and streetlamps, the light dancing off the wet concrete.
She didnt have anywhere to go, no one she knew. She was alone with no means of a solution, and it was the middle of the night.
Violet wanted to disappear. And yet, after all the ordeals she had gone through that week, her body wouldn't comply and her powers flickered weakly like a dying light.
So she continued walking.
Her head down, her arms wrapped around her torso for warmth, she avoided people as much as she could. Especially the rowdy drunks and teenagers coming from the bars and clubs that seemed rife this time of night.
Eventually, Violet came across a children's play park and headed towards it, looking up at the little playhouse atop the slide. It was rooved and had a railing above the half walls where kids could lean out and wave to their friends, but not risk falling out and hurting themselves.
She heaved a tired sigh and climbed the ladder, the steps far too close together for her teenage self despite how small she was.
Her light headedness and body feeling like lead was a sign that she couldn't keep going, and this was the only option she had. So she ducked inside the cramped, colourful walls and sat herself down.
She was beginning to feel light headed from the pain of walking. There was an opening to her left that she had crawled through, situated above the ladder, and the other was circular and led to the slide on the opposite wall.
It was all painted colourfully green with yellow and black bumblebees and orange dots.
Violet curled up in the corner, resting her head to the side as the rain continued to lash against the poorly built wooden roof above her.
Occasionally, a drop would fall on her folded arm as she stared out into space, in a trance.
She didnt want to fall asleep outside, much less not knowing what type of people were about, and kept pinching herself to wake herself up.
Her body was exhausted, yes, but her anxieties and worries were keeping her mind alert and she wanted nothing more than the familiarity of being wrapped in Five's arms that moment.
But that wasn't going to happen.
Eventually, her body couldn't take it and she fell into an uneasy sleep with her hands tucked into her sleeves, clutching the fabric of the only thing she had with a semblance of familiarity to her life, the only comfort she had left.
