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 awoke, her body screamed at her; stiff from leaning against wood and shivering uncontrollably, despite the sun beginning to break through some pale grey clouds as it rose above the city.
Much to her annoyance, the birds seemed to congregate in the trees around the park, the incessant noise grating on her mind. As she listened to the sound of people leaving their homes and starting their car engines, she finally dragged herself up from her curled up position to leave.
Her clothes were damp in parts and dry in others, her hair still holding moisture from the rainfall. Her hands and feet were like ice and when she tried climbing down (after checking no one was walking by to see her), she nearly stumbled.
A childlike part of her had considered taking the slide to get down, but that too was slick with rainwater with dead leaves piled at the bottom. Reality quickly washed away her lighthearted imagination.
Her legs were numb and stiff and it took a while for them to feel even remotely normal again as she left the park, hugging herself around the midsection once more with a solemn expression on her downwards tilted face.
She was left wandering the streets again with no where to go, and her body was so weak it couldn't fight off the constant shivers. Despite her powers, she was still struggling to heal entirely from being shot in the chest - but that's what she got for dying, she supposed.
In the past, it had been somewhat quicker. But even Reginald had eventually figured out that damage to her heart or brain slowed the healing process down drastically.
At some point she spotted an alley down between two blocks of apartments and snuck down there in an attempt to test her powers out of view of anyone walking by.
When she tried, the fingers of her right hand faded and flickered but returned to solid matter after a few seconds. Her head lifted at any little sound and she kept checking over her shoulder as she tried again.
But still, her body would not comply.
Her hands went from invisible, to a misty grey, to solid, like tv static fading in and out.
Her fists clenched as she rested her forehead against the wall, eyes closed in exasperation. All that went through her mind were swears and curses.
Violet became overwhelmed with it all after a while and took heavy breaths to calm herself, pressing her sharp knuckles into her temples.
She was in an unfamiliar place, in an unfamiliar decade, all alone. There was no comfort in familiarity, no comfort in knowing where to go or what to do. She had no family, no idea why she was where she was, or what to do now she was out of home.
The urge to cry nestled at the back of her throat but she did well to swallow it down.
Over some time, without knowing what to do with herself, she went back to that alleyway or park at night filled with false hope that would deflate as quickly as a needle striking a balloon, and she would continue to do so to practice recovering her powers or until her body gave out from pure exhaustion.
