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It was us you needed protection from

A long time ago longer now than it seems. When my mother or at least my father's lover was still alive. She laid in bed and my father came in holding a case. My mother called him dapper. Such an old word. He felt to dress up for the special occasion. In his hands was a violin. And in a box along side the violin a beautiful black and silver microphone. I didn't realize you were up for playing it. She said. And you don't sing. She said again. I don't you are correct. But I have the items in which you requested. She asked him to take said items with him. Along with some of my blood and my DNA. She handed him vials of said items. He knew she wanted nothing more than a child but could not bare one. He'd asked her what kind she wanted. She said she wanted a daughter. And what would you call her? He asked her. Her name would be Farrah. Can I ask why? It means celebration. A child is something worth celebrating in other languages it means faith and happiness and we need more of that in the world. Things worth celebrating more faith more happiness more joy.

No my love. He was said that she was giving up but wrote everything was written down in his journal or I wouldn't had known I'd a name at all. Or how I was born or otherwise made. My mother lay in bed ill. He didn't want her to give up. Please someone who will love it as much as me. She pleaded with him. Both of them. Maybe to our daughter. Make one for me Reggie please. She begged him again. I can't leave you there must be another way he said to her as he leaned into her. You will have your daughter. She will be yours you'll see. She will be all that you love and all that you ever wanted in life. And all that you have lost. She will be powerful and young and healthy and live forever. Beautiful and talented. There must be another way. There isn't she told him. I will die here. But I will live within our daughter. Through my DNA and blood and yours. Make her in however way you want her to be.

Again she said I will die here. But then she said but you won't I won't allow it. She caressed his face. The world needs you Reggie our daughter will need you. The world will need you both. And then she told him to go as he picked up her hand and kissed it. What turned him into a cruel heartless man? Look at that Tin Man you do have a heart! He set said items down on a table picked up a jar that had orange light and walked to somewhere something that looked liked a painting or a window where what looked liked war was happening right outside of the window as he let the light out like they were fireflies. There were rockets going off in the sky along with these things that looked like fireflies. There wasn't the same color of things that we were used to. Not exactly black and white though. More like old pictures color. The people in charge were asking for people's names and my father had luggage with him. Probably also the stuff my mother gave him. He didn't have a monocle and he had a smile and top hat. He walked through the crowd there was a place that said something about umbrellas. And then he put the monocle on.

He turned and saw the building it read for sale on it. He walked inside put his stuff down on the ground and opened up his umbrella. Flash to today. The sky was dark there were lights flashing the building was now at least twice its size. You know those lights flickering I was just talking about? It was us. More precisely Vanya when our eyes turned white and her past self convinced her to become like evil or whatever you wanna call it. And the crash of the wall falling down to let her out. Inside the rest of us everyone wanted to know where the noise had come from. Pogo knew right away that it was us. That it had been more specifically Vanya since my room doesn't make noise like that. He told them they had to get to get to safety outside of TUA. Don't forget mom. Luther turned to Diego and Klaus. As they ran off. The house rumbled and shook and things were exploding as Vanya Steve and I road up in the elevator away from our prison cells. And along side of us ghosts of our growing selves. Younger us. Young Vanya and young Farrah when we still had our powers and then the ones that were defenseless. But not anymore. There was still that high pitched whistling and the house was following apart as Luther was helping Allison. They were making their way upstairs. I used my powers to show Steve what we were seeing as we saw the past while looking into our siblings rooms. How they pushed us away and didn't want anything to do with us. Our pitied me.