SOCIOPATH | Five Hargreeves

XIV •~-~• A Power To Kill

S1E10 - THE WHITE VIOLIN

ANGEL SAT IN the common room reading a book. She had been reading it before Reginald died, but she hadn't had the time to read in almost a week. To entertain herself, Angel would ask Grace to bring her a book every other week when she remained in her room — there wasn't much else to do. She cleaned her room occasionally, however, it never got really dirty. She took up painting and asked Grace to bring her some supplies, but she wasn't good at it. Then, she tried pottery but ended up splattering clay on the walls, and even the ceiling. There were too many hobbies that she'd tried and failed. She felt as if she was good at nothing. So she read up on how to pick up a hobby, and she failed at that too.

The house shook underneath her, forcing her glass of water to fall over and shatter to the ground. She slammed her book shut and stood up, looking around the room. Rumbling filled her ears, explosions panged in her chest, and rocks rained from the ceiling. A loud ringing in her ears sent a sharp pain through her. She fell to her knees in agony, grunting in pain. Her vision blurred, and she fell to her hands and knees. Noises boomed in her ear as dust clouded her vision and seeped into her lungs. Feet appeared in front of her, like a grim reaper. She groaned in pain when a hand tugged her hair up, lifting her off the ground. Vanya? Vanya stared blankly at her. Her eyes were a bright white, her face soft and relaxed.

Vanya held a staring contest with Angel, staring into her, now, bright red eyes as she struggled to breathe. The room around them shook, and Angel couldn't look away from her. She felt some sort of pulse radiate through her that she wasn't sure of. Vanya tilted her head, taking the breath away from Angel. The girl gasped for air as Vanya dropped her from her clutches. Angel's vision began to whiten, as her eyes paled in color.

"V-" she wheezed, "Vanya,"

Angel dropped to her knees, clutching her throat. She braced herself with her arm as she stared up at her sister. She'd never seen Vanya like this before. What was wrong with her and why was she destroying the house and killing her? Angel wheezed until she couldn't breathe anymore.

"Miss. Vanya," a voice shouted.

Angel began to cough, finally getting oxygen into her lungs. Her throat throbbed in pain as her vision came back to normal. The house no longer shook or crumbled. Rocks and dust no longer flew through the air. Angel couldn't make out who it was that spoke, she just knew that they saved her.

"That's quite enough," the voice said, "Miss. Vanya, I understand how upset you are."

Vanya slowly inched her way toward the person who spoke. Angel used all her strength to peek up at her and watch her. Pogo was holding her gaze, noticing Angel, he glanced at her and nodded toward the exit of the common room.

"I can assure you," Pogo continued, "That none of your siblings bear any responsibility for what happened to you as a child."

Vanya paused, "Did you know?"

Pogo hesitated, "Your father discovered that you were capable of great things. Much like your brothers and sisters. But your powers were... too great."

Vanya stared at the chimp in betrayal. Angel slowly hobbled her way over to the door.

"He only wanted to protect you from yourself. As well as your siblings,"

Pogo glanced up to Allison and Luther, who made their way across the balcony upstairs, before he turned to Angel who peered at him sadly, knowing he most likely wasn't going to make it out of there alive.

"Did..." Vanya started, "You know?"

Pogo clicked his tongue and nodded his head. "Yes, Miss. Vanya. I knew,"