"𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗?"
IN WHICH, Hazel Hargreaves, a girl who spent her entire life being used for her special abilities gets sent to the 196...
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𝖧𝖠𝖹𝖤𝖫 𝖧𝖠𝖱𝖦𝖱𝖤𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖲
ALL MY LIFE, I NEVER expected my older brother- or brother to go ballistic. Viktor had always been left out as a child, that's why I always spent time with him. I would play hide and seek with him, make him feel included. I remember the day where all the children but Viktor got tattoos, I remember that night I grabbed a sharpie and drew the same tattoo of the umbrella on his wrist, seeing his smile made me feel like I helped someone feel better. And that was a nice feeling.
Most of the time, me spending time with Viktor got me in trouble and my siblings never understood why I hung out with him when he had no powers. I answered simply, "Powers aren't the only thing that makes us who we are" I don't know if they understand what I meant even today.
I was always the one who argued with my dad. I always felt abandoned by him. He always used us for experiments. He used us for our powers. It wasn't fair. Nobody understood that but me, Five, Klaus, and Diego.
Luther grew up as a daddy's boy. He gave our father everything yet he was left.
I always thought Viktor didn't have powers. And that was okay. But now I know that was all bullshit.
He was sucking the life out of me, draining me of my power. I felt useless. Powerless. I wanted to fight. But I was too weak. It was like he was sucking all my power out of me.
My siblings were besides me, flowing in the air beside me as I closed my eyes in pain.
Viktor handled so much power that he needed to control. He was unstoppable.
In that moment, I knew I was gonna die. And it wasn't as scary or as painful everyone assumed it would be. Yes, it was painful, but it wasn't the type of painful that scared me or made it all want to stop. It was peaceful.
As a child, I was never afraid of death. Maybe I should've been. I don't know. I always thought death was peaceful. Like the light at the end of the tunnel. I mean, it's not like you can avoid death, so why was everyone afraid of it?
I fell to the ground then, gasping for air as my ears rung. A bullet went off. I caught my breath when I felt someone wrap their arms around me. It was Five.
Five and me have gone through everything together. I still remember the day we traveled to the future together.
We were thirteen. Five was upset because he thought he was ready to time travel. Our father disagreed. He ran out. And me, wanting to fix everything, I followed.
