Is this real? (Five Hargreeves)

Chapter 2 'Ages'

Ages.

It had been ages since Lila had left.

It had been..what? 11 months? Stellar wasn't exactly sure. That was her guess.

All she actually knew was this:

Lila had left a day after their conversation in the training room.

Stellar had been thrown back into her confinement chamber a day after that.

She was supposed to be tracing futures and pasts and checking to make sure that Lila was alright.

Lila was alive.

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(quick note: while this particular scene is happening, just assume that Five and Lila are having their fight (yk the bad guy one))

Stellar had had enough. 

She was getting out of here.

Her head ached and her eyes were sore, her limbs stiff from not being able to get proper exercise for almost a year. She was significantly skinnier, as she was only given food when people remembered she was in the confinement room. 

Her powers had been exhausted from using them and tracing futures every day, and she knew that her eyes no longer possessed that spark of life and fire that they usually had. 

Stellar looked around the familiar chamber. The walls were made of translucent glass, but the panels weren't clear enough that she could see through them. There was almost nothing in the room. The floor was a pure white colour, made from cold marble. In one corner was a blanket and pillow and in another was a small closed off area which Stellar could use for her personal hygiene.

Finally, in the middle of the room was a single, slightly elevated wooden platform - really, it was no more than a couple centimetres off the floor, where Stellar sat for multiple hours a day, her hands and eyes glowing purple, her head pounding with visions.

She felt fatigued and worn out, but then again, she felt strangely energised at the thought of finally leaving. She wanted to go out and run through the hallways. She wanted to go to 1963.

She wanted to find her sister.

So, that was exactly what she was going to do.

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"Come on!" Stellar growled in frustration. Her hand was glowing that familiar purple, but she was so tired from using all her energy to channel her visions that she could barely produce the usual purple and golden wisps of illusion that always appeared to create the form of whatever she wanted. Stellar closed her eyes, feeling a lump in her throat and tears spiking her eyes and choked back a sob. She couldn't give up now. She couldn't stay in this room another second. Her body surged with newfound determination and fire, and when her eyes opened again, they were glowing the most vibrant shade of violet. Her hands glowed brighter, and the illusion of a giant metal hammer appeared in her hand. 

Stellar's arm shook with effort as she channeled the last of her energy into this illusion, struggling and groaning as she tried to make it solid. Finally, she felt the weight of a real hammer suddenly form in her palm. Stellar squealed in excitement and triumph, but the illusion faded in and out, dangerously teetering on the edge of real and illusion. She only had a minute at most. Stellar gripped the heavy metal weapon tightly in her hand and swung at the wretched glass walls. A giant crack appeared as a deafening bang filled her ears. Stellar whimpered, her ears not having been exposed to any sounds besides her own soft voice in months, but she heaved one, twice more, and the glass shattered, little shards falling down to the ground with a tinkling sound in slow motion like snow.

Stella dropped the hammer and it faded away, the purple and golden sparkles from the original illusion returning and absorbing back into her hand. She quickly ran, knowing that at least two people were on their way to check what had happened and she was not in the right state to be fighting anyone. She winced as the shards of glass stabbed at her bare feet, blood spilling from the small cuts that they left. Stellar stumbled as she ran for the first time in around a year, but her legs quickly picked up the pace, and she sped through the hallways of the Commission, exhausted and weak but free.

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Stellar ran to the room that her and Lila shared, eager to change out of the clothes that she had been wearing for at least 11 fucking months. Stellar slammed the door shut and sighed. She had time, but she still needed to move quickly if she wanted to get to 1963. Stellar quickly pulled off her clothes (a white shirt, black jacket and blue jeans) and put on fresh clothes with a sigh of relief (green T shirt, black flared leggings and black jacket(feel free to change the clothes btw)). She moved on to her feet, inspecting the cuts. They were bleeding quite a lot, but the cuts weren't deep. She quickly pressed some rubbing alcohol onto them, inhaling sharply as the cuts stung with newfound pain, and bandaged them up. She pulled on some socks and black boots.

Stellar ran along the halls again, her feet screaming in protest, but she couldn't stop. Although she should have been tired from using her powers, she had never felt more alive and energised. She didn't know where the people looking for her would be, but she needed to move fast if she wanted to find Lila. She ran to the second room where the briefcases were stored (idk if there are two but five very kindly exploded a room so im adding two) and noticed a person guarding the room with a gun. Stellar exhaled fiercely in frustration. She created a quick illusion of a random recruit asking the guard where to find the bathrooms, but unfortunately for her, the guard didn't move and simply pointed the illusion in the direction. Stella groaned in exasperation and made the illusion thank the guard before immediately evaporating it as soon as it rounded the corner. 

She really didn't want to have to do this, but she didn't have time to think of another plan, and she couldn't risk the guard recognising her, knowing where she should be and flagging her location. She created an illusion of a metal bat and closed her eyes, waiting for the cold metal to appear in her hand, solid for a few minutes. with her other hand glowing purple, she created an illusion around her, making her blend into her surroundings. With silent, soft steps, she crept up on the guard and behind him. She waited, not taking a breath before silently apologising as she swung the bat down harshly on his head. The guard thumped to the ground, unconscious. 

Stellar winced as his body hit the ground, but she had no time. Both hands glowing purple, she dissolved both illusions into the familiar purple and golden sparkles and summoned them back into her hands. She sprinted into the room and grabbed a briefcase, the polished black leather smooth under her hand. She entered the date. She had no idea how long it had been, but she'd just have to guess. She remembered that at least three weeks ago she had thought it had been 11 months. 

Stellar tried to activate her visions, but she was so drained from trying for hours a day for months that she could barely do it. 

Come on! She thought desperately. Where is Lila?

Suddenly, Stellar felt that familiar rush and sharp pain in her head that always came before a vision. Her head shot backwards, her gaze facing the roof as her eyes glowed a deep, rich purple.

She saw a glimpse of what looked like Dallas, and a...paint factory? Some dark place with tables. There! Nu-Shol Paints Mfo & Co. (is that what it said idk but oh well)

She'd just have to go off of that. Stellar entered in a date, the place her vision hopefully showed her that Lila was and let the blue light from the briefcase surround her, sucking her into a time travelling warp that would take her to November of 1963.

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A/N

i just realised that theres like no talking at all in this chapter

anyway

stellar and five will (unofficially) meet next chapter

the reason that i keep saying that they kind of meet is because they dont really explicitly interact but yk

hope you enjoyed!