Flawed by Design ↠ Stephen Strange

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"Mom?" A soft voice rang out, the sixteen year old girl's dark hair falling like a waterfall down her pale back. She looked around the dark home, her hand searching for a light switch so that the warm glow could once again fill the room. When her hand ran over the protruding lever, she switched it on.

A short scream escaped her lips as she saw the red stained walls. Her mother, her only living relative, was lying on the floor with her life blood oozing out of her. Violet could smell the gun smoke the hung in the air, and a stronger smell of chemicals inflamed her nostrils.

A rough, calloused hand grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him. "And who are you?" He questioned, his voice dripping with malice, a sick grin twisted on his features.

"V-Violet." She stuttered out, her eyes wide and her voice quaking in fear.

"Ah, Violet me and your mommy were having a nice little chat about some of her new compounds, and you just so happened to interrupt, now that's not very polite." His grip on her arm tightened, and he began to drag her across the room.

"I think you should be punished, after all how will you learn manners without being punished for misconduct?" He questioned, but she stayed silent, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes and raining down her cheeks.

As she saw him dragging her towards an area she was told never to enter, her mothers work space, she began to protest.

"Please!" She cried out. "No! Please don't!"

He payed the girl no mind, taking his time in picking out the perfect chemicals. She wasn't ready when he splashed them into her eyes. She let out a cry of agony, rubbing and blinking her eyes.

"It burns! It burns! Make it stop!" She cried, but the man was long gone.

It took much longer for the police to arrive, and once they did she was rushed to the hospital, but it was too late. Her lights had gone out, and they would never turn on again.

I quickly sat up in the bed, my heart pounding in my chest and my skin slick with sweat. I wiped at my brow, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I got ready for the day.

Dreams of the past seemed to always haunt my nights, and as I slipped on the familiar pair of glasses. The lenses are dark and I am told that you cannot see my eyes through then, though I am unsure if this is true. A quick search by my german shepherd find's the cane I has begun to search for, and the two of us leave the apartment.

The pavement was slick with rain, and provided to be a difficulty when trying to find a taxi. Accidentally bumping the leg of a stranger with the end of my cane, I muttered out a quick apology but they stopped me.

"Where are you going?" The masculine voice questioned, gripping onto my arm to steady me.

"I just need a taxi." I replied, keeping my voice quiet.

It was silent for a moment, I assumed he perhaps nodded before the grip returned to my arm.

"Here, I hope you find your way." He told me, helping me get both myself and my dog into the cab.

"Thank you." I spoke, but the door had already been shut.

"Where to miss?" The driver questioned.

"Oaks cemetery please." I replied, my hand drifting across the slightly damp fur of my pet.

Arriving at the cemetery took minimal time, and finding the way to my mothers grave had become a familiar trek so I didn't loose my way. I always visit my mom, I had every week for the past ten years at least.

"I miss you mom." I mumbled, letting my hand touching the wet headstone. "I miss you everyday."

"Excuse me?" Someone called out, and my head swiveled towards their voice. "I'm sorry if this sounds insensitive, but are you blind?" The voice sounded much closer, and I nodded my head in the direction of their voice.

"I know this is strange, but please trust me. I know a place where you can get your sight back-" A scoff rang from my mouth at what they said.

Pulling myself up from my knees, I crossed my arms. "Don't lie to me. My blindness is permanent, no cure. I had plenty of doctors tell me so."

"I was paralyzed, and doctors told me the exact same thing, I would never walk again. Guess what, I'm not in a wheelchair." He told me, and with no interruptions he continued. "Kamar-Taj, in Nepal, that's where you want to go."

"Why?" I questioned, my voice ringing out and hanging in the air.

"I was saved, why should I leave someone out there who could be saved as well." He replied, and I arched my brow at him, his voice slowly sounding further and further away.

"What will they do?" I asked, running a hand through my long black hair.

"Let's just say they'll open you eyes." He answered, and it was the last thing I heard from him.

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That's how I got here, wandering the streets of some strange land asking by passers of Kamar-Taj.

"No." They all seemed to reply, and a sigh left my mouth. All I had was the clothes on my back, the cane in my hand and the glasses on my face. I had to sell my poor dog, but it wasn't fit for this environment.

"Kamar-Taj?" I called out once again, and I was greeted with the familiar reply.

I soon felt as if I should have kept my beloved dog as I continued to wander, but felt the presence of men surrounding me.

"Please." I mumbled out, looking down and crossing my arms. "Please I don't have anything."

I was soon on the ground, the feeling of being kicked, and punched, and all over painful very vivid in my mind. Then, it all stopped.

I felt a hand grip my shoulders, hoisting me to my feet. "You are looking for Kamar-Taj, correct?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm- I'm Violet." I nodded.

"I am Mordo, please grab my arm I do not wish to loose you."

A/N; Yay! Prologue is out! I actually don't really like this but oh well, I hope you do!

Love,
May