Violet: A Darkest Minds Fanfic

Chapter 1

Emberly's Point of View

I sat inside of a room that might as well could have been my own personal hell. I was tested and poked with sharp objects, asking a million questions about the way my head worked. As they tried to figure what I was, I kept it all to myself. I told them I was a yellow and focused on that, because even I didn't know what I was.

"Violet," my father had said one night when I touched his cheek and showed him what Nico, Eliza and I did that day. "You are a violet, my love."

I was exactly who I was afraid to be. I feared loosing control, I feared hurting the ones I loved. For years I held tightly onto the faces and memories, forcing myself to relive every good memory of my dad, mom and two best friends, who I knew loved me, despite what I was. I knew that if I could just get, I could find my best friends and mom. I could be happy again.

When they finally let me out of my cell, I started thinking about my escape. There were other yellows in the Children's League, the liars and bullshitters of the war. Everyone was corrupt, the government and the League. It was something I figured out during my first year here. When Merida turned me over to the League, they fed me bullshit about helping other children and taking down the government, but when they taught me how to overload a house circuit to start a fire, and kill people, was when I realized the League was no better than the government who was keeping kids in camps.

I hadn't seen or heard from Nico and Eliza in nearly five years, but as I heard about the kids whispering about Slip Kid, a guy who protects the children, I knew that Nico and Eliza would be there, because they had talked about a safe place to live ever since we figured out that there were adults out there who were hunting us like prey. If they kept out of the hands of the PSI soldiers then they found their way to a safe haven that wasn't their parents. Eventually their parents wouldn't have been able to keep them safe, and I knew that they were smart enough to know that they probably stayed on the move and found Slip Kid.

My time to get out finally came when I got them to trust me. When they took me out on a mission. I had packed a backpack up and when we stopped a hotel, I made sure to room with a girl that was a green and one that I could easily get inside her head. She was mean, and rude for her age of twelve, but I had four years on her. I ripped the clothes as I took the tracker out, that was the size of a pea, but leaving them in the room so they didn't set off any alarms of being broken. The time to push myself inside of her mind and I had to remind myself that I was stronger and more mentally together and as I touched her finger, while she slept soundly, I erased her memory of being with me. I didn't like doing this to people, I didn't like going inside of their minds when they were vulnerable.

She was small, and never stood a chance of living a different life, but I couldn't take her with me. I had to get away. I had to find Eliza and Nico.

I pushed the thought of her sleeping in well past wake up call, ignoring the calls from the leader, Daniel. Giving me just enough time to hotwire a car and get as far away as possible. When I finished and slowly pulled away from the small pre-teen, I got off her bed and grabbed my bag. I opened the door slowly after grabbing the gun they gave me and saw there were no guards watching my room and the next two doors, where I knew four other kids were being kept.

It was now or never, I didn't let Agent Stewart's face slip into my mind as I stood in the open doorway. There was no one keeping me here, no one that actually cared about me, except Agent Stewart, but I didn't want to stay in a corrupt world when I could live in my own world. I had to get out of here before they found out, before they realized that I had more use to the League and I suddenly became their toy. A means to an end, and that I was not. I didn't want this fight, I didn't want this war. I just wanted to be a normal seventeen year old girl, living her life with her friends who loved her but at the worst time I pictured Merida with her dark red hair. No one will want you, not ever.