Violet rarely speaks, so when you find yourself hearing her voice, you either cherish it or start running.
Being a selective mute who's power is to disappear, Violet Hargreeves hasn't aged ever since Five's powers kicked back at her for trying to st...
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Nietzsche once said, 'man is a rope stretched between the animal and the superhuman.'
A young girl with long, auburn hair half shielding her face stood at the bottom of the stairs, a noticable distance between herself and the others.
Violet looked up at Vanya and Sir Reginald Hargreeves, the latter leering at them over the banister at the top of the stairs.
The green jumpsuit she wore made her skin itch, and she loathed it more than their usual academy uniform. Most days that made her feel like a dressed up doll, but now she felt too much all ar once and she was counting down the exact seconds until they could stop training and she could shower and get the horrific feeling off of her skin.
'A rope over an abyss. It is a dangerous crossing, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous trembling and halting.'
The shrill whistle hit their ears and at once they all shot forwards, desperate to overtake the others.
All except one, who followed behind in a normal walk, not keen on getting caught up in the pushing and shoving to make it first.
'As much as you must strive for individual greatness, and strive you must, for it wont come to you of it's own accord.'
Only one of the other children noticed.
He glanced over his shoulder briefly to find her, then disappeared in a blink.
'You must also remember that there is no individual stronger than the collective.'
She flinched when he appeared beside her in a flash, but met the wicked gleam in his eye with her own tiny smile and took hold of the sleeve of his outstretched hand.
He blinked them both to the top in a split second.
"That's not fair!"
Voices called out in outrage in a jumble behind them.
The girl shrank back and covered her ears.
"Five and Eight cheated!" Diego shouted.
Reginald eyed the two. "They adapted."
Hurried footsteps met the two at the top and Violet quickly darted behind Vanya and away from the others, all huffing and breathless.
Five caught her eye and sent her a wink, hands slid calmly into his pockets.
