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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REWRITTEN.
The men looming behind the two of them looked like towering shadows to Violet as she stared at them through the reflection of the napkin dispenser.
She clutched her hands tightly, rigidly, her heart in her throat.
A dark skinned man clad head to toe in black gear pointed the barrel of his large gun at Fives head, just out the corner of her eye.
"That's a shame, I thought I'd have more time before they found me," he commented before taking the last sip of his coffee.
She dug her nails into the side of her bruised hand, the pain becoming a focus to keep her from fidgeting and drawing attention.
"Okay, so let's all be professional about this, yeah? On your feet and come with us, they want to talk." The leader demanded.
They?
Was he expecting this to happen?
Who were these people?
"I have nothing to say," was Fives simple response.
Just as Violet had finished repeating the mantra to herself that they would be fine and could get out of this, a large hand wrapped itself around her upper arm and yanked her off of her stool.
She let out a noise of distress and fought against his hold, feeling the harsh pull in her shoulder and ignoring the pain and clawing at his hands.
The man hadn't expected such a sudden fight from the tiny girl and was startled when she ripped herself from his hold, hands up to keep distance, her back slamming against the counter.
She was barely able to catch her breath before the same man raised his gun and pointed the barrel right at her heart that thumped so heavily she was sure he could hear it.
Her hands shook as she stared at the distance between them. He was too close, the counter digging into her back, her eyes fixed on the distance between him and herself - and even though the entire situation was suffocating and they were surrounded with no visible way out - at least he wasn't touching her anymore.
She didn't even care about the gun aiming at her chest.
"You think I want to shoot a kid? Go home with that on my conscience?" The leader said, still looking at Five.
But Five could not look away from Violet, who was shaking and in an absent daze of panic.
"We're all adults here. You can let her go, she has nothing to do with this."
Violet clenched her hands into fists against her collarbones, digging her knuckles into the bone so she could focus on something and stop herself from visibly shaking.
Five's voice, although calm, had a twinge of warning to it.
