REWRITTEN.
It had been a few hours since the siblings had discussed Grace's future without even bothering to include her.
Violet grew more and more anxious as time passed, knowing that her siblings would have questions and would want to talk to her. Because they couldn't ever just leave it. They had to get involved, they had to know everything even if it didn't concern them.
She almost scoffed at the idea. It took her attempting to take her own life twice for some of them to even acknowledge her these days.
Klaus, God bless his heart, had tried hiding his red eyes from Violet when he'd knocked and sheepishly asked if she'd seen his Walkman. She had spotted it immediately and knew that the redness wasn't from drugs for once. She had avoided eye contact, found the Walkman from her closet and carefully passed them over at the doorway.
He had lingered and she had grown fidgety, hair half covering her face, fingers twitching at her sides.
"Hey, uh..." the words 'are you okay' died on the tip of his tongue as he scanned her uneasy appearance, and instead he came out with, "you want to play cards or something later?"
She looked up in mild surprise and thought for a moment before nodding, assuming that Five wouldn't be back until later on anyways so she had time to kill. Klaus had forced a grin and said he was going for a long bath.
She'd pointed sternly at the walkman and he nodded, immediately understanding her.
"I won't get water on it." He'd promised.
Now, Violet lay across her bed with her noise cancelling headphones on, hair sprawled out and hands linked over her stomach in deep thought.
Her thoughts were on Five.
She was itching to have him next to her so she could touch him in some way, remind herself that he was there; she wanted to hold his hand, hear his voice, she wanted him there with her but knew what he was doing was far more important. After all those years, seeing Five again had awoken something in her, something that had previously rotted away.
She furrowed her eyebrows in thought and recalled all of Five's interactions with her since he'd arrived. Something was off and always had been, but she hadn't had the nerve to do anything about it until now. He had been keeping something important from her and she was well aware, but struggled to figure out why he would do such a thing and keep it from her.
Violet and Five were two souls intertwined.
They were always together, always joined at the hip, always arm in arm, always by eachothers sides no matter what.
A hollow feeling grew in her chest as her thoughts turned blue. He was distancing himself from her.
The old Five would have jumped at the opportunity and insist they do this mission together but the new Five had been silently hoping she would go back to the academy instead of trailing him and she knew it. It hurt. Why? She didn't really know. She could see through Five because she knew him better than he knew himself, despite the ways time had changed them both.
He was still her Five but if he valued whatever they had together, he would tell her the truth.
Her cieling cracks were counted for the eighteenth time until she decided to confront him when he got back. She had to, for her own sake and sanity. Questions about who he was with during the apocalypse had burned into the back of her mind because some things he said just didn't make sense.
He had mentioned a mysterious 'she' when he'd explained what happened to him after his reappearance.
He'd said he wasn't alone to Klaus, and that whoever he was with, they were together for a long time.
Whoever he had been with, wasn't there with him now. Which brought up even more questions because Five was a stubborn bastard and would never leave anyone behind.
But the third part was what set off alarm bells in her head - they had done when she'd first heard them.
I wasn't alone.
She covered her eyes with her forearm.
Everyone dies in the next eight days.
Seven days.
Violet curled in on her side, burying her face in her pillow, trying to control the racing thoughts swirling around inside her skull like a hurricane. Her head was beginning to ache.
Everyone died in seven days.
Five didn't know how to stop it.
He was trying.
Where was he?
Her mind drifted to what had happened in the diner.
What if he was in trouble?
Violet suddenly shot up from her bed, heart in her throat at the sound of blaring bangs through her headphones. She ripped them off, thinking she was imagining things at first since the diner, but she could hear gunshots tearing through the lower floor clear as day.
Eyes wide, Violet ran to her door to listen. The crashes and bangs of fighting were slightly muffled. She peaked out from her doorway, finding the hallways left and right clear.
That meant the others were in trouble.
Violet tore through the halls, following the shouts and noise, practically skipping half the steps as she sprinted down.
A cry caught in her throat as a bullet whizzed past her face and lodged itself into the wall to her left.
She turned invisible instantly. She scanned the fact that two armed masked figures were shooting at Diego, who was struggling to hold his own not far from her.
"What the fuck?" The female exclaimed, lowering her gun while staring her way.
Diego kicked away the other shooter, looking her way knowingly. "Violet, dont-"
The one with the pink mask attempted to get to the top of the stairs and Violet backed up a few, holding the railing before slamming her boot into the face of the mask with a smack that sent her reeling backwards into the wall. She didn't even hesitate before jumping forwards on the fallen female, catching her off guard as the woman couldn't actually see her opponent.
Her hands grabbed the machine gun, pushing her weight down so it hit the floor and she was forced to release it. The attackers arm swung round and caught her in the jaw and she fell onto her back.
The woman went for the gun.
Violet dove for the weapon, slamming her elbow just below the mask, a perfect shot aimed at the throat. She tore the gun away and kicked it down the stairs to buy her brother some time.
Her eyes met Diego's as she materialised into her transparent form, and she took herself up the stairs despite the attackers next attempt to grab her - A chill swept through her spine as the hand went through her body.
She raced back towards her room, the sound of fighting being led back downstairs, but hairs raised at the back of her neck still.
She ran into her room and barely had time to grab a pair of scissors from her desk when her ears picked up on a floorboard creaking outside her door.
Violet's breathing stilled as she turned invisible, inching behind the door and out of view of the woman.
The barrel of the gun inched past the doorway and she covered her mouth to silence her breathing as she scanned the empty room.
Seconds moved like hours until the persons footsteps carried on past the room and her relief was only temporary as she realised where the woman was heading.
The urge to scream out for her brother Klaus died in her panic and all she could think was that she had to stop her from reaching him.
Violet materialised and jumped at the her before she could even turn.
The woman span with Violet on her back, bullets striking the cieling as she grabbed at the womans arms. She struggled to get the small girl off of her, surprised at her strength.
She slammed the scissors down into her shoulder.
A yell of pain and frustration met her ears and she gasped as the woman ran backwards into a small table. Her lower back took the brunt of the impact, the vase shattering across the floor. Her grip loosened enough for her to be thrown against the wall violently.
A gunshot pierced the air and ringing blared through her ears. An involuntary cry escaped her throat. A hand shot to her side as she fought to use her powers, but the ringing i her ears was so loud she could not focus. She was unable to stop the hit that rattled her jaw and sent her head cracking against the wall.
Her last thought before passing out was at least it was her and not Klaus.