Description: Allison Hargreeves was done. Done in the truest sense of the word. Alternate ending to 'The White Violin.'
Allison Hargreeves was done, done in the truest sense of the word. Done listening to her brothers and done following their lead.
Not for the first time in the past twelve-hours, she wished more then anything that she still had her voice. Not because she wanted to use her powers or manipulate the situation, but because she wanted to scream. She wanted to scream at Luther and she wanted to call to Vanya, to tell her everything that she should've told her years ago. But she couldn't, not now, maybe not ever again. However, Allison was perfectly capable of being stubborn, she had grown up with the best of them, after all. She would improvise.
The room was alive with the sound of mounting violin music, waves of power pulsating through the air. Among the chaos, Luther was talking, giving them instructions for a last ditch effort to stop Vanya from playing. Allison barely heard him, her attention so wholly fixated on her sister. She stood at center stage, her irises as white as snow and her suit and violin to match. A blinding glow enveloped her, surrounded her like a protective cocoon. She was so powerful. Powerful, and deadly, and broken.
Something about her eyes caught Allison's attention; it wasn't the obvious glow, rather, it was the look behind them. It was the way her face was pensive and sad, or the way her eyes were cold and hollow. Allison had seen her sister sad, more times then she ever should've allowed, but she had never seen her like this. So empty, so devoid of any kind of spark. The sight of it awakened an ache in Allison's chest, an urge slamming into her with the force of a tidal wave. She didn't fight it, instead, she embraced it. If they were all going to die anyway, this was how Allison wanted to leave this world.
She rose to her feet without hesitation, her eyes never leaving her sister. Luther's panicked voice filled her ears, yelled for her to get down, but she refused to listen. She moved quickly and steadily across the isles, the air around her humming. Vanya continued to play, her fingers moving up and down the strings flawlessly. Allison climbed the stairs, stopping just inches away from her sister. Despite the violin and the sheer power it emanated, the air around Allison seemed to grow quiet and still. It was like standing in the eye of a storm. Her brother's yells grew distant, and Allison soon tuned them out entirely.
For the first time, Vanya regarded her, her features remaining emotionless. She made no move to stop Allison or hurt her, she simply continued to play, the beautiful melody filling the air. Allison locked eyes with her, desperately searching for some piece of her sister, some fragment behind the harsh glow. Tears began to fill her own eyes, a million words trapped behind her damaged vocal cords. She could not say them, she could not speak, so she would have to find another way to communicate her love, her apology, and her pleas.
As the music reached its peak, Allison surged forward, throwing her arms around her sister. All at once, the music cease. The last notes died on the bow string, fading away entirely. A shockwave of energy dispersed around them harmlessly, the platinum violin slipping from her grasp.
Vanya remained rigid as Allison held her close, her grip firm and filled to the brim with a thousand emotions. Then, slowly, she brought her arms up around her sister, returning the embrace. Her form began to melt into hers, her stiff posture relaxing. Allison felt a tremble go through her shoulders, and the sharp sound of a sob filled her ears. More ragged sobs followed, and Vanya's knees soon gave out. Allison followed her down, the two women crumpling to the floor. Tears streamed down Vanya's face, the last of the white draining from her eyes entirely. She held onto Allison like a lifeline, crying into her shoulders.
"I'm sorry," Vanya choked out. "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry," she repeated, her voice pained and shrill.
Allison only held her tightly, swaying back and forth. The others rushed the stage soon after, all huddling around them. Vanya continued to cry, and the others embraced her as well, whispering reassurances.
They had done it, they had stopped the apocalypse, but more then that, they had saved their sister. Allison didn't know how long they stayed like that, but it didn't really matter, they would stay as long as they needed to. From now on, they would be there for her, in any way she needed them to be. Because they had a lifetime to make up for, but now they had ensured that they would have enough time to do it. Enough time to put their broken piece back together and to mend their severed bonds.
Time to become a family again.