Spoilers for Episode 4 of Season 5.
So this is just a little bit of an expansion on Etta's story of when she found the bullet that killed Olivia at the end of season 4. I just love Etta and I hope we see her again (you never really know with this show).
It's been ages since I've written anything, so I hope you all enjoy it. And sorry if someone's already written something like this, I haven't had much of a chance to read Fringe fiction in just as long.
The Bullet that Saved the World
The street lamp flickered on and off, partially illuminating the broken sidewalk and the debris from torched cars and destroyed buildings strewn along it. Squatters huddled in makeshift shelters, their fires smoldering in the frosty weather. It looked like something out of a post-apocalyptic movie the other survivors told her about, only this was reality.
Etta Bishop had seen a lot of pain and destruction in her thirteen years; she'd been alone for so long that survival was second nature. She had to survive, not just for herself, but also for her parents who had been lost so long ago. Etta knew in her heart they were alive and held out hope that some day she would find them, and help them rid the world of the bald invaders.
Making her way up the once familiar street, Etta paused outside a dilapidated two-story house. She pulled out a crumpled up piece of paper from her dirty jeans pocket, checking the address that was written in her childish scrawl. This is it, she thought to herself. Etta climbed the few steps to the battered front door and let herself in. Glancing around the trashed and already looted living room, Etta spied the stairs leading up to the second level.
Etta headed up to the bedrooms, and first took a look at the room that used to be hers. It had been ransacked and everything of value taken. There was nothing left of her 'childhood', not even her favourite teddy bear from her grandfather. Etta took a deep breath and moved to where she knew her parents' used to sleep, knowing that she most likely wouldn't find anything there either.
She was right; even the mattress from their bed had been taken. Etta spun around the room, desperately trying to find something solid to hold on to. She dropped to the ground and leaned up against the broken bed frame. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted her mother's jewellery box under the dresser. Etta crawled over to grab it.
Placing it on her lap and not expecting to find anything inside Etta opened the jewellery box, and there laying in the centre of it, was a single copper bullet. Picking it up delicately in her fingers, she examined it closely. She didn't know why, but she knew that this one bullet was more important to her mother than any of the other pieces of jewellery that were once housed in the box. Putting the bullet in her pocket, Etta noticed a piece of paper poking out from one of the drawers in the box, and giving a little tug, a small photo popped out. When she wiped away the dust, three smiling faces stared back at her. Etta froze, she remembered that day; it was her third birthday and only a few weeks before she lost her parents.
Tears started to roll down her cheeks and her chest constricted as sobs wracked her tiny body. She remembered being happy and loved. Etta vowed in that moment that she would survive. She would survive and then find her parents. She owed them her existence; she wouldn't let them down.
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So there you have it. I hope you all enjoyed it and if you feel so inclined, please leave a review.