Chapter 2
(Stay tuned for an author's note at the end)
*the next morning*
Violet woke up rather early, 5:24 am to be exact. She had nothing to do and couldn't go back to sleep so she got up and got dressed. As she was walking down the stairs of his run down house she heard something. A strange but faint sound. She ducked and slowed her steps as she turned the corner into the kitchen. The noise grew louder as she drew her knife from her pocket. Peering around the corner of the corner the living room, she saw a man. He was tall and very intimidating.(not to Violet of course). He was holding a small device with a glowing screen. It appeared to possibly have numbers on it. He was holding a tool and tinkering with it. Violet was about to strike when someone came up behind her, grabbing her wrist and putting a hand over her mouth.
"Shh." Thank goodness it was only the major. He moved her back protectively and drew out a gun.
"Put your hands in the air!"
The man threw his hands up revealing the screen of the device…. counting down from three minutes. Gilbert looked down at Violet and with a swift set of hand motions she disappeared around the corner back into the kitchen. With surprise by the criminal, she somehow appeared behind him on the other side of the living room with a loaded gun. "Hand it over." The major practically growled. With being cornered, the man tossed it over to Gilbert.
"Violet, you know what to do." She nodded took it from him and disappeared out the front door.
"Get the hell out of here Wilson. The wars over, everyone knows you lost your position as lieutenant colonel. Killing me isn't going to do you any good."
"It's quite the disappointment I didn't succeed, if I'd have known the girl was here I could've killed two birds with one stone. I was going to kill her later anyway."
"Let me guess, your after Hodges next aren't you?"
"Sure am."
"Well, good luck with that. It's pretty hard to kill someone when you're in jail." Gilbert approached the man keeping the gun pointed at his head, and tying his hands behind his back with the very rope Wilson had brought with him. At that time Violet came back. Her white sundress and her skin were covered in ash and dirt.
"I took care of it."
"Thank you. I'll make sure your dress is good as knew before you leave, don't worry." He walked the man into the kitchen. "Violet, could you please hold him here while I call the cops?"
"Yes, Major."
The man twitched in her grasp as he was surprised by her strength. A few minutes later the cops arrived and took the man away.
"What is that-" Gilbert walked over to the coffee table looking down at an object. Gilbert sprinted to Violet, he grabbed her wrist and opened the front door rushing out as fast as he could. He was just fast enough to get them out of the house before it blew up in a fit of ash, and smoke.
Her eyes stung. Her throat burned. Violet struggled to get up, her knees and wrists weak. After making it to her knees she bust into a dry coughing fit, falling back to the ground. Gilbert crawled over to her and helped her to sit. Her coughing never taking so much as a short pause. He shifted her so she was leaning against the space between his chest and arm.
"Violet, can you sit here just a minute or two while I get help?" He asked desperately in a dry, raspy voice. She nodded. "I need you to stay upright. You'll get more air." She nodded again, her dry throat causing her to gag. She was struggling to breathe when he returned with help. She had tears running down her cheeks. There was a woman and a man kneeling down to her and giving her water. Violet was quickly able to calm down and catch her breath. It was time for the second problem at hand. The house.
The house was left with little more than some of the wall framing and piles of debris. There seemed to be some salvageable items scattered around though. After some close inspection, Gilbert recovered Violet's typewriter in its now tattered case. He also found her suitcase, which held whichever clothes she hadn't unpacked yet. Of his he found some clothes, old trinket-like items, and a few small boxes that appeared to have pictures or other important objects in them. Gilbert made his way over the wreckage to bring the smaller items over to where Violet was.
( She was of course looking as adorable as always, all wrapped up in a blanket just sitting there with her chin in between her knees. Dammit Violet y u gotta be like that. Sorry I'm done.)
She poked her head up as he sat in front of her with the other items. She suddenly got a look of panic in her eyes and patted at her neck as if something was supposed to be there.
"It's gone!" She looked him dead in the eye.
"What is, Violet?"
"My brooch!"
"Where you wearing it when I pulled you out here?" She shook her head, her eyes filling with tears. "I'll see if I can find it okay?"
"I'll come with you." They searched for about a half before Gilbert spotted something sparkly while digging around. He picked it up and sure enough..
"Violet, I found it!" She made a beeline for him the second those words escaped. She took it from him and held it close to her chest.
"Thank you."
"Your welcome."
A/N: Sorry for such a short chapter. I wasn't sure how to go on with it. If you guys have any ideas let me know, I could use the inspiration. Anyway, thank you all so much for the reviews on the last chapter! I wasn't expecting that many people to read this considering this is my first fanfic. Just as with the last chapter, constructive criticism is welcome. I want to give you all something you can enjoy.️
