Rewrote the first 2 chapters, no need to reread them, just kinda fixed them up. And by the way, typo- less translates to almost typo-less. And this, sorry if it takes the effect out of this but this wasn't read at all. I will be honest, I can't stand proofreading!
I'm developing themes!
Black, White, and Violet
5
The fair had started, trouble makers had come out, and Violet knew why without even having to see it. She did though while switching classes, the roads were packed with cars, sidewalks packed with people. The parade that opened the fair traveled three miles down the main rode with all the details. The floats, the alcohol, the unrestrained fun. She herself knew so many people were getting drunk they would leave their purses or wallets out around, someone might provoke them into a riot. Something always happened every year but the fair was nothing that could be stopped.
She looked at the cars with slight dismay. Before she left her mother had warned her to pick up Dash and walk home. Which meant Helen knew there would be trouble. Glancing back to the buildings she looked between them. There was the main building, a plain gray color which Tony always thought looked like a prison.
It was two stories high, and stretched far enough to fit the core courses for every grade. She had gym next, the field and locker rooms were a good walk away from the main building. She picked up a jog holding her hair back to what would be a bow the best she could as she ran. The black paved track came into her sight and she slowed to a walk catching her breath.
Gym wasn't her favorite class, she'd always be side tracked while running track and a baseball who hit her in the face from the makeshift field next to her. They had no baseball field, and Violet suspected they moved next to the track to see if they could hit people. Certain people still hated her from middle school, but she was just glad she never subconsciously put a shield up. She was just getting used to this school, and two years ago they moved into a new house but still stayed.
The government cover up said a plane tried to land on the rode and hit their house destroying it. It was close enough to the truth, and people were to shocked to come up with a bunch of questions.
She was halfway to the field when she froze and glanced toward her left. A loud screech of a car had filled the area, and Violet was the first to figure out why. It had been run off the rode, its back two tires frozen. Skidding across the field the drunk drivers tried desperately to regain control. She looked in front of them to what would be their destination. A member of the track team was laying on the ground next to a knocked over hurdle. She was nursing her foot alone and hadn't even looked up.
"Move!" She called, but her voice didn't travel passed the screams.
She dropped her substitute bag, and made a run toward the track. She was still closer to the car, and arrived at the girls side in a second, and without thought.
"Can you move?" She asked the girl grabbing her shoulders ready to pull her up.
"No! No, I think my foot is broken!" The girl cried tearlessly in panic. Violet looked back to the car which was coming straight toward them.
She bit down on her lip. They couldn't get away in time, and with a quick Violet knew what she had to do.
Grabbing the girl she focused on creating a force field, one as strong as she could make it. She was ready for a miracle holding out from creating the visible shield until the last minute.
"Hey!" She heard a familiar voice and saw a wall of ice surrounding her. The car hit the ice and came to an abrupt stop. Violet double took at the wall and back up. Frozone landed next to her.
"You girls all right?" He asked acting if he never even recognized Violet.
"We'll live." Violet said looking between the girl and Frozone.
"Where are the others?" She asked quietly trying not to seem too conspicuous to others.
Frozone glanced back to the direction from which he came, and to the cars passengers.
"Now, I'm not telling you to go, but they are at the center of town. Roves way."
Violet nodded and looked to the girl who was now staring up at the sky.
"Thanks mister Frozone." Violet made one last attempt at acting and stood up. "I'll get some help."
People were already running over, horror stricken faces as if someone had died. Violet ran out of the circle already seeing an ambulance coming, and ran into the locker rooms.
She changed quickly, phasing invisible and sneaking out. It wasn't hard to find the others, the parade that was suppose to lead to the fair, and the music was shaking the ground. She followed the noise, and the lines of cars. Occasionally though she glanced at the sign until it said Roves street.
"Hold it!" She heard her mother shout, and glanced closely at a nearby building. Another car had crashed into the side and the two story beige building was threatening to fall. Her father held the edge of it to keep it from falling on the bewildered people who were unable to push against the surrounding crowd to escape.
Her mother was on the other side of the building out of Violets sight. She was sure what Helen would do but Violet knew she wouldn't be much help there.
It was around a year ago she learned not to intervene, but back then it was a fire. Bob had ran through the building grabbing all the survivors he could tossing them out the window for Helen to catch while she was stretched out like a trampoline. Frozone was keeping the fire from spreading to the other building using his ice powers. Violet had wanted to use her powers for some time, ever since she got used to calling upon a force field, and turning invisible. However it ended with her holding a shield up against a falling building which felt like someone was snapping her spine, and forcing Helen to save her.
Violet hadn't been as avid then, and tried not to remember the incident. She was almost sure her parents didn't.
Yet at this actual moment she thought better of helping and before she could react someone shouldered her. The man spun on his heel and glanced at where Violet stood. He was holding someone's purse and darting into an alley way. Violet smiled without thought and followed quickly. The alleyway was typical, surrounded by worn down brick walls, and filled with trash cans and dirty floors. Even though the walls cut off most of the light, it was still light enough to see. He turned a corner then stopped, and Violet first noticed the gun in his left hand. He dug through the lavender purse dropping all of the contents to the ground with a clatter.
Violet sucked in a breath then spoke.
"You'd better not do that, so I'd suggest you drop it and leave now."
He glanced behind like most people did when encountering Violet. Usually they thought it was a ghost of someone they had killed or knew. The man, clearly unshaven glanced around quickly. Jerking his head around before he lifted his gun and pointed it in a close direction.
"Wha man?" The guy stumbled out words, his cheap brown hat falling to the ground, but his hand was still clenched on the purse.
"Drop it." Violet said again slowly but she flinched throwing up a shield when the man opened fire. His bullets sprayed wildly hitting the walls more than hitting her shield. She glanced at ground picking up a nearby rusted crow bar.
The minute he stopped firing she dropped her shield becoming invisible ran behind him. Lifting the crowbar she froze.
She wasn't sure why she froze but she couldn't move. She was numb at first, only feeling her deep breaths. Then her head hurt, the same bullet migraines. The crow bar clanged to the ground, and she closed her eyes. The man turned with his gun, putting a new magazine in it and turning toward her head. She was vaguely aware that she became visible, but there was a single thought that actually ran through her head.
'I don't want to hit the floor.' She told herself, but found it coming fast, but then vanishing.
It took her a few minutes to realize what happened, that Frozone had picked her up and was saying something.
"Hey little lady, I think you should chill for a bit before you hit the battle field again."
Violet shook her head, or nodded it, she couldn't remember.
They landed somewhere and she recognized it the moment they hit the ground.
"We are on the parking garage." She said in quick aw.
"Did you hear me Violet?" Frozone held her by the shoulders and kept her upright. "You don't look so good."
Violet blinked her eyes and looked up at him. "Yeah, I'm just shaken." Her voice was weak and shallower than she had anticipated.
"You stay up here, I'll get your parents."
"No!" Violet grabbed his arm when he turned to leave. "No." She repeated her voice firmer this time.
"Don't worry about it, I'll go home okay?" She told him, and took another deep breath building herself up again. Frozone nodded before taking off sliding down the ice he created.
Violet fell to her knees cradling her head again. 'What is wrong with me?' She asked herself with no clear answer. She couldn't stand the parking garage, she was ready to jump off. She couldn't even remember why she would feel like that, like shadows were edging into her small bubble of light.
"Don't bother yourself that much over it Violet, the mind is one of the easiest things to lose." Violet's eyes widen, and she glanced to behind her.
The same man she had meet before was standing there, now a hat covering his eyes, and his collar was turned out. She stood up, her legs trembled under her but still managed.
"Surprised? I was, of all the luck. I've been looking for you again, searching for your thoughts but I never thought you'd show up here."
Violet was about to shout something, her mouth opening, but she closed it a minute later thinking better of such things. If he kept talking she might just have a chance to do something right for once, even though the idea of escaping was screaming in her mind.
Violet backed up giving more distance between the two of them.
"You don't have to worry about that anymore, I'm going to end it today." He said matter a factly.
"Why?" Violet finally bit out when she reached the back of the rail.
He went silent for a minute, looking up with sharp gray eyes.
"Because I can."
'Ow' was far overused in this day and age in an small infliction of pain. Violet would have described the headaches using the work blinding pain, but instead she muttered a quick ow and stumbled back, using one hand to keep herself from falling.
'Come to me. I will make the headaches go away.'
'Who are you….where are you….' Violet was on the urge of losing consciousness again but gritting her teeth she forced her eyes open.
'Just fall back, I will catch you. I will not let you die. Not yet.'
She wasn't sure why she did what she did, or why she had the urge to believe that someone. Her practical brain rather have jumped from her head than do it, but she responded.
'I believe you.' And then she fell.