Setting: Hotel Room
Violet sat up in her bed with an unreadable expression. The aura-disruption collar she had around her neck for such a long time was deactivated. The thing keeping her in the clutches of her father's control was no longer keeping her restrained. With every passing second, Violet felt her aura increase, returning to its normal levels.
She eyed her sleeping father like a predator eyes its prey. Looking at the withered old man reminded Violet how much she hated him and all the things she had to endure while being back under the same roof as him. Obeying his orders, being attacked by assassins, and mentally tormented by her cousins were just the tip of the iceberg.
Tarax L. Underland was a failure of a father. He barely protected Violet when she was younger against the other Underlands who wanted her political power, he failed to raise her properly or at all. Everything she learned, she learned from her mother, Iris, before she passed away due to the plague known as the Underland family. The mental strain and pressure of dealing with such insanity could drive anyone to their grave. The exact same thing was most likely going to happen to Violet if she stayed here for the rest of her life and her father wouldn't care as long as he got the power and control he wanted.
There was no one else on Remnant that Violet hated more than her father.
She rose from her bed, still wearing the dress Marigold made for her, and stood at the foot of her father's bed. Violet was contemplating what to do next. She could easily leave the hotel and prepare to escape the kingdom, however, her desire for retribution was burning hotter and hotter.
Emotions were overriding reason.
Violet looked to the small dresser between her bed and Tarax's and noticed his belt on top of it. The vengeful girl already knew what she was going to do.
As Tarax slept peacefully, Violet walked up to his side and slowly reached for his belt. She knew he would wake up the moment she started so she quickly and violently wrapped the belt around her father's head then tightened it, fastening it around his mouth.
The elderly man was shocked awake by this rough treatment of his body and tried to ask what was happening until he realized his words came out as muffled nonsense. He was gagged so he couldn't talk and the darkness of night made it difficult for him to see who or what was assaulting him.
He felt his assailant tightly clenched his wrists and raised them against the bed's headboard, keeping a tight grip over both of them with one hand. Tarax was panicking because he had no idea what was happening.
Violet actually liked seeing her father terrified like this. It was such a change from his usual 'in control' demeanor. She held his wrists up with one hand and moved her other one to the lamp to flip the switch. The light illuminated their part of the room, giving Tarax a clear view of his own daughter attacking him and Violet a view of her frightened father.
"Hmm…Mhmm!" Tarax grumbled through his belt.
Violet had no idea what he was trying to say, but somewhere between the moans, she heard him call her Alyssa. She was getting tired of being called by that damned name. Alyssa felt like the worst insult anyone could call Violet and her family calling her that every day made her blood boil.
As a response Violet twisted one of her father's wrists but not enough to actual break it. She did it just enough to hurt him and make him grumble in pain. Keeping a firm grip on her father's arm made Violet realize he was rather brittle for a man his age.
The stress of being the head of a chaotic family was truly something to behold.
"Don't call me that anymore. That's not my name," she said in a dark threatening tone.
"…" Tarax said nothing as he looked at Violet with fearful eyes.
"Alyssa, that little girl you failed to raise as your daughter, died years ago. She killed herself when she set her room and hall on fire in her attempt to escape the Underland family and their insanity. Violet came to be after that and she's not someone you could ever manipulate."
Tarax continued to silently stare at Violet as his heart rate began to rise exponentially. It's as if he finally realized this person was no longer his daughter. He had no idea what she planned to do with him. It was the fear of the unknown that was getting to the elderly Underland.
Violet looked at how pathetic and small he was now and she contemplated what to do with him. There was so much she wanted to say, so much to do to him.
"All you wanted from me was an obedient little girl who'd follow your every word, who believed she wouldn't be able to anything without you by her side, but you got the furthest thing from it. I can survive without you, fight without you, and live without you. I don't need you, but you need me."
"…"
"You were desperate for control and power. When your reins on it began to loosen, you clung to me, hoping to use me to restore and cement your vanishing power… and you did whatever you could to keep me under your…"
Violet noticed how Tarax's left hand. It was holding the device that controlled her collar and he was pressing the shock button repeatedly and frantically. Seeing her father try to electrocute her while she was having her moment was extremely upsetting.
In one quick movement, Violet bent Tarax's left wrist in a direction it wasn't supposed to be bent and she broke it. The withered man shouted in pain or he tried to but it came out as painful mumbling beneath his belt.
He began to thrash around in an attempt to get out of Violet's grip, but she stopped him by giving him a solid punch to his chest to calm him down. He grunted in pain again but the impact seemed to shake him out of his earlier thrashing.
Fear of this person he no longer saw as his daughter was overwhelming Tarax and he closed his eyes in an attempt to make her go away.
Violet wanted hiis eyes open so he could hear what she had to say. She shook his arms to get him to wake up.
"Hey! Wake up, Tarax! I'm not done!" Violet said as she shook him harder.
She was ready to smack him in the face and she released his wrists to do so, but she noticed how his arms fell down to his sides. Lifelessly.
Violet's eyes widened in shock. She quickly placed her right hand against her father's chest and two fingers on her left hand on his neck, waiting to feel a heartbeat or a pulse, but neither came. The young girl was frozen at this dramatic change in her situation.
Tarax Leontodon Underland was dead.
Violet hastily stepped away from the dead body. She did so not because she was afraid of touching a corpse, but because she didn't want to touch it any further. Something like this wouldn't go unrecognized and she didn't want Atlesian officers to suspect she was the one who killed her father even though she was harming him not too long ago.
Actually, Violet really had to wonder about her intentions. She was getting payback for the man who made her childhood a living hell and trying to mold her into a puppet. The amount of hatred Violet had for her father was immeasurable. She had to question how far she'd actually go tonight. She felt like that light punch she gave Tarax wasn't enough to satisfy her. She wanted to inflict more pain.
"…" Violet really wondered if she'd really kill her father. "…Forget it. The nightmare's over,"
Violet walked up to her bed and grabbed the blanket. She used it to rub around Tarax's body, specifically his arms, chest, and neck because she needed to wipe away any trace of her fingerprints.
With the blanket over his body, Violet moved him around to make it look like he was sound asleep. She made sure the room looked normal like her past actions never happened because she planned on leaving. The next thing she did was to give herself an alibi for her father's death.
Violet picked up the room's phone and called room service.
"Hello, I'd like to order some room service to our room… The number of my room? It's room 623. Oh, I won't be at the door. I'm ordering food for my father before I head out. He'll answer the door… How much is the service?... Okay, thank you very much."
Violet ended the call and began to walk to the room door.
She paused for a moment and looked back at her father's dead body beneath the bed covers. She waited to feel anything for her father dying before her eyes. All that was there was a fire of hatred that was beginning to die. She got to say a little of what she wanted to say to her father, but there was still more she wanted to yell at him and he couldn't even give her that.
Even in death, Tarax couldn't give his daughter a win.
Violet walked out of the hotel room and began walking down the hallway to the elevator. She pressed the button for the main lobby. The reflective walls of the elevator made Violet notice she still had the degrading disruption collar around her neck. It was still there despite being deactivated. From personal experience, Violet knew this device wouldn't come off with just brute force. It needed a three-digit passcode. The only problem was she had no idea what it could be. Violet's best option to get it off was to return to the mansion, go to her father's study and find the passcode written down or some clue of what it could be. If that didn't work, then she planned to find her Enigmas and used them to break this metal contraption off.
She may not have seen her weapons throughout her whole time at the manor but she had a good idea where her throwing knives were. If there was one thing Violet knew about her Tarax, it was the fact that he was afraid of her. In his eyes, she was like a dangerous animal and any person in their right mind would always be cautious around such a dangerous beast. Keeping her restricted was his best ploy and that included stashing her instruments of violence where she couldn't reach them and where he knew where they were at all times.
Violet guessed her Cheshire's Enigmas were somewhere in her father's study room.
Outside the hotel, Violet walked down to the street where the Underland limousine and limo driver were waiting for her. She called him on her way out to order him to drive her home on her father's behalf. The man wouldn't dare defy a command from Tarax so he did so obediently and quietly.
Violet was on her way back to the Underland Manor. There was one thing about what happened in that hotel room Violet failed to realize. With the passing of her father, Violet Tulipe inherited the Underland name and became the heiress of the entire family.
While the man was driving, Violet was in the back, trying to come up with different methods to escape Atlas and return to her friends. She still had her scroll and Remus's bionic eye in her possession. She wondered if the delta symbol she received was a one-time fluke.
"Is he- Are they really here?"
She glanced over to the bionic eye, looking at it for a long time before putting it back into the pocket of her dress. Either way, she really wanted to see all of her boys again and start over.
Setting: Underland Manor
Marigold sat on the throne he and his cousin had constructed to celebrate the next head of the family. He sat there with a gleeful expression as he waited to see who would come into this room. A family member coming in meant the battle was won and an enemy breaking in means the family was defeated, leaving him to be the heir to the family fortune and power.
"If any of those VRSZ fools enter this domain, then I'll deal with them accordingly. This mansion and all its residents are more than equipped to handle intruders. Even if this team of miscreants can make it this far, they won't come here unscathed. I can easily dispose of what is left of this team once the battle is over,"
The mad Underland leaned into the crystal-clear throne and crossed his legs. He closed his eyes, patiently waiting for the person who would enter the throne room.
Setting: Courtyard
Bluebell walked down to the courtyard to finish off Silver after he jumped out of the window into the garden at the center of the mansion. Not wanting to passionately follow his foe, the stoner Underland took to the stairs to follow Silver and he was finding this ordeal rather tiresome. He had hoped the gunman would just breathe in the poison and die so he could go back to his room and enjoy his hookah in peace.
"Just blow this poison in his face and it's over," Bluebell thought to himself in order to motivate himself to actually finish the job.
Finally reaching the doors that led to the courtyard, Bluebell reached for the door handle. Grasping onto it immediately made Bluebell tense up. Something was amiss. For some reason, the handle felt warm which was unusual for a door handle leading to the courtyard that was outside. After a moment's hesitation, the stoner opened the door and saw a horrific sight.
The majority of the courtyard was set ablaze. The grassy fields and the variety of flower gardens were being burned down. The courtyard beloved by all members of the Underland family was enveloped in flames and the assailant was Silver Synch.
Using Fenrir as dual handguns and filling them with nothing but fire dust bullets. He shot at everything in his vicinity and watched it burn. The flames consumed it all and created a tower of smoke that rose into the sky. It continued to rise and such a thing would eventually be noticed by those living in the kingdom of Atlas.
The smoke and flames consumed everything and made it very difficult for Silver to breathe, but he was alright with that if it meant Bluebell couldn't use his vapors and gases anymore. The flames and smoke would smother them. Still wearing his winter attire, Silver pulled his winter googles off is forehead and brought them down to his eyes so he could see through the smoke. He ripped the sleeve off his right arm and wrapped it around his mouth and nose to breathe a little better in this burning area.
The fire was everywhere. The courtyard beloved by all members of the Underland family was being reduced to ash. This was truly traumatic for Bluebell. The many of the flowers in the garden were planted there by his mother. She loved tending to them in her spare time and using them as components for her fragrances and perfumes. Aside from vaping, Bluebell also took care of his mother's flowers as a sign of love and respect. It was his last connection with her after the battle for the throne took her life. Now it was being burned away by Silver.
Bluebell looked at the Gunslinger as he continued to fire volley after volley of fire blasts out of his guns. Each shot was a mental hit to the stoner Underland's psyche. Enraged, Bluebell ran toward Silver, discarding whatever plan he had, to stop him from destroying this place.
"STOP IT YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
Silver quickly turned his head to see Bluebell recklessly run his way. The calm, nonchalant demeanor the Underland once held was replaced with blind anger and despair. He wasn't expecting the stoner to act this way but Silver didn't plan on missing this opportunity.
He quickly changed Fenrir from dual handguns to escrima sticks, rushed toward the pained Underlnad, and began his symphony. With a swing of his left arm, Silver smacked Bluebell's shoulder with his stick then smashed the one in his right hand into the back of the young man's right knee, forcing Bluebell down on one knee. Repeatedly, Silver slammed his sticks into Bluebell's shoulders, chest, arms, and waist to cause his body to ring in pain.
Silver ended his onslaught by hitting Bluebell in the face with the escrima stick in his right hand, knocking him to the ground and breaking through his aura, but it wasn't enough to knock him out.
The injured Underland groaned and grunted in pain. He began to cough due to the smoke around him, realizing with his aura gone, he could no longer use Filter to breathe normally in such a hazardous setting. Bluebell was beaten but he didn't want to let it end here, not what Silver did to the courtyard and his mother's flowers.
"Agh… Aaauuuggghhhh…" Bluebell attempted to get up and ignored the pain, but his attempt to keep fighting ended as quickly as it began.
Silver changed one of his escrima sticks into a gun and fired a bullet at Bluebell, hitting him in his left shoulder. Fenrir was still equipped with fire dust bullets so the shot hit the target in the shoulder which was immediately set ablaze.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
Bluebell began to scream in pain and horror as he felt his flesh being burned. He rolled onto the charred ground in an attempt to put of the fire.
Silver, paying Bluebell no mind, walked away from the courtyard, exiting through the door his defeated foe entered. There was no need to keep fighting him. He had to find Violet and take down Marigold.
Bluebell laid on the scorched ground. His pink scarf was burned away, and the left side of his kaftan was burned away but the rest of it was still there. The skin on Bluebell's left shoulder and arm was burned off, leaving nothing but his muscles to be seen. The fire on his body may have died, but the burning sensation was still there and it was the only thing keeping him conscious.
He finally had the energy to get up and stand on his feet though he had to focus a great deal just to walk to the door. Bluebell slowly but surely escaped from the burning courtyard as the flames began to catch onto other part of the mansion. Still harboring anger at Silver for destroying the courtyard, the stoner Underland pulled out his scroll from his pocket with his burned arm and it hurt to move it. He switched hands and pressed the screen of his device to call someone.
The scroll rang for a few seconds until someone answered. Bluebell was in too much pain to mince words, so he got right to the point.
"Zinnia, we need you."
Setting: Kingdom of Atlas
It was the middle of the night yet people in Atlas were still up and about. The night life in this kingdom was very different from Vacuo's. The security of the military and the natural borders kept the creatures of Grimm at bay so the people could live safe lives. Many were in the middle of luxurious activities while a certain young woman was in the middle of training.
In her apartment, in the middle of her bedroom, Zinnia Underland was doing push-ups. She was out of her usual attire and was wearing shorts and a tank-top to exercise. She has been doing this for quite some time and she's worked up quite a sweat. After another push-up, she lifted her lower body up until she was in the handstand position. She began to slowly lower her body then push it up, performing vertical push-ups to strengthen her body.
As she was in the middle of her training session, Zinnia heard her scroll ring. It was on her dresser next to her bed. She stopped doing vertical push-ups and brought her lower body back to the ground then walked to her device, seeing the person calling her was Bluebell which was strange. The two of them didn't really speak to each other so she figured this was about family business rather than a casual call.
She picked up her scroll and answered, "Bluebell? What-"
"Zinnia, we need you," is what she heard Bluebell say like a desperate plea.
Her demeanor changed from calm to shocked to serious. "What happened?"
Bluebell told her how intruders have broken into and attacked the mansion and they need her help to get rid of them. Nothing else needed to be explained for the Paragon. "I'm on my way."
Zinnia got out of her workout clothes and donned her usual then left her apartment. On her way out of the apartment complex, she wondered if it was wise to do fight the intruders alone. In her brashness, she failed to ask Bluebell how many there were or any kind of useful information. She was basically going into a battle blind.
Feeling it was better to be more prepared for the fight, Zinnia called someone other than Bluebell or the other Underlands on her scroll. She called someone she considered a friend and somewhat of a mentor. Someone who with the power to keep this situation under wraps.
When the call got through, Zinnia heard the person on the other line answer.
"I require your aid on a personal matter."
Violet was based on Alice from Alice in Wonderland with her color scheme is based on the Cheshire Cat and Silver was based on the 101 Dalmatians. Because of this I made them a cat person and a dog person respectively. This was also the basis of their sort of hostile relationship in the beginning on the series. They got along like cats and dogs.
