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(AHH!!! D: Sorry... Again..... Guh. Third week being sick. D:)


Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The heart monitor next to her was recording her heart beat.
Ugh... Wha... Where am I? The beautiful violet haired eighteen year old opened her eyes and slowly rose her upper half. Her ribs and back screamed out in pain, crushing and grinding with the dreaded missery. She screamed out in pain before falling back onto her back. Then she let out a low groan from the aftermath of not being gentle when making her landing. I remember now. We... We were saving... We were on a mission. Ya... And there was this building..... It all came back to her now. She remembered blacking out in Vincent's arms....

So why was she in her room?

Slowly, Violet shifted her head to the side to view her room - the ceiling was a bright flashy white, the walls a soft lilac purple, with pictures, posters, poems, and notes (from her fans and past victims). She was laying down on her comfy queen sized bed, a baby blue, white, and lilac purple quilt on top matching four white and lilac purple pillows. To her right in the middle of the wall was a giant clear glass door, the high-tech of the century, with a security code on the outside that let you slide through the doorway. Draps were pushed to the side - Vincent probably didn't want the curtains to block his view of her on the bed when looking into the door. To her left was a small desk, cluttered with papers and her laptop. Then to the direct right of the desk was a walk-in closet, the double doors currently open, revealing her stash of food in the small fridge and tiny wooden set of drawers next to it. And then there was, right in front of her, the white door to her giant bathroom.

Lady Vengeance sighed. "Oh, what will I do now...." Then it came to her. "Hello? Guys," she shouted, hopeing someone turned off the sound-proof-walls switch. "Anyone there?!" Her hair tumbled down her shoulders as she looked at her current appearal. Someone had changed her top to ..... "Oh, Gawd!" Wrapped around her upper body, from her breasts to her waist, was the stretchy beige material that doctors used. Her breasts were, surprisingly, not smushed to death. A heavy sigh escaped her as she realized that the wrap and some underwear with short shorts was all she had on.