Violet? Violet! Violet.
She opens her eyes to see her police liaison worriedly shaking her hand. The doctor shushes him off and asks Violet if she can tell her what day it is.
Violet says nothing.
The doctor begins to tell her how she's had surgery when her liaison cuts her off, "She knows already. She's a forensics examiner for the government. She's top of her class at catching these types of ... criminals."
The doctor continues, "still I have to inform Violet of the procedure performed to save her life cost her the ability to bear children."
Violet blinks.
The liaison leads the doctor out of the room and comes back to her bedside, "What do you need?"
Violet blinks. Then goes back to staring at the ceiling, slowly a small smile begins to form.
Cut to a diner and Violet is coming out of her daze. It's weeks later and she hasn't spoken a word since. Her liaison is snapping his fingers, "Listen you may have all of those paper pushers fooled into letting you come back to work. Office duty my ass. I know, you. There's something wicked coming and it's not natural."
Violet smiles and taps her communication device, a mechanical voice says, "Happy Hallows Eve."
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Violet's Revenge
FanfictionInspired by Ren Makes Music, "Violet's Tale" this imagining expands his dead-end tale into a video game pitch very much like 'Dead by Daylight.' Would you like to play?
