10 - Escapees

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Oliver had gracefully given me the rest of the day off. After my little meeting with Roy, my mood had taken a nose dive. Oliver had noticed and knew I wasn't much use in the office in a bad mood. So with a small smile and quick shove out the door, I was left alone to think on my way home, which was never a good thing. I walked the streets of the city, trying to figure out why my day had quickly ended so badly.

I blamed Roy Harper.

My life had been so easy only a matter of weeks ago. My life had been full of kicking ass, teasing Oliver Queen and eating crappy takeaway with Ruby and Douglas late at night, trailing some rouge methuman. Now, my life was a big fat mess. Margo had dropped in from her own world, dragging Barry and Roy with her. She had told us crazy things and took off in a blink, leaving us fighting the same battle but on a different front. Roy had been dumped in my lap by her and I wasn't much of a babysitter. He had made everything more complicated somehow and I didn't know why and I didn't know how to fix it. I needed to punch something, like right now. Letting out my frustration was the best method of anger management I knew but there was something I had to do first. Something I knew I could try and fix right now.

I stood outside the dance studio, watching through the crack in the double doors. I had never been within the walls of The Star City Ballet Company, knowing it wasn't somewhere I would fit it and I was very right. Down the hall were at least six thin girls, all with tight buns and faded pink pointe shoes on. They were spread out on the floor, each doing some complicated stretching which looked painful. I heard the faint mutter of words, probably gossiping. I ignored their glances thrown in my direction and continued to watch the rehearsal going on behind the closed doors. I barely got a good gawk but I managed to spot Ruby near the back, her movements graceful and beautiful. The music ended and a high pitched voice echoed from the room, it was a faint French accent.

I stepped away quickly, letting the stream of ballerinas out of their three hour long rehearsal, waiting for a familiar blonde to appear. I hadn't seen Ruby in two days, she had stopped by the house to grab some of her clothing before leaving again. "Ruby, hey!" I called out when she popped around the door frame, her hair tied back and a black sweater thrown over her leotard.

"Violet, what are you doing here?" Ruby asked quickly, grabbing my hand and tugging me away from the other girls who were piled in the hallway still. "You know the company doesn't like uninvited visitors during rehearsal." I didn't know that little fact but I didn't bother telling her that since I knew by the look in her eye, she was already annoyed.

I pulled my arm from her tight grip and straightened my shoulders, giving her a cold stare. "I'm not here because I want to be, believe it or not. You know how I feel about your day job...but nevertheless, I'm here because of Douglas."

"Is something wrong?" Ruby's voice hitched up, worry settling in.

I shook my head. "Yes, but nothing like that."

Ruby relaxed, tugging the bag that swung from her shoulder up. "What is it then?"

I sat into my hip, nearly rolling my eyes at her. Ruby knew what was wrong, she had created this void in our house now with her not being there. I knew Douglas was stubborn when he wanted to be and Ruby was just about as bitchy as me. So, since I knew my two best friends pretty well by now, I knew I was going to have to play mediator. "I don't know what the hell is going on with you two, but I'm ending it. I can't stand it, it's tearing apart our fragile living arrangements and I don't want to have to move out."

Ruby sighed, running a hair across her face. "I'm sorry, Violet. I didn't know this would happen. I didn't know he would take the news so badly."

I knew for a fact that they hadn't broken up. I would be on the ice cream run for weeks and since that hadn't happen yet, I was guessing their relationship wasn't over just yet. "What happened?" I questioned.

"I got accepted into the Coast City theatre dance program," Ruby stated.

I stared at her. "Why is that bad news?"

Ruby was quiet for a moment. "It's a two year contract. I would have to move to Coast City. When I told Douglas, he just flipped."

I eyed my pretty blonde friend. I knew her life was pretty much all about dancing and Douglas. It must be killing her to have to choose between the two of them. "Oh, so you're moving then?"

Ruby shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't decided what to do."

"Well, maybe instead of avoiding it you should talk about it with Douglas. I know that sort of decision isn't something you should make without talking it through with him, he's your boyfriend, Ruby."

Ruby nodded, nibbling at her bottom lip. "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Well, what do you think? You really want me out of Star City so badly, huh?" Ruby asked, a hint of a joke in her light voice. I hadn't liked Ruby in the beginning, we were extremely different girls but she was the closest thing I had to a sister and I wasn't used to not having her around now. I even enjoyed her rants about glitter nail polish and never ending bickering about the girls she danced with.

I pulled her into a hug. "I would miss you. But if it's something you want then I wouldn't stand in your way."

Ruby sighed against my shoulder, her head nesting in my chest because she was so short. "Thanks, Violet. I would miss you too, believe it or it."

She pulled back with a smile, then her eyes narrowed at me. "Wait, why are you not at work?"

I shrugged. "Oliver sent me home early since I was in a bad mood."

"Why, what happened?"

"Roy stopped by," I confessed quietly, eyes avoiding her heavy gaze. "He stormed out in a huff like a bloody preteen hormonal girl. Talk about a drama queen." Ruby was grinning now though and that ticked me off. "What?" I questioned her.

"He's getting under your skin," Ruby replied.

"So?" I eyed her.

Ruby was already backing away, her hands up in defence. "You totally like him."

I almost started laughing at her poor attempt at a joke. "I do not like him. I hate him."

Ruby just continued to grin like an idiot. "Whatever you say, Violet."

I watched as she joined her friends, blending into the crowd of pretty and pink. I shook my head lightly and headed towards the exist. There was no way I liked Roy Harper. Right?


That night I was cooped up on the couch, a bowl of hot soup resting in my lap. Douglas was beside me, dipping bread into his own soup. His attention was on the television, watching the latest episode of Suits. It was nearly ten o'clock, way past the normal visiting hours. So when there was a knock at the door we both glanced at each other. I placed down my bowl and went for the front door, flicking on the porch light.

I yanked open the door, finding a familiar face. "Roy?" I questioned quietly. "What are you doing here?"

Roy inched closer, his hand flared on the brick wall beside me. "We've got a problem." There was something in the way his eyes looked at me, something was wrong.

"Uh, what kind of problem?"

"Those two metahumans from the other night, they got out of Iron Heights."

I shook my head. "That's impossible. There is no way they could have gotten out--" My sentence was cut off by a cackle of a laugh, echoing through the night air. The laugh chilled my bones, creating a hole in my chest which throbbed with blind rage. Roy was pushed aside and there stood Killer Frost, the glow of the light making her shimmer.

"We're back," She sang out, giving me a quick smirk.

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