Miss Violet was walking to her room to recharge her battery. It sucked sometimes she had to take a break from being the guard of everyone here. She stopped, looking down the stairs, going wide eyed. Before her was the sight of her friends Dr. Flug and Demencia looking up at a hero. She knew that hero all too well. It was Captain Violet, a very strong hero. This was her father, Chris Violet.
Miss Violet walked down the stairs, grabbing the man by the shoulder and punching him full force. He stumbled back, glaring at the woman before him.
"Don't touch me!" Chris snapped at her. "I'm going to take the head scientist and assassin out! Stay out of my way or I'll take you out too!"
"You're not going to do that," Miss Violet purred.
"Why's that?"
"It's sad to see you can't even recognize your own daughter," Miss Violet chuckled. "Have I really been gone that long?"
Chris went wide eyed, looking up at his baby girl. This heartless hunk of metal couldn't be his child. Someone who worked for Black Hat wasn't his child. He rushed out her, looking ready to tear her apart for even suggesting that was his baby girl. She just smiled, stepped out of the way, and held a cold blade to his throat.
"See, I know everything about you. You get too hot headed and rush at people like that. Usually they can't stop it but I can. I warned you to never step foot in this building. I know you got my letter. Is that why you are here? Well Dad, I have to keep my promise to my boss. You know he's a real nice guy. He actually takes care of me unlike you. So bye!"
In one motion the blade went right through his skin and veins like it was butter. He fell forward, looking up at his daughter. He knew now this really was her. That she was embracing what he saw in her a long time ago. A darkness that would allow her to hurt and destroy anyone and anything. He was just going to be a number, he thought has his life faded away.
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Miss Violet looked up when she heard someone teleport behind her. She sighed a bit, not ready to fight another hero. She was already holding one new hero who wanted to take out Black Hat. She turned around and blinked.
This was the hero Blink. This was Zoe Violet, Miss Violet's mother.
"I thought you were in retirement," Black Hat told the woman.
"I was but now I need to talk to you," Zoe told him, walking over. Black Hat didn't move or call for Miss Violet to kill her.
"Yes?"
"I made a deal with you a long time ago to never kill my husband and you went behind my back and did it anyway! I thought you were up to make a deal and kept to it."
"I do. You see while he was killed in my manor, I never even saw him alive. It was my lovely guard over there who killed him."
Zoe looked up, blinking at the robot. She looked at the villain, narrowing her eyes.
"You turned my baby girl into a guard and a robot?" Zoe hissed.
"I made a deal and kept to it," Black Hat told her, sitting at his desk. "Get out of my office before I have to kill you too."
It happened so fast Miss Violet barely had time to react. Zoe teleported behind Black Hat, pouring something over him that made him cough. She reached forward and started to chock him out, seeming to be doing it. Miss Violet panicked, not wanting to see her boss die. So she, before even thinking, shot her mother right through her forehead.
Zoe went wide eyed, falling backwards, a pool of blood gathering around her. Black Hat sat up, rubbing his throat.
Miss Violet just stood there before, in her own way, she fainted.
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"Do you regret anything Miss Violet?" Squawk asked her. She was making him some tea since he was still shaken up about his first kill. She didn't blame him since she had been too.
She looked up, thinking of the people she had taken the life of. Two or the large number was her parents. She had to think about her answer long and hard. She smiled, placing the tea in front of the man.
"I have to be honest here. I don't regret a single thing I've ever done."
