Black. 

That was all Violet could see. 

She was trapped in the blackness. 

"Hello?" She called. 

Her voice echoed through the dark. 

Violet was confused. 

The last thing she remembered, was sneaking up on Hawkeye, and then she blacked out. 

Her footsteps echoed as she tried to find a way out. 

"Ugh!" 

She sat down on the cold black floor and sighed. 

She noticed that she was no longer in her battle clothes, but instead, she was now in a Parisian navy floral print cold shoulder top, ripped white Vila Vicrush skinny jeans, with women's riddle flat sling nude sandals, her violet hair was in a medium high ponytail with a fishtail braid on the side. 

Hanging around her neck was her normal pendants, consisting of a crescent moon choker, and a Belcho star pendant necklace. 

"Great. I'm stuck in darkness and my clothes magically changed." 

A sharp pain appeared in her head. 

"Agh!" She said, clutching her head. 

The blackness turned to white, blinding Violet. 

Laughter suddenly rang out through the empty space.

Violet shot up. 

"Hello?" 

No answer. 

The white light got brighter, and a strong wind broke out.

 Violet struggled to hold her balance due to the winds strength. 

She couldn't keep her feet planted on the ground. 

Violet felt like she was trapped in a tornado, spinning round and round, never being let down.

 Suddenly the wind stopped, and the white light disappeared. 

Violet lay flat on the ground, not moving, her breaths fast and shallow. 

She heard laughter, and bolted up. 

Her surroundings had changed. 

She was standing in a living room surrounded by people. 

There was a mother, father, two sons, and a daughter. They sat at a kitchen table eating dinner, and having family time.

 "It all seem so familiar." 

She sat on the couch and watched as the family ate dinner. When they all got finished and made their way into the living room Violet watched as the three kids played Poker, then headed off to bed.

Violet felt that something wasn't right. 

She could feel it in the pit of her stomach, like she had been through this before. 

It hadn't been very long since the little family had gone to bed. 

Violet had even fallen asleep herself. 

Suddenly a loud noise woke Violet up from her slumber. 

Fire had caught in the kitchen. 

"I remember this. Mamma forgot to blow out the candle before going to bed." 

Violet was shocked at how she remembered this.

 Nobody knew what was happening. 

There was a fire, and everybody was still sound asleep. 

Violet began to panic. 

If somebody didn't wake up, they would all die.

 Violet watched in horror, as the fire spread up the curtains, and into the master bedroom. 

She knew it was too late for her parents, so she ran into her room. 

Her and her brother were still sound asleep, not knowing what was going on. 

Then she remembered something. 

Violet looked around the small room, and found one of her brothers marbles. 

She chucked it at the bed, and woke her younger self up.

 "I remember that. I felt something hard hit me and I woke up." 

Her younger self looked around with sleepy eyes. 

She smelt the smoke, and Violet knew if the two didn't get out soon, they never would. 

Luckily, her younger self smelt the smoke and woke up her brother.

 Together the two climbed out of the window, and into the alley below.

 Violet followed suit, but not before praying for her parents. 

Violet climbed down the fire escape, and into the alley, and watched as the apartment building went up in flames. 

Her and her brother were now orphans. 

Another sharp pain found its way into Violet's head. She clutched it in pain. 

The bright light appeared again, as did the wind.

 Violet knew not to fight it, and she let the wind sweep her away. 

When Violet landed, the scene had changed. 

She was now, older, maybe about 12, in Central Park hawking headlines. 

Next to her was her brother, and her best friend.

 "That's right, after Mamma and Pappa died, Anthony and I became Newsies, and Jack was my best friend." 

She watched as Anthony and Jack, walked away leaving her younger self alone to sell the rest of her papers.

 Suddenly, the memory came rushing back to Violet.

 Before she could blink, her younger self had been pulled into a carriage, and driven away.

The head pain and the wind came for the third time, and carried Violet to a different scene. 

This time, it was in the blistering heat of the summer. 

She saw Jack, David, Les, Boots, and herself walking into Brooklyn. 

"That's when we went to recruit Spot for the strike." 

She watched as Jack and Spot talked, and herself and Les watched the water waves. 

Jack, David, and Boots went to leave, and herself starting to walk away, before the King of Brooklyn stopped her. 

"He told me to meet him there that night." 

Violet had a goofy grin on her face, remembering their first meeting. 

The scene changed, to when they had won the fight between the Newsies and the scabs. 

Denton was ready to take the picture, and Violet watched as Spot took her younger selfs face and kissed her, as the flash from the camera.

The wind came again, but this time, there was no head pain. 

Violet was remembering things without the help of the pain. 

She found herself, and Alicia walking into the Lodging House, after she had left the previous month. 

Violet smiled sadly, as she watched Skittery get kicked out. 

"If only we had known what was going to happen." 

The scene changed again, and Violet, Jack and Les were standing in the kitchen of the Evans couple. 

Violet tensed up as she remembered how they died. 

Violet remember how relieved she felt when Snipeshooter had called her to tell her the Summers brothers had 'disappeared' and they could go home. 

Les was jumping up and down with excitement and Jack and herself laughed at the little kid.

The scene changed, to that fateful night. 

The night of The Manhattan Newsboy Lodging House Massacre. 

Violet felt sick to her stomach as she watched her friends get killed. 

There were only two people left standing, Spot, and herself. 

A tear escaped Violet's eye as she watched Spot take his last breath. 

Violet felt a pain in her chest as she watched as her older brother stabbed her directly in the heart. 

She let out an ear piercing scream as her younger self took her last breath.

It all came rushing back.

 All the fake memories Strucker planted into her head, disappeared, revealing her true memories of her friends. 

She remembered Jack and how they used to dream of escaping the bitter streets of New York, Alicia and how they planned their weddings before they ever had a relationship, Les and how adorable he was, David and how he taught her about life, and taught her to read and write, Blink and how they would joke around and laugh like there was no tomorrow, Race and how they would depend on each other for everything, how they were the only thing each other had left, their twinstincts, and Spot and how there was a spark every time they touched, they kissed, made eye contact.

The last two years, Violet had been living a lie. 

She wasn't who Strucker told her she was. 

They kidnapped her, tortured her, made her evil. 

They made her forget her friends, they made her think her brother was dead. 

They made her think that nobody loved. 

They taught her to use her powers to take down the Avengers. 

They changed everything about her, her looks, her actions, her personality, everything.

The words came out of her mouth before she could process them. "I'm Luna Higgins."