{Cisco’s response to Vi’s letter}
Cisco,
I’m not sure when you’ll read this or when you’ll get back in town but I thought you deserved an explanation. I was just as stupid as ever. Actually worse. See, finding people that I love? That was actually a really bad idea for me. Because I got all cocky and stuff. And I messed up. I owe this man. I don’t know his name. But the Los Lobos in Detroit… They’re friends with my mom. Well… They were. I mean. She died, I guess. But my second cousin. He called me and said I needed to help the family business. And I thought I should because that’s what family does, right? Helps each other? And I had to go fix a problem with this other gang. I don’t want to say their name. Frankly, it doesn’t even matter. But I got in over my head. I tried to steal back a lot of blood money and I got caught. It’s purely my fault. So, I’ve decided to stop trying to be something I’m not. Hell, maybe I’m not even your half-sister. Maybe it’s just a coincidence and this entire time I’ve just been delusional. But Barry told me that he was tired of my dramatics. He told me that I need to leave him alone. So this is me ending the melodrama. I know it seems counterintuitive given that suicide is a pretty dramatic way to go but they were going to kill me anyway. The leader is a meta. He’s in my head, somehow. And the only way to pay my debt was to give information on the Flash. Obviously I was not going to give useful information but I was idiotic to think I could have it all. I just wanted to say that I love you. You can use your powers for good, too, Cisco. Just don’t make the mistake Barry is. You need a support group. You’ll go insane if you don’t.
Thank you for being apart of my life even just for this short period,
Violet
Cisco fumbled with his keys as he made his way up to his apartment. The door swung open to an empty apartment. Vi must be out still, or over at the Queen’s place. He dropped his duffle on the floor and his keys felt to the counter with a crash as he crossed to the fridge for a beer. As he took the top off, he noticed a note on the counter. Hmm, maybe a shopping list? Vi must have been craving mint chocolate chip ice cream again. He thought with a smile. He unfolded the note with ease, sipping his beer as he began to read.
You deserved an explanation. “An explanation for what?” Cisco said aloud to himself as he continued to read. Barry told me he was tired of my dramatice. He told me I need to leave him alone. “Aw, Hell no. Nobody tells my sister than without going though me. What a jerk.” Suicide. Cisco immediately stopped reading, feeling the energy building up in his system. He dropped the note and brought his hand to his face. She wouldn’t. Violet wouldn’t. She’s a sweetheart. She can’t. Why? Why was this happening now? Cisco picked the letter back up and saw as the room changed around him.
It was dark, cold, and eerily quiet in the place. He looked around and saw Violet sitting against a wall, slumped over, eyes closed She was still breathing. Her phone lit up beside her, the time said 11pm that night.
The vibe ended, and Cisco immediately glanced at the clock. It was 6pm. “Shit!” He said, shaking out his hand and fumbling to enter in Len’s phone number. He couldn’t text with how shaky his hands were, but he could call and leave a voicemail.
“I think there’s something wrong with Vi. I kind of vibed it. She’s in some sort of warehouse, looked abandoned. She wasn’t moving. -pause- I realize you have no reason to trust me after last night and whatnot, but I really think she’s in trouble, and you’re the first person I thought of. Please help her, I can’t. Not right now anyway. Thanks.” -end call-
Cisco backup 