greaterof2evils 💥 self
If Vivian's decision not to go to Utah had been one of self-preservation, then this would have been ironic. Being as it is, it's only more of the destruction that seems to follow her, fate she's angered by trying to have more than she deserves.
When they busted in--and they didn't have to bust much, she'd already done a lot of that herself--Viv was working on dismantling the kitchen. It wasn't her usual wham and bam, not to mention thank you ma'am, she was trying to tone it down and taking things apart by their screws. There was still no rational explanation for it and she was sure Wesley and Luna would be less than happy with her for ruining their one hideout, but she just couldn't help herself. All the emotions were too much for her to deal with: regret about not going, too much doubt to actually go now, coming back at all, not wanting to leave when she had a chance for more. The indecision was crippling her and she was in turn crippling the estate.
So she looked up from the floor, where she was in a squat, taking apart a cabinet and breathing hard with the small satisfaction, to see a nondescript black mask coming for her. Viv didn't know who it was, but she was always spoiling for a fight and this looked like just the person to give it to her. She quickly rose to her feet and backhanded him to the ground with a throaty chuckle--he hadn't been expecting it.
Except that he had. While she was laughing at him, he'd slid across the space between them faster than she could track and stabbed her in the ankle with some kind of tranquilizer. The instant sleepiness made her giddy, she was going down and hard, it was great. Maybe someone would actually kill her this time and that brought relief and elation. There was a stab of regret for her friend Warren, another for the friendship she'd never repair with Scarlett and the fact that she'd never find out what became of anyone else, but of course those were all good feelings in that odd way her thought process leaned toward destruction.
She's only woken up a handful of times in the two days since then and only for seconds at a time. There's nothing known to man that can restrain her aside from drugs, no cage that would withstand her being awake for longer than that. So to keep her captive, there must be an IV to keep her comatose and a feeding tube to keep her alive. But the second someone slips up and doesn't deliver that next dose on time, she's on and popping up out of there.

















