Embracing Darkness

A Game Changer (2)

Lizzie felt groggy as she tried to process what was happening. Her head was pounding and she was annoyingly tired. Despite that, she felt a strange sense of calm.

For the first time in a long time, she felt okay. Even though she had a headache, her mind was steady and she no longer felt like she was vibrating on the edge.

"Lizzie?"

She looked up and saw Josie staring at her worriedly. A flare of deep rooted rage made her clench her fist.

Anger. She was angry. And there was some sadness in there.

So she definitely didn't go full on sociopath. Damn, she really could have done without these excess emotions.

"Jo," She said, keeping her voice level as she mustered up some fake fear to let leak into her voice. Keeping up appearances would be key from here on out. With some difficulty, she managed to make her eyes water.

It was surprisingly harder than she thought it would be.

Josie quickly pulled her into a hug, her arms were wrapped around her tightly, whispering reassurances. Lizzie rested her head on her twin's shoulder, a scared expression fading away into something far darker.

She had no desire to hurt Josie. That was new. It made sense in a way. Before, her emotions had been overwhelming her, giving her every reason to get rid of the threat but now? Josie wasn't the threat.

She was.

And they would have no idea. Not until it was too late to turn back.

Lizzie could see Josie breathing shakily. Her sister was scared. For herself? Or Lizzie? She found she really didn't care either way.

Could she kill her? A part of her pondered this. Kill her own twin? That was a mystery, she wasn't certain she would ever find out.

Not if they managed to stop the merge. If not, she knew she could go through with it. She was born to survive. And if surviving meant hurting the only person that she still loved, that's what would happen.

Would she regret it? Most likely. But she would be alive, which would be the most important thing to her.

When the twins pulled away, Lizzie considered her sister. Josie had dark circles under her eyes and looked stressed.

"Are you okay?" Josie asked, softly. God, her sister was the sweetest girl alive. So fucking forgiving. It was her greatest strength and greatest weakness.

So easy to twist. And blinded her to reality.

"I'm okay," Lizzie said, before remembering the witches she hurt as Josie nodded, relaxing slightly.

Oops, probably should mention them, don't want them to realize she's gone off the rails quite yet.

Activating her shaky voice she looked at her sister. "The girls...the witches. I- uh, are they okay?"

Josie looked at her in relief. Thankful for the sign of remorse. If only she knew.

"They're okay. They're going to make a full recovery." Well, that sucked. All that hard work was put to waste. "Dad thinks it may be better if you stay away from them for now. They're a little shaken by what happened."

"Yeah, no, I get it," Lizzie said, lying through her teeth. As if, she would do anything that bastard wanted. "See them in the hallways, walk the other way."

"I'm glad you get it," She said, looking happy for a moment before a serious look appeared on her face. Oh, here she goes. "Liz?"

"Yeah," Lizzie said, meeting her gaze.