Lost In Remnants

Roots

So this was supposed to be a Doctor chapter, but I have decided that you all deserve more Ellody. Because Ellody is a Monarch and amazing, and I feel bad for something coming up. Doesn't mean I'm going to change it though, but I also thought... What if Ellie came face to face with the root of trauma for their spirit sister?

In other words, what happens when the Remnant meets the Master? 😬🤔 Buckle up, Butterflies, this is a long one.

Ellie:

When Clara informed me that she wanted to visit 1999 at an age where she could fully enjoy the parties and revelry that took place, I did not imagine that within only two hours of us arriving in San Francisco she would fall ill with food poisoning from badly cooked fish. The night before December the 31st 1999, so would most likely be too unwell to enjoy any of the events planned until her body could keep down even the blandest and gentlest of foods.

I stayed by her side as she either slept or violently emptied her stomach into the hotel bathroom, holding back her hair, until I felt something. Something that I never wanted to be able to feel, because I had the echoes of the memories from it. 

Memories of having no control over your own body and mind, having it turned against you and enslaved by a man who claimed to love you, only despised you for not being your brother. I can feel you, Eliza, I know you are here. Come to me, Wife, and prove yourself worthy of my love.

"No!" I grabbed at the Interface, the only part of this body that truly belonged to me and tried desperately to sever the connection to us both, Clara stirring in bed beside me. "Get out of my head, you piece of dren!"

"Crimson, it's just a nightmare." She murmured sleepily, reaching out for my hand as my long dark hair slipped out of it's ponytail and covered over the silver and blue device at the nape of my neck, inserted between the three brain stems. "It's okay, Honey, promise."

If that monster of a man was anywhere near this body, even if Elizabeth herself was not currently the one in control of it, no one was safe. Especially not Clara. "I need some air, this room is rather stuffy. Will you be okay if I leave for a while?"

She slowly sat up, dark brown eyes confused and sleepy. "You don't feel temperature. Ellie, you okay? You don't seem great, like something... I want to say scared you, but you don't feel fear."

If there was something that could in still it within me, it was Him. "This is important, but I hope I will not be long. If you need me at any point, I will have my phone on me, and failing that, my mind will find yours. Do you mind?"

"I'm a big girl, I've had food poisoning before. I'll be fine, but will you be?"

All I did was gently kiss her forehead and grab my things to leave. A dagger set, my pulse pistol, and my tool belt holding my long black cardigan around myself. "Drink lots of water, and eat if you can. Sleep well."

And headed out into the streets of San Francisco, early in the morning so the sun was not yet risen. You do not stand a chance against Him, Ellody.

No, that is you. You do not stand a chance against Him because it is you who was under his control. I have not ever met Him, and I will be able to stop whatever He is about to attempt here. Whenever He is on Earth, we know that someone else will not be far behind.

If I am correct with where we are, and what incarnation of my Brother you will find, good luck with that. I cannot help you here, Ellody. If he were to get back into my mind, even in this state, then time could fall apart. You must kill him, Little Ellie, you cannot let him live.