Becca's POV
I sat on the ledge overlooking the broken helicopters, munching on an apple. I put the can of peaches Ghetto gave me in my pack.
Nick was probably gathering supplies for the journey, as well as Shark and AK. Jin was...somewhere. I wasn't really sure. I just sat there, absentmindedly eating my apple and remembering better times here.
Becky's POV (Yay, New POV)
Found anything, Rebekitah?
No...we can't give up hope, though. We have to find this thing.
Ok....
I can speak to Rebekitah through telepathy. I know we're both in Becca's mind, but just go with it.
(-_-)
I flitted (I swear these are words! Ugh.) through Becca's memories, looking for anything unusual.
I sometimes paused on certain memories, smiling all the while.
Becca playing with Thomas.
Becca's first choir concert.
Becca's first day of middle school.
Becca playing with Sophie in elementa....
Wait...Becca didn't meet Sophie until high school. Something is here.
You're all probably confused. I'm sure the author wouldn't mind me explaining.
(-_-)
I'll take that as a yes.
Basically, when we reside in a memory for too long, it starts to change itself, melding with more recent memories. It doesn't affect Becca at all, but it can be annoying. We usually have to wait a few days for the memory to correct itself before returning.
This memory though...this one is melded severely with recent ones. This is supposed to be Becca playing with Katherine in elementary, not Sophie. The schoolyard is melded with all the elementary schools' schoolyards she's been to.
Rebekitah! I think I found something!
I felt Rebekitah lock onto my essence and she materialized next to me.
Holy crap. Something is here.
Her ocean blue eyes flashed. The memory melted away to reveal a figure.
It looked like Becca from her dimension. She was a wreck, though. Her clothes were tattered and ripped. Her dull white eyes screamed madness.
I backed up in horror.
What is that?!
The thing that is torturing Becca by taking over.
The thing laughed.
OH, I'VE BEEN FOUND OUT. THAT'S UNFORTUNATE.
I tried to hold back a laugh, so it came out as a snort. Her voice sounded like a woman trying to talk in a deep male voice. I shook my head and glared at her.
What the heck are you?
DOES IT MATTER?
Kinda, yeah.
WELL, TOO BAD.
She began to disappear.
OH NO YOU DON'T!
OH NO YOU DON'T!
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