Forgotten - A Skulduggery Pleasant Fanfic (COMPLETE)

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Allara screamed.
The pain, now that the adrenaline was gone, was the worst she had ever experienced. She writhed, trying to pull the lance out of her arm, but only succeeded in cutting her hands on the sharp edges, letting blood drip onto the carpet.
She tried to prepare a flame, air, anything, but the pain was so strong she couldn't concentrate properly.
She felt tears well up and opened her eyes.
Erin looked over her.
A war raged behind the redheaded girls eyes. Her emotions were indistinguishable from each other, each one passing through quickly before swirling back into the midst.
Now that Allara got a good look at her friend's eyes, she found she didn't recognise them.
"I'm not going to say much here." Erin said. "It seems you're incapable of fighting back, so I'll just make it quick."
Another lance pierced Allara's skin, and a fresh scream erupted, abruptly cut off as another one went through her. She was in shock, the pain becoming too much, too soon. She couldn't scream anymore.
Slowly, she looked down.
The lance was in her stomach.
"So anyway, if you have questions, ask them now." Erin said, "I'll happily answer them. Since you're dying and all."
Only one question came to Allara's mind.
"Were you the one who broke into my house?  That tore my family apart?"  Allara asked, gasping from the pain.
"Huh?"  Erin tilted her head, "I have nothing to do with that.  I'm after you, not your Dad.  He can do whatever."  She shrugged.
"Then who did it?" Allara asked.  Erin stuck her hands in her pockets and kicked at the ground.
"Heck if I know." She said.
Allara's vision faded suddenly, she coughed blood. Erin looked startled.
"I guess I've done a messy job of this." She said, bending down.
"You were always like that." Allara replied. She felt her eyes closing. Erin watched, and suddenly a great sadness took over her.
What was the point?
She thought back to that night, to what happened.
Allara's ignorance.
Everyone else's kidnapping, screaming for help as they were dragged up the stairs and to their demise.
Sitting against a wall, huddled together, as the man...that man...told them their fate.
Watching everyone else's horrific deaths.
His eyes.
Those dark, bottomless voids of black which looked into her very soul.
The words he spoke to her.
Kill her.  She is worthless.
Erin gasped, a sudden realisation hitting her.  The memories, they suddenly came back as clear as day, as if somebody had been hiding them behind a wall.
The man.  He spoke to her.  He told her things she couldn't believe were true.
He told her she was the one to kill Allara.  The one to remove that person from the picture.
He said Allara was at fault for that night.
And then...yes, that was it.
There had been another person.
A boy with floppy blonde hair and stark green eyes.
The one that helped her escape.
That told her what to do.
That built the wall in her mind, separating her good memories of Allara from the bad.

"Oh my god..."  Erin dropped to her knees, staring at her friend, her best friend, who was now unconscious, bleeding out, dying.  "What have I done?"
"What have you done, Madison?"  A voice came from behind her and Erin whipped around to see the green-eyed boy, chewing on a piece of gum, staring into her soul so intensely she almost felt pain.
"Allara's the enemy, isn't she?  She's the one that caused all this.  That caused your scars.  Don't you want true revenge?  Don't you want to kill her?"  Jay Wilde asked.  A tickling began in Erin's mind.
"You can't control me!"  She shouted suddenly, realising what he was doing.  She leaped to her feet, stepping backwards over Allara's body, the shadows beginning to writhe and swirl over her arms.
"Hmmm?  What are you doing?  You don't want to kill me, do you?"  Jay asked, stepping forward.  He looked down at Allara's body, the shadow lance in her stomach, and he stepped over her, kicking the lance and making it go deeper.
"Oops." He said, not losing eye contact with the red-haired girl.
"Why...why would you make me kill my best friend?"  Erin asked, the shadows becoming more agitated now.  She was going to strike at any minute.
"Hey now, you don't want to kill me.  Calm down."  Jay said.  Terrifyingly, Erin could feel his words beginning to work their magic on her.
But how?
"Stop it."  She whispered, "I don't want to be trapped again."
"But when you were, you didn't remember if, right?  It was blissful ignorance.  Just get rid of the bad guy."  Jay said.
"No, stop!  I don't want to kill good people."  Erin said, the walls beginning to rise.
"Come on, Madison.  You weren't killing good people.  You never killed a good person.  They don't exist."  He replied.
"Stop!"  The shadows burst out of her hands, aiming for Jay.  She waited for the impact, for him to die, for his magic to stop working on her.
A dull thump sounded throughout the room.  The sound of her shadows hitting something.
Slowly, she cracked open an eye.
Allara stood, eyes half-open, blood dribbling from the corner of her mouth. Shadows pierced her body, everywhere.
Erin's shadows.
The scream never escaped Erin's mouth.
The shadows recoiled and the body slumped forward, revealing Jay standing behind, hands up, smiling.
"Oh no, you killed her."  He said.  "But, that's what you wanted to do, right?  You wanted to get revenge." 
"What did you do?"  Erin whispered, "what did you make me do?"
"I didn't make you do anything.  You attacked me, and I found a shield.  Human or not, it worked."  Jay skipped over Allara's body once again, coming closer to the young necromancer.  "You'll listen to me, right?"  He asked. "After all, this is bigger than you know.  You are going to have a much more important role in things from now on."
The walls rose.
Higher.
Higher.
He stared into her eyes, his own bright green ones swirling with an untamed malice. 
Erin couldn't tear herself away.