Not What She Seems

Can You Tell Me?

*WARNING: IF THERE IS A POSSIBLE CHANCE YOU CAN GET SCARED, PLEASE, I HIGHLY ADVISE YOU TO SKIP THE BOLD PART AND MOVE RIGHT ON TO THE STORY. I'VE WARNED YOU. YOU ARE DOING THIS AT YOUR OWN RISK NOW, I AM NOT TO BLAME FOR ANY NIGHTMARES AFTER THIS POINT. FOR THE FUTURE, PEOPLE WHO READ THIS PART, PLEASE DO NOT COMMENT WHAT HAPPENED HERE IN CASE OF READERS GETTING SCARED.

The child ran away from her "mother". Her mother said she wanted to play with her, but the child noticed something different about her. What was different? Her mother's eyes. Her mother had these beautiful, festive, hazel colored eyes. There was always this little spark in them, this little spark that danced with liveliness, this little spark that always managed to cheer someone up when they're down. But now? Now it was gone. Instead, it was replaced by an unnatural eye color—the white part of her eye was green, a deep forest green, and the inside was white. The child hid in a closet, in which she saw her mom hiding in too.
"Mommy, mommy are you real?" the child asked, shaking her mother's shoulder.
"Why won't you come and play with me?" the mother asked, while she turned her head slowly to reveal the unnatural eye color again. The child screamed. She had barricaded the closet in hopes of being safe from her "mother".
"Don't try to run, #%€¥*$ (name censored for audience enjoyment for people who want to figure out who the people are), just play with me please, you wanted to play, now let's play! You keep on trying to run from me, when will you realize that I am with you. Always. I am in you. You cannot escape part of yourself, my daughter..."

*****

"We need your help." I say.
"Yavara, you're just gonna act all casual? Like he isn't Varvel Vel-Merr?" Relvin exclaimed.
  "So what?" I shrug.
  "So what? Do you know how many people want him? People have been searching for him for years! He's one of the last people alive who knows how Humaverans are created!" Verlynn exclaims.
  "Wait a minute, I thought you never had any children. Even if you did, I've never heard of someone sharing your last name besides your wife." Ravamara questions, folding her arms.
  "Mm, your right. I don't have children to the public's eye," Grandpa says, "you're right. There was no Aymara Vel-Merr or Avarra Vel-Merr, but there was an Aymara Sarelli and Avarra Sarelli. If I kept my children open to the public's eye, none of you would've been alive right now because your mothers would've been dissected in attempts to recreate Humaverans. Well...maybe....nah still both of them, but if they ran out of sleeping gas, then it'd just be one, Avarra has one killer kick." Grandpa sits down uninterested, picking his fingernails.
  "Anyways, why am I here." Grandpa asks, quickly getting to the point.
  "Something's wrong with your daughter." I finally say.
  "You bet there is, she doesn't like salty popcorn. Just kidding, what do you mean." Grandpa asked.
  "She's acting all weird—she's acting nicer and it's creeping me out." Ravamara stated.
  "Mmm, I've narrowed it down to one thing. She's hiding something really important and doesn't want to tell you guys because trust me, sometimes it's better not to know than to know." Grandpa comments.
  "I second that." Ravamara comments.
  "Do you know what she could possibly be hiding?" Markus asks.
  "No, not really....no idea except...OH HOHO! That's not good." Grandpa exclaims.
  "What?" Verlynn asks.
  "I think I know what she's hiding." Grandpa answers with this mischievous smirk on his face.
  "What? Can you tell us so we can make her feel better?" Allister exclaims.
  "Sorry, no can do Allister. It's not something that can really, supposedly make her feel better." Varvel answers.
  "What...do you mean?" Verlynn asks.
  "I mean, the reason she's hiding this secret is for you guys' own safety. I would've thought she'd of told you guys earlier but clearly she didn't, so now it's destroying her from the inside. It's getting harder for her to keep this from you." Varvel states.
  "Please, we promise we'll keep quiet!" Savara begs.
  "If I told you guys, I'd be putting your lives at risk. Your mother would kill me if she found out I told you guys. No amount of crazy, super overpowered Humaverans could stop her from killing me then. Also, that'd be a sad way to die. 'Death by ferocious beast' is not exactly what I'd like to see on my tombstone. If you guys really want to know, ask Yavara. She knows." Varvel suggests.
  "Wait! Is it true? Is my mother Humaveran?" Ravamara asks in a hurry.
  "No, not even close." he says.
  ***Ravamara
  I stop and pause. I remember what mom told me about grandpa. About him lying.
  "You're lying." I say firmly.
  "What?" he asks, truly confused.
  "Mom said that you were a liar." I blurt out. This causes Varvel to burst out in a fit of laughter in the chair he was now sitting in, he put the leg that was resting on top of the other down and kept laughing.
  "Of course, besides being soft and nice, Avarra was also very persuasive, very manipulative and you won't even realize it. Props to her mother for that. Listen to yourself, Ravamara. Do you actually think I would come all the way over here JUST to lie to you guys? I could care less if I lied or not. Geez, I have a life you know. Who has time to drive an extra ten miles to come LIE to you. She straight out lied to you. How old were you when she told you that?" Varvel asks.
  "Like 5 years." I say.
  "Perfect age to manipulate people. She straight out lied to you. It was for a good reason though, she couldn't take any chances of me telling you anything." Varvel states.
  Then, I remembered something from when she told me that. When mom told me that, she crouched down halfway and told me that, her hair was moving because she was moving before. When her hair moved, I noticed there was a claw mark on her neck. Three of them, almost all of the same length.
  "What about the claw marks? The ones on mom's neck." I ask before he walks away.
  "The claw marks?" he spins around, shocked.
  "Yes, the claw marks." I repeat.
  "How did you find out about those?" He asks.
  "I saw them on her neck when she was telling me something." I respond.
  "All I can say is her mother caused them. The rest is not my place to tell." Varvel says.
  "Also, what about the cut." I ask again.
  "You're gonna have to be specific." He tells me.
  "The cut under mom's left eye. How did that happen?" I ask him.
  "Aymara, your mother," Varvel says, pointing to Verlynn, "caused that cut. The argument they got in nearly 17 years ago. I was there. Your mother accidentally cut her with her nails when she was doing something.". Verlynn's mouth drops right open.
"Not as innocent as she made herself seem, right? Aymara always likes to play victim when whatever happened was her fault." Varvel says, smiling.
"Your mother was in the shower when I came right?" Varvel questions.
"Yeah." Verlynn replies.
"Well usually since she doesn't like staying alone in secluded areas, she came out of the shower a long time ago. Also, if I know Avarra well, whenever she hears my voice she'll hide somewhere around here. Probably a hallway down, where she can still hear me, but I honestly don't care so..." Varvel trails off.
"Well, oh—oh no. I could recognize that perfume smell from anywhere. I need to go. Just remember this if you want to find out your mother's secret: 5949396." Varvel says quickly, before removing evidence of him being here.
"I need to go now. See you guys later, maybe never, who knows." Varvel says, waving us goodbye.
"Great. So now how are we going to solve this?" Verlynn asks.
"Maybe we don't solve it. Maybe it solves itself..." I respond, thinking. Mom, can you tell me? I think.