Not What She Seems

Who is She?

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  "I feel bad." the scientist said.
  "Why's that?" the man asked.
  "So many experiments. She's had so many experiments done on her." the scientist answered, looking at the little girl stuck in the capsule.
  "Yeah. But would you rather have her die?" the man asked again.
  "I've already cured that." the scientist stated.
  "Then why are you experimenting on her?" the man questioned.
  "Hm?" the scientist asked.
  "Why are you experimenting on her? On Evannah?" the man repeated.
  "No emotions. She can't feel anything. I don't want her to be like that." the scientist answered.
  "So she can't feel things like love, compassion, happiness, hatred, sadness....." the man listed.
  "Well, she can. It's just that she lacks the ability to really put them to use. To actually completely understand the emotion. She can feel them, it's just that she can't really.....know what it means. She could say she hates someone, but she won't know what it means. She could say she feels happy, but can't really understand that she's happy." the scientist explained.
  "Hey, €*¥%#?, is that supposed to happen? Is she supposed to be glowing?" the man pondered, walking up closer and very concerned. The scientist stood up and looked at the capsule through the glass. The child was now out of her original position of her head being buried in her knees and now was glowing as she was standing straight, her eyes were closed, her arms formed an X over her chest, and was floating higher than she was before. This glow. This yellow, heavenly glow emitted from her and now, an image of an angel formed behind her. All of a sudden, she disappeared. She wasn't in the capsule anymore. Suddenly, she fell from a portal and just before she hit the ground, she started levitating again. Almost immediately, she was back in the capsule. The scientist stood there, appalled.
  "What the.....? This is new. I've never seen this before. My experiments couldn't of done this. The only thing I could think is she had this all along......you are an anomaly, my daughter." the scientist stated.

*****

"I still can't believe you guys are siblings." I say.
"Ooh, who's room is that?" Yavara questions.
"I don't know...this is your house after all." Relvin answers. Yavara puts her ear on the door. I follow her in doing so too.
"......confused why you can't just tell her." I hear Yavara's mom say.
"Yeah, because you could do the same...right? What about with Ravamara....or with "you know what"." I hear Mavaro remark. Wait....or is it the other way around....no. This accent, it's a French accent and it's too strong to be Avarra's voice. Wait a minute.....what's wrong with Ravamara? I question.
"Because that's much more...complex." Avarra responds.
"Okay, I could let one of those slide, but the other is just as complicated as mine." Mavaro states.
"Still, even your best friend Armiah has told her children." Avarra states.
"Stop calling her that, I haven't even talked to her yet." Mavaro quickly replies defensively.
"Sureeee you haven't." Avarra comments sarcastically.
"Yeah. I haven't." Mavaro agrees.
"Uh-huh. Alright, fine, you win. What're you doing." Avarra says, suspicious.
"Huh? Oh I'm just playing around with Aymara. Causing her headaches, making her question her whole life and such." Mavaro responds.
"Ooh gimme." Avarra demands eagerly. It all goes quiet for a while.
"Mhmm ooh would ya look at that? There goes Armiah's number! Huh? I wonder why that's there." Avarra states.
"Oh great. Yeah, her number is there wow shocker now give me it back." Mavaro quickly demands
"Why are you so eager to get it back? Did you tell her something I don't know or are you afraid I'll wreck havoc on you guys' best friendiness?" Avarra asks, curious. Maj drags us away from the door. After he's pulled us some distance he lets go.
"Why'd you do that?" I question.
"Eavesdropping is bad. Don't be nosy." Maj comments. I turn to look at Relvin. His face is purple.
"What's wrong with you?" I ponder.
"Maj was yanking me by my collar and suffocating me." Relvin reveals.
"Sorry I'm not sorry." Maj comments.
"Go die in a hole." Relvin snaps back. Maj grins.
"I'd love to, but I'm just not DIGGING IT right now." Maj jokes. Oh no. Relvin has just unleashed a great evil no one can stop—the Old Man Pun Maker Maj.
"HEY! I MADE THAT JOKE ONCE!!!" Yavara exclaims.
"Why am I friends with a whole bunch of idiots." I mutter.
"Where are we even walking to in the first place?" Relvin questions.
"To the cuisine." Yavara answers.
"Huh?" I ask.
"Kitchen." Maj explains.
"Great. I'm hungry." I state.
"The cuisine up in the grenier." Yavara specifies.
"Attic." Maj explains again.
"You have a kitchen in your attic?" I question, shocked.
"Mhmm. Bien sûr, nous avons même un espace de repaire là-haut. Nous regardons des films là-haut. Un samedi, nous regarderons un film PG, puis nous regarderons un film PG-13 le samedi suivant ou un film classé R." Yavara explains in French.
"She said they even have a hang out space where they watch movies. Sometimes a PG one for the younger kids, or a PG-13 one for older people, or sometimes a rated R movie." Maj translates.
"How come you guys know French and I don't?" I ponder.
"Because your mom was so focused on being the complete opposite of my mom that she decided not to teach you French. That or she wanted some privacy so you couldn't eavesdrop on her." Yavara explains again.
"How are you so sure?" I ask.
"I'm not. It just sounds like something she'd do. She's bent the truth so much by only telling one side of the story to make you not even want to be related to her. She didn't explain it all. If you forced her enough to, she would've snapped. She would've told you the whole story. But you pitied her so much not to ask of the whole story, so she told you what you wanted to hear. What would keep you satisfied." Yavara informs me, tracing the words on her 8th grade ring.
"What are you talking about?" I ask.
"Didn't she tell you? Your mother gave my mother permission to experiment on you, meaning she agreed to doing it, yet she got mad at my mother that it didn't go as planned. Funny, right? Considering my mother didn't get mad at yours every time she did something that hurts her." Yavara says, disinterestedly.
"Permission? So...she never just did it carelessly?" I ponder, shocked.
"Nope. She was going to do it on a bunny first. But hey, past is the past. Nothing we can do to change it." Yavara says, shrugging it off cheerfully. She walks up a set of stairs and enters the attic. I follow her. Wow! The attic is huge. There's the kitchen in front of us and the hangout space to the right.
"There you guys are!" Ravamara exclaims, letting Alton run towards Yavara and wrap himself around Yavara's leg. Yavara picks. him up as he's giggling.
"What're we watching?" Yavara questions like nothing ever happened.
  "I don't know.....Zootopia, Despicable Me, Princess and the Frog—" Yavara cuts off Ravamara.
  "Please no Princess and the Frog. I've watched that a billion times. Also, no Toy Story movies." Yavara states.
  "Fine. What about Wall-E?" Ravamara asks.
  "No. Wall-E is too emotional." Yavara comments.
  "Fine. You know what? Let's just watch Despicable Me then!" Ravamara exclaims.
  "No! Let's watch Happy Tree Friends!" Gevora exclaims quickly.
  "Oh yeah! Let's watch that!" Ravamara agrees, happy. She types in Happy Tree Friends and clicks on an episode.
  "This'll be interesting, considering I've never watched it." I state.
  "Woah.....Verlynn, you've never watched Happy Tree Friends?" Gevora says, shocked. Ravamara clicks pause instantly.
  "No." I answer again.
  "You've been living under a rock. Anyways, Happy Tree Friends is basically about a bunch of characters who don't speak English, like, there's no way you can understand what they're saying, and they do a whole bunch of dumb things which get them injured badly, or occasionally someone will kill someone on accident because they didn't know. You shouldn't watch it if you don't like violence." Gevora explains.
  "And you guys just watch it in front of your baby brother like that?!" I exclaim.
  "It's funny. He watches it anyways and he loves it. Plus, it teaches you what not to do." Gevora responds. Ravamara starts the episode. This bear-looking character that was green with a military uniform on came on screen. Ravamara paused the episode
  "Okay, so this is the most vicious character. Like, he's the worst out of all the characters. The thing about him is that he has PTSD and so occasionally someone does something that triggers his PTSD and he goes ballistic, then soon realizes that he hurt innocent people and feels bad." Ravamara explains. She un-pauses the video again. The military bear came with his helicopter and then.....
  "WHAT THE?! THIS IS WAY TOO VIOLENT! WHO DOES THAT?!" I exclaim.
  "Yep. That's Happy Tree Friends in its finest for you." Ravamara says.
"THIS IS FUNNY?" I ask.
"Not this episode. This one was just sad...." Gevora answers.
****Savara
  Chocolate. Chocolate chocolate chocolate. I want chocolate. I need it. More chocolate! I dash down the hallway, but trip from going so fast.
  "Oof." I say. I get up and check for any bruises or marks. None. Great.
  "........dad wants to see you." Someone says. I put my ear against the door.
"That's too bad." Mommy responds.
"Something's different about you...." I hear a woman say.
"What do you mean?" Mommy asks.
"Your eyes....they're different now, they're more gold than hazel, almost like it's slowly changing color. Is there something wrong?" the woman asks, concerned.
"No, nothing's wrong. I'm fine." Mommy denies. More gold than hazel? That is true.....
"Something's worrying you, what is it?" the woman asks again.
"It's nothing. I'm fine, okay?" Mommy assures her.
"Okay then....." the woman says. I continue walking down the hallway, looking for chocolate. I go downstairs and look around for more chocolate in the kitchen. I open one of the cabinets and find packs of chocolate crackers stacked on top of each other.
"Chocolate!" I exclaim, taking a pack. I run back upstairs faster than I've ran before and make it to the attic in what seems like seconds.
"CHOCOLATE!!!!!" I scream.
"Where'd you find that?" Yavara asks.
"I'm not telling you." I say, ripping open the pack and eating a cracker.
"Guess what? I found out something about mommy." I state, sitting in front of where Yavara is sitting on the couch.
"What?" Everyone questions.
"Ask politely." I demand, putting another cracker in my mouth.
"Can you please tell us what it is?" Relvin questions.
"Sure, but I have a question." I say.
"What?" Gevora asks.
"Do Humaverans or Angelikans change eye color?" I question.
"No. I'm pretty sure they don't." Yavara answers.
"Then clearly mommy isn't any of them. Haven't you noticed her eye color is more gold than hazel?" I point out.
"True...." Relvin thinks aloud.
"We can't be 100% sure mother is just human but experimented on, either." Gevora says.
"Guys, I just got a crazy idea. What if mom is both?" Yavara suggests.
"Both? Is that possible?" Ravamara asks.
"I don't know." Yavara answers.
"You know what? Let's just drop it and enjoy ourselves. You guys leave soon for round four of your competition anyways." Gevora says.
"True." Yavara says.
"Aww you'll be going again?" I ask.
"Yeah, sorry." Yavara says, messing around with my hair.
"I won't miss you playing with my hair." I state.
"Nice! Just like I won't miss you playing with my nail polish!" Yavara comments.
"Wait, you're taking them with you? No! It's mine! I want them!" I exclaim, pulling away from her.
"No. It's mine, I want them, and you're not getting them." Yavara states.
"NO GIMME!!!!" I exclaim.
"No. You don't get any." Yavara says.
"Well jokes on you because I have chocolate crackers!" I respond, grabbing a chocolate cracker and eating it.
"Okay....." Yavara replies.
Later that day.....
****Yavara
  I'm about to open the bathroom door when I have a vision.
  In the vision....
  There is no words. There is no sound, really. It's just someone. Some child.....a child with her eyes closed. I look around and I appear to be in a lab. Then, I look back at the child behind the glass. I study her features. She appears to be no older than 8 years old, but no younger than a 6-year-old, soon to be 7, and locked on to a metal wall in the middle of the room with metal cuffs latched on to the wall. Most likely a soon-to-be 7-year-old. She has nearly caramel skin with long, beautiful dark red hair that was just the perfect shade, is short for most people in her age group, and had this soft, gentle, sweet, and innocent feeling imitating off her. She wears a pair of dungarees that instead of pants—like the usual dungarees you see—have shorts and wears a white shirt beneath it. Then....I notice something I've never noticed before. Her ears. The little girl's ears. She has ears like an elf's. They're pointy and look like they'll really hurt if you put your finger on the tip of her ears. Her skin starts glowing for a second, too. Just as quickly as it came, it went. Then, the little girl opened her eyes sleepily. She only opened them halfway.
  "W-where am I?" the little girl asks sleepily. She blinks. Once. Twice. Three times. All in the same way: sleepily. She falls back asleep. Her hazel eyes were beautiful. They had this beautiful little glint in them that'll probably make you want to run a decathlon if she wasn't asleep in this position. Actually, regardless they make you wanna run a decathlon.
  "Daddy......will this fix me?" she questions with her eyes closed.
  The vision ends. Wait, actually it's not a vision, more of a flashback. How I know? Well, if I do assume this is my mother's doing (which I'm praying it's not. It kills me to see that little girl all tied up there), you have to put in to play the fact that my mother doesn't feel very comfortable working in other people's labs, same with the friends I know my mother and father have. It doesn't have the same homey feel as when you work in your own lab. So, therefore, this can't be what my mother or father or their friends will do or is doing because of that, which means it has to be in the past. Before I could remember. Nah, scratch that, before my parents even met. I guarantee you my mother wasn't working didn't have an internship in a lab when she was like.....what? 5? So this must be someone else's doing. I walk out of the bathroom and join in on Verlynn and M—I mean Relvin's conversation. The whole time they're talking and ask my opinion, I give basic replies. I'm not really focused on them right now, I'm more interested in figuring out who the little girl is and what this vision was about.
  When I head to bed, that's all I'm thinking about. I eliminate people based on their looks on who the little girl could be. Her voice still rings in my head as I fall asleep.
"Daddy, will this fix me?"