The Third Eye (#1)

25. Alexander

 "Constance..." I whisper as she stares at the floor of ferris wheel cart. She's been silent for a couple minutes now since The Brotherhood arrived.

She starts shaking and for a moment I believe she is either scared or worried and I reach out to comfort her, but then I remember, it's Constance.

She wouldn't be scared or worried.

No, that's very unlike Constance.

She would be...

"Oi..." She exhales heavily with a low chuckle entwined, and then slowly she picks her face up from the floor revealing a dark and murderous aura emitting from the top half of her face, "I am so very pissed off." She hisses causing me to stammer back from her caustic tone.

Now, I'm used to Constance being pissed off and scary, but this was an entirely different aura surrounding her. It was much darker than usual, and more importantly she seemed not peeved or annoyed but genuinely enraged. Silently, she reaches behind her to grab the knife the red-headed girl had thrown. She thrusts the metal blade into my hand and without looking at me gives me orders,

"I am going to murder that wench for ruining my night. I want you to run to the forest and wait for me. I'm going to try to lead them away from the carnival to avoid the townspeople from getting hurt or the government getting called."

"No. I want to stay and help you." I state plainly and her expression softens momentarily before returning to it's previous deadly appearance,

"I didn't ask you what you wanted to do."

Without allowing me to debate further, Constance stands up, and I almost want to beg her to sit down once more.

"Ahah, there you are, I was wondering when you guys would stop kissing each other goodbye and make an appearance." The red-head claps slowly but Constance doesn't feed into her teasing for once. I watch as Constance slowly removes the blonde wig and throws it to the side.

As she does this, the girl begins to giggle with joy, "Revealing your identity your enemy, seems pretty foolish if you manage to survive."

Then, Constance does something I could never have predicted, she pushes her hair behind her left ear revealing her entire face to the red-headed girl before her. As I peer over the edge of the cart I watch as the bubbly ginger's once smug face turns to absolute shock as she gapes at Constance.

But Constance doesn't seem to notice nor care as she narrows her eyebrows and I can feel her dark energy encompassing her entire being,

"You should feel special. I never do this, but I wanted the bitch who ruined my first perfect night to know the face of the girl who will murder her."

"N-no way." The girl still stares in genuine surprise.

What? What is so surprising? I take it upon myself to project my ability to her mind.

As I start to read her thoughts, I notice her look of confusion beginning to be replaced by a giant smile almost too big for her face, and I listen in,

"I'm sorry Chase, but this opportunity is too perfect, too good to be true, so, I'm the one who will kill Constance Cynric."

Whose Chase? What's so important about Constance? I need to warn her right now, but...

Without giving me a second to react Constance pushes her right foot off the top of the cart proppeling herself into the cart across from us with the ginger-haired girl. In the tiny cart, the girl manages to dodge Constance's initial attack, but stumbles backwards leaving her off balance. Constance sees this opening and goes to throw another punch but her wrist is grabbed by the red-head before it can reach her face. Constance noticeably winces and I realise the girl was grabbing Constance's injured wrist.