Innocence Forsaken

Ch 14. Dreams

Eve-Anne sat on her bed, watching her sister carefully remove shards of glass from the blue jacket. She smirked a little. 
“Why did you do it?” She said quietly. She was upset. The friendship the two were building was starting to be an inconvenience to Eve-Anne’s plans.
“Did what?” Eve-Anne questioned, looking at Jessica with innocence in her soft eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that. You know what you did.” She said as she continued picking glass shards out of the jacket.
“I had to, that’s all.” Eve-Anne said, her expression didn’t waver, she just looked neutral as her eyes slowly followed the small string and sewing needle Jessica had in her hand.
“No, you didn’t. You could’ve killed him.” She retorted. She threaded the string through the top of the needle, and started carefully fixing the rips in the jacket.
“It was me or him. I just chose to fight another day.” She shrugged her shoulders, and pulled the switch on the lamp. Jessica muttered a “Thanks” under her breath, more out of habit than care. 
“Why don’t you just give up on this?” Jessica asked, putting the needle down for a second to tie the string at the end of one of the now fixed rips. 
“You should know.” There was a slight moments of silence. “Our own dad was killed but nothing was done about it. Don’t you get it?”
“I do.” Jessica responded, looking down slightly, and then back to her sewing. 
“Why do you care so much anyway?” Eve-Anne questioned, for a slight minute couriousty graced her face, but that was gone almost as fast as it arrived. 
Jessica hesitated a little, shifting uncomfortably in her seat as she laid her concentration on her sewing. 
She sighed.
“I don’t want to lose any else.” She said, finishing on the next rip. 
Eve-Anne stayed silent, occasionally looking out the window or towards the door. 
"You promised you wouldn't look through my mind any more."
"I'm not." She unwrapped her bandage from around her arm, letting it drop down into a puddle on her lap. 
The inside of her arm read TS-1325 and there was a little bar code, of sorts, faintly under it. 
Eve-Anne stashed the bandage under her pillow, and closed her eyes for a second. 
She heard the echoing of different thoughts radiating from downstairs, they were faint, but not enough to be ignored like before. 
Susanna's thoughts were broken and distorted, typical of a nervous person. M felt similar, but his thoughts dwelled on his worry for Susanna, and what they were going to do. 
K and Far's thoughts were nowhere to be found, as usual. 
"I'm going to give this back to K." Jessica said, now having finished patching it up. She stood and left the room, shutting the door behind. 
There was a presence that revealed itself after Jessica left, something cold, and empty. 
Eve-Anne turned, and went to speak but cut herself off. 
There was a warped figure in front of her, see through enough to see the little patches of blood against the beings back. 
"Slayer." It said, in its dark, and distorted voice as it began its approach towards her, its bare feet slapping quietly against the floor. 
Her hands shook, she recognised that being. She recognised the tears that feel down its face. 
Eve-Anne was frozen, except the shaking of her hands, and the loud set of drums banging against her ears as her heart pounded against her chest. 
Her head hurt, a pressure building up, almost like being trapped in a vice. 
She'd killed him, he was one of the criminals. 
He put his hand on her head, and pushed back slightly, somehow throwing her into the other world. 
In front of her stood a younger boy, only a little older than Eve-Anne. 
He spun around and looked at her, confused. 
"W-Who are you?" He stuttered, as Eve-Anne scanned the greyed out surroundings around her quickly. 
It was a prison. 
She returned his confused look. 
"You can see me?" She questioned. 
She'd seen that boy before, on the news, on posters, everywhere. 
"Yeah." He nearly stuttered again. He started fiddling with a short length of his hair. 
"Zachary Farmer?" Eve-Anne said, half to her herself, a little bit in need of answers. 
"Yeah. Er… Can you put that down?" He asked, carefully as he waved his hand at Eve-Anne's. 
She was holding her knife. 
"Kill him." The beings voice echoed throughout her head. 
She looked around, looking for the source of the voice, but no one else was there. 
"I don't really want to die." He said, looking back towards the knife. 
"Oh. Sorry." Eve-Anne's eyebrow crunched a little, as she looked at her hand. She didn't remember picking it up. 
This boy was hardly like the media described. He was more shy, and it knocked her off guard a little. 
"Please, don't kill me. The papers lied. I know who you are." Zachary said quickly, and in a disorganised manner. 
"Lied?" Eve-Anne stepped closer, but sheathed her weapon in her pocket when Zachary went to protect his face with his arms. He whimpered a little. 
"My parents weren't a part of the gang, they found out they were undercover so they had them killed. Please let me go!" 
There was a moment's silence as Eve-Anne hesitated a little, she wasn't going to kill him yet anyway. 
"I went to look for them! That's all I did. It was an accident! I got angry after seeing them--" Eve-Anne cut him off, by waving her hand slightly. 
"I don't want to kill you." 
He saw them kill his parents right in front of him, he must've. 
"T-then why are you here?" He asked, stepping backwards a little. 
"I don't know." 
That annoying feeling was back. Eve-Anne thought it must've been empathy, or remorse or something similar. 
"I'm sorry for this" She said, as she backed him into the wall, and put her hand on his head. 
"You can't remember this." She muttered, as her eyes flashed white for a second. 
He fell to the floor, and Eve-Anne moved him over to his bed. 
She clicked her fingers, and brought herself back to her dimension, but no before a single petal could fall onto the cold, hard floor of that prison.