Innocence Forsaken

Ch 15. Darkness

Darkness loomed over the small village as snow poured in from the sky. Eve-Anne leant on the window sill, letting waves of cold air assault her skin, and push her hair away aggressively.
She was cold, but she didn't care.
Littered all over the window sill were tubs of foundation. Normally, she wouldn't wear it. She felt as if it restricted her, somehow.
For the time being, she looked normal enough, but under the layers of makeup were the black and blue bags of exhaustion.
The memories, the faces, the voices, everything. It haunted her. They haunted her.
"Feeling guilt?" Something said from behind her, its voice echoing in the wind.
"No." She simply said. It was true. She was doing what she thought was right, and guilt wasn't to be given a part in that.
"How many people have you killed? Do you even know?" It said. Eve-Anne could hear a devilish tone in its gross voice.
"1500. More or less." She said, raising her hand and pulling the window shut.
"That's an understatement." Again, there was a slight silence.
"Which one are you?" Eve-Anne asked, quietly, picking up the makeup and putting them back in their draw.
"You'll figure it out soon enough." More silence afterward, but this time Eve-Anne knew the presence was gone.
There was an emptiness ruling the space now. It was cold and empty.
Eve-Anne turned, and left her room, slowly dragging herself down the stairs down the hall outside.
"Eve-Anne," Susanna said, her voice was shaky, and her thoughts were messy, too messy to really make sense of.
"What is it?" She responded.
"I need to speak with you." She said as she pushed her around the corner gently.
"What's wrong?" Eve-Anne said, a light shining in her eyes, a somewhat tint of Innocence.
Susanna hesitated for a second and looked down. She put her hand on her head and went to speak, but something stopped her.
Susanna knew. She had to know.
Her thoughts betrayed her.
Eve-Anne didn't want to have to do this, but she saw no other choice present itself. Before she could extend her arm, and use one of her newfound abilities, the doorbell rung.
Susanna quickly stood up, looking slightly relieved, and ran to the door.
The door slowly creaked open.
Outside, Far was chattering endlessly, and angrily, along with K and M standing there. M looked down, his thick grey hair fell in front of his watery eyes. He looked toward K.
K's face had an unusual, menacing, grin plastered over it, and the look in his eyes made it seem like he'd just been proposed to.
"Mrs Corley, I'm arresting you--" K began sounding like a small child on its firsts Christmas.
"On what grounds?" She retorted, waving her arms around awkwardly and scowling.
"Assault, attempted murder, accepting bribes, among others," K said, looking at M's frown and deciding to cut his list short.
Far carried on chatting in the background. Most of his words were to do with why they shouldn't arrest Susanna.
"Go ahead then." She shrugged her shoulders and raised her arms slightly.
K looked at her, his eyebrows furrowed, and proceeded to pull shiny metal handcuffs from his belt.
"What's going on, what are you doing?" Eve-Anne said as a sting started eating away at her heart viciously. She looked around, Jessica was nowhere to be seen.
Susanna had done it, the dreams were right. They had to be.
"My job," K responded, as he handcuffed Susanna, who just stood and watched M with a disturbing glare in her eyes. He hesitated a little, before yelling at Far to shut up, which he promptly did.
M opened his mouth to talk, but ended up looking more like a goldfish.
Everything blackened around her for a moment as it clicked. Eve-Anne smirked a little. If this was the way he wanted to do this, then let it be.
A slight enjoyment overtook her confusion, anger, and sorrow. This was more than just one person, more than herself, or more than K.
She pushed the rest of her feelings away and remained quiet in front of the others.
Shade casted over her eyes as she looked down at the floor.
The light switched off, and Eve-Anne jumped a little.
Maybe getting a little bit nervous. She thought to herself, as she went to flick the switch back on, but it didn't work. She sighed.
Now, it was just M and Far standing around in the dark, both of them nearly sobbing like little children after dropping their doll down a well.
"The bulb must have gone." She muttered. "Couldn't you have waited until it was morning?"
"K said we had to go now!" Far whined, stomping on the floor a little and swatting around his head as if there was a fly.
"I was cooking my pancakes!" His voice was remarkably high pitched, for an older man.
Far looked around, and stomped again.
"I'm not old!" He yelled, "I'm only 25!"
The others looked around a little, confused as to who he was speaking to, but just ignored him, putting it to a case of 'It's just Far'.
He stomped his feet around and begun an angry dance, and muttered under his breath.
"Thank you for your patience," M muttered, grabbed Far by the collar, and dragged him out.
With a slam of the door, although Eve-Anne couldn't tell if it was the wind or M who did it, she ran her hand over her face, stopping as she reached her hairline and rested her hand. She laughed quietly, a little. If that's how he wanted to play, then so be it. Using Susanna as bait was low, but not the lowest the detective had gone before.
Eve-Anne's laugh grew into a more menacing, and crazed one.
The tables are about to turn, detective. She thought.