Black In Black

Plea For Help

Familiarity took over me. Her hands held the same softness mine did, our fingers were the same length, the only difference was that mine were unpainted, hers were colored a matte black. Her nails were long and pointed slightly, mine were shortish, plain, and slightly gnawed on.
With my other hand I flicked my wrist, letting fire erupt from my feet. Not a solid line, not yet. Once we were high enough in the air I used the excuse to let go of her hand and zoom forward.
A glance back. That's all I got. Before my view would be obstructed, I saw the Guardians quickly bustle around to follow, but Jack stood still, looking up and watching me leave.
I pulled my hand away. God, I pulled my hand away.
He had to know I wanted to fall into his arms, right? It was a act, just to get my sister to let me follow her.
And of course, through my sudden turmoil, I realized I didn't even know her name.
"You know, you never told me your name," I called to her over the wind.
She was laid back, the cloud creating more of itself and destroying itself as it propelled forward. She was doing no work, and slowly escalating--
Oh no.
"Also uh, can we get lower to the ground?" I asked shakily. There was no Jack here to hold me steady, no Jack to distracting me from my pending doom of falling to my death with no firepower left.
"Oh goodness me, I never introduced myself. I guess it's because we're sisters, just expected you to know. I'm Eva-Anna. And no! I like it up here, it's so cool."
"Evana?" I shivered and it wasn't because of the cold temperatures. "Well uh, I don't do cold well. Natural born fire breather, here."
"No no-- Eva-Anna. Separate. And suck it up sis, were almost there."
"Oh. Uh, almost where?" If we didn't get there quick I would make my own decent without her.
If it was through death or a simple downward tilt of my feet, I wanted out.
"Almost-- there." The fog hit us like a brick wall. I instantly shivered and looked over to her. She was gone.
"Eva-Anna?" I called out unsurely. I flipped my feet over, turning around. No cloud of twin. Flipping back, I started hearing distant giggling. I stopped my feet and stood in one place.
I couldn't see up, I couldn't see down, I couldn't see anywhere. It just added to my fear of hights . And dear god, did I have a full dose of fear in this moment.
Again, Giggling. Closer. To my left? No, maybe from right beneath me--
A gray blob tackled me and I lost my flaming platform. I was falling to my death, I knew it. Was I screaming? I was too worried about the Guardians to realize I was. Once they hear I died, dad will go hestarical, I could already see it now. My dad, creating chaos in every flick of his hands. And I'm leaving the Guardians to clean up his mess.
Giggling came from all around me as I screamed. How long has I been falling? We weren't THAT high up, were we?
"Here it comes.." I giggly voice echoed around me. A thousand curse words came to mind, and I probably said a ton of them.
Suddenly my back collided with a very hard surface. Even though I had been screaming, what air was left in my lungs was forced out and I was left gasping for air.
Full on laughter echoed around my head. Was this my personal hell? Having to go an eternity listening to Eva-Anna giggle like an evil little school girl--
Eva-Anna.
"Y-you pus-pushed me!?" I screeched. The grey cloud surrounding me started to fade. I finally got a look around where I fell.
A hole. A giant, deep, hidden hole. I landed on a just as giant trampoline.
"Oh, come on, sis! We're both already dead, we can't die. We can get hurt, but we heal pretty quickly." She replied bluntly.
We can't die. Try telling that to me a few days ago, when I almost died of a blow from--
"I know you got hurt." She spoke suddenly, like she was reading my mind. "See? This is why you belong with us, Ellie. We won't get angry and hurt you. We're not reckless."
Her eyes started to glow. Maybe it was her words, or how they echoed what I heard as my own voice. Like a conscience directing you between good an bad.
No! She wasn't a good person. First thing she did upon arrival was hurt my family. She wasn't a good person. She was my twin, my evil twin.
"Cmon." She then snatched my hands and dragged me off the black trampoline. I had realized my breathing had returned but the fall still left me feeling breathless. "Mom's been waiting for this moment since she heard you died!"
I wasn't to eager to meet this mom character. Honesty, I was perfectly fine living life without one. I hadn't needed one yet, why take one now.
There was one woman I wished I had for a mom. Dad had shown me pictures of a tall, slender woman with dark black hair like mine was. First, I had thought she was my mother, but Dad wasn't one for giving me false hope. "No, she wasn't your mother. But every fiber of my being-- with every fiber of my being I know she'd love you like her own." I faintly remember him saying to me. It was such a far away memory. In my later years I had realized it was his wife. Before he took me, before I was even born. I never asked what happened, and I never asked how I appeared in this world. I remembered his voice breaking, only to even out as he stared me in the eyes.
"Mother! Mother Mother, Ellie has come home!"
I had realized where Eva was dragging me. The dirt walls turned into stone. She pulled me through polished cave walls and we emerged from a cloth hanging across the next section of cave.
Although there was no next section of cave. it broke from the damp natural feel to like I was in the presence of royalty.
The room we stepped into was like stepping into a history book. What had to be 18th century--everything. Walls, accents, couches, tables, the bottles of antique alcohols. Everything was laid in pastel colors. Sickening, really. I wouldn't want to see that the other rooms were like, through either door on the sides.
Speaking of, a tall woman came from one of the doors.
"Ellie, who the hell is Ellie? You're supposed to get the other one-- what's her name--"
She had draping black hair that held a firm curl at the end. Parted down the middle it framed her heart shaped face well. Her skin, pale as ivory. Her lips, a sinful dark red. Around her eyes, lines with black and accented with a orange and black eyeshadow. Then her eyes... A bright orange that seemed to glow.
"You meant Elanora! Ah, my dear, my lovely, my darling daughter. You grew up so beautifully! Something I can't say for Eva-Anna." Her face went from loving to hateful in a moment.
Eva seemed to ignore it. "Go!" She whispered, shoving me forward.
Like a ghost our mother flashed before me to catch me in her arms.
"Thank you," I stuttered out, eager to step away. I stood but her cold hands still were clasped in my arms. Her cold touch wasn't comforting like Jacks, but it sent shiver down my spine.
If I didn't want to be here before, I definitely wanted to escape now. Being here was making me sick to my stomach.
"Of course, of course Elenora darling. I'm so glad you found us. We have so much catching up to do!"
"Catching up like what?" I asked bluntly. Her arms finally let me go as she turned her back to he room.
"First, show you around!" She seemed to ignore my question. "Follow me, follow me." She then scurried into the door she came from.
Out of curiosity I followed. Guessing it was just a waiting game for the Guardians to arrive, I had to play along anyway.
We walked into a long hallway housing three doors spread from each other. Letters named the doors---EA, E, and V.
"First door is Eva-Anna's room, the one to the farthest is mine-- never go wondering into there, my child-- and the one in the center is yours."
I stared at it blankly. How long have they been awaiting my "return"?
"--but you can get comfortable later, first we need to show you the plan."
She had recaptured my attention as she pulled me back and through the center room, to the other door. Another hallway, lined with more doors then the other. At the end, a larger door stood out. We walked (I half walked, being pulled and all) straight for it and she opened the door. With a heavy click the door opened to a wide stairwell currying down to a second floor. Going down the stairs the steps turned into cold, smooth stone. The room was grand in size, but was simple. A small hall could be seen at the other side of the room that led somewhere else. In the room though, is that first interested me but also scared me a little. A large pot sat in the center, with something brownish green bubbling inside. Small cages laid about, under and on top of tables, a few at the edge of the pot. Other things laid on the tables, from tools to very worrying things like blades and heavy duty surgical tools.
Yep, I was ready to go. I was ready to be saved by my dad and his friends and get out of this torturetorium.
I threw out a plea in my head. Help! I screamed internally. Help before hey cut me up and cook me in whatever was brewing in that freaking pot.