Kevin opened his eyes….no, his eye now. He felt sick. His left eye was gone, taken. He had taken so much more from so many others. He couldn't bear the weight of his sins, what he had done. Pulling his broken body to its knees he sat trembling. Where was he? It certainly wasn't the abyss. No, a place this bright could never be that horrid void. He looked around him, it seemed he was in someone's house. A mansion presumably. The light was almost overwhelming, he'd lived in darkness for so long. People like him belonged to the night, to despair. The intensity and life it held made him feel ill. Closing his remaining right eye, he let out a hard breath. When he reopened it the empty left eye socket made itself painfully obvious. It was bleeding onto the floor. Registering dimly that it needed to be bandaged, he made no other move to treat the wound. It didn't hurt, not as much as he thought it would. No, the initial ripping from its socket took most of the pain with it.
Everything hurt. Not a pain like his eye being gouged out, but a dull ache from deep inside him, around him, in his soul. "Murderer"…..,he heard his hoarse voice whisper. It hardly felt like his own. A mass murderer, and for what? He didn't even know if it had worked. Alice promised to change the past for him, in exchange for her destruction. He'd promised her in his desperation and now he remained here, lost and void of answers. Where would he go? How would he?-
"Mom! Mom! Look!" A child's voice? Turning towards the voice he saw a small girl around the Sinclair girl's age run towards him. He winced and looked away. The memory of her pained him. The girl must have seen him and run to get her mother. "I must be on their property, should I run, hide? No, I'm far too weak for either…..well, if they want to kill me let them. It's a fate I more than deserve", he thought bitterly to himself. A few moments passed and the girl ran towards him with her mother and a small bookish looking boy as well. "Look Mommy! He's hurt!" Her eyes filled with equal parts fear and concern and she peeked at him from behind her mother's skirts. "Young man, the mother began, are you alright? Oh my, you look hurt let me help you up…can you get up?"
He was left mute at her kindness. Why did she care about his wellbeing? What he had expected was for her to shoo him off the property or worse, punish him for trespassing. Maybe kill him once it came to light who was. He regained his composure and nodded slowly. Shelly quickly bent to help him up and he staggered. Light headedness threatened to overcome him, but he had to ask. "The…..Sinclairs, do you….do you know them? Are they alright?", he rasped. She looked taken aback. Sinclairs? Why they've been dead for around 30 years! They were assassinated…all of them." Kevin faltered and dropped from Shelly's hold. "How?...I…I..no, no…" Shelly stared at him in shock, at a loss as to what she should do. She started as she noticed the young man had fainted. He lay on the ground revealing his empty un-healed eye socket. She gasped, "Sharon! Reim! Go run and get the servants this man needs medical attention straight away!"