Okay, so this is me being very, very messy and also very, very unable to stick to one project. So in my Oneshots fic, I wrote a wee chapter about remnants and then my friend and I literally came up with loads of ideas. So instead of cramming them into short, disjointed chapters, I decided to make a story. So this first chapter is just a more in depth version of the one I published in the other fic. And now I am rambling, but yes, long story short, I hope you enjoy this! Usual warnings (violence, blood, cursing, death, angst, I will be specific with other trigger warnings if I come across any while I write). Please R&R it means the world to me!
Cassandra Pharos just felt... off. She couldn't quite put her finger on it but she woke up feeling a new, well, feeling. At her ripe old age, new feelings were very few and far between and very concerning. She tried her best to go about her day, to shake this unknown, unnamed, ominous feeling but just couldn't manage. So she decided to call Valkyrie. Company would be a good thing, she was sure of it. Cassandra set about making tea, knowing Valkyrie would bring all her friends. Hoping she would, anyways. And, right enough, a short while later and they all came. Cassandra tried to convince herself she felt better, felt safer, as the eight of them piled into her small house. Cassandra knew them all, a little too well, seeing variations of their futures that never came to be, horrible and dark nightmares that screeched and squirmed to happen. She had seen them at their weakest, screaming and sobbing and begging as they breathed their last breath. She knew all their dirty little secrets, but they were not her secrets to share, so she kept them in the farthest recess of her mind, nothing but faint whispers of multiple possible futures. Cassandra poured tea and they all chatted about plans and strategies and cases and it felt nice, safe, natural. Yet Cassandra still had that... knot. She shook her head slightly, picking the tray of empty cups up and going to the kitchen.
"I'll help!" Ezra chirped, picking up the milk jug and sugar bowl and following the older woman into the kitchen. Cassandra could have sworn she looked pointedly at Dexter, but Cassandra knew she was being ridiculous. It was Ezra, for heaven's sake. Cassandra filled her basin with warm water and gently put the cups in the soapy water as Ezra cleared away the milk and sugar.
"Val was saying you weren't feeling well?" Ezra said casually, shutting the fridge door. Cassandra shook her head as she washed the dishes.
"I just have this... feeling. Like something is out of place, like something isn't right." She said.
"Hmm, don't know if I've ever felt that way." Ezra said, suddenly uncomfortably close to Cassandra. She looked at the younger girl warily, frowning.
"You're not her." Cassandra whispered. Ezra grinned, her eyes flashing black, and then the knife was in Cassandra's heart.
"That's why I had to do this. You knew too much." Ezra whispered back. Cassandra gasped, then dropped, her arms flailing, taking dishes to the floor with her as she dropped. Ezra walked out of the kitchen to see everyone standing, weapons drawn, magic at the ready. Dexter Vex's and Anton Shudder's eyes were black.
"Cassandra is dead." Ezra chided, smiling.
"What?" Valkyrie gasped, pushing past Ezra into the kitchen. She screamed. Ezra grinned, allowing her lips to match her black eyes. She walked towards Anton and Dexter, took their hands, winked at Saracen and said "I'll be back for you later." Then they were gone and Valkyrie was still screaming.