Author's Disclaimer: Most things in this story belong to Shannon Messenger. But the OC's are mine!
"God this is boring! Whatever jackass thought it would be a good idea to invent museums, will face my fist in the afterlife." Karma, Evanne's best friend, groaned in exasperation.
She merely shook her head with a fond smile edged onto her face. Though she was certainly not excited to be here, Evanne definitely wouldn't have voiced it so carelessly. But as the saying goes, Karma's a bitch, and that's exactly what her comrade acted like from time to time. Karma picked fights with more than a few of his classmates and caused most of the classes shenanigans, which aggravated - a woman of 4 inches height, who, despite her size, was a mythic pain is the ass- like hell. In fact, the blonde haired professor was the one who dragged them to museum in the first place, thinking it would be a fun field trip. Obviously, she had never been a twelve year old before.
"Hey look, Conner Wilson's going to provide us some entertainment. Ten bucks he gets caught by Mrs. Bitch beforehand." My friend said, referring to the stupidest boy in class, with tawny brown locks and sea green eyes. Just a few weeks ago, Karma had stuck a paper with the words "Don't come near me. Stupidity is contagious" on poor Connors back.
"No bet." Evanne answers, watching as the boy snuck away from the group.
Connor not so stealthy tiptoed towards the giant skeletal tyrannosaurus rex and plucked the bone connecting the leg to the clawed foot. The structure immediately toppled, arousing dust in the process. And when it cleared, our teacher was shooting the young troublemaker her infamous, thin lipped glare of doom. Or at least that's what Karma called it.
"Conner Wilson! I remember specifically telling you no shenanigans! Do you have any idea how much this is going to cost! Money doesn't grow on trees you know. Months detention!" She screamed, enough so that might have attracted unwanted attention from fellow tourists. Might have. But everyone expected them to be responsible for this kind of damage. They were the "special" class, after all.
Class E4 was where the problem students were sent: The kids who were as intelligent as wild boar, students with mental disabilities, or those of incredible violent tendencies. Karma fell into the latter category. As for Evanne, well-
Hah! What did Connor expect when he toppled that dinosaur besides bitching on him? What an idiot.
This was her problem: She heard a voice in her head. Chara- as the girl would later distinguish- has been with her since the day she was born. Evanne had made the mistake of telling her mother and father about the brunette two years ago and had gotten herself a one way ticket to E- class. Hooray.
"Excuse me." An extremely masculine voice suddenly spoke up. Evanne swiveled and met eyes with one of the most impossibly teal iris's she had seen in her entire life. He looked like a supermodel with those lovely eyes framed by thick lashes, wavy brown hair, and unembellished snow white skin. It left the girl with her mouth agape, her mind like a blank slate. This man was the epitome of a male specimen. But there was something else about him that sent her reeling and her spine shivering. When he was near, like now, it felt as if a shadow was attempting to creep across Evannes consciousness, wrapping its hands around her memories and thoughts. And yet, something was blocking it.
Danger, Run! Her mind seemed to scream, but she stayed rooted in place. Something kept her staring at those orbs darkened with confusion, something she couldn't quite place.
MOVE YOU DUMBASS! He's beginning to stare. Finally jolting to her senses, Evanne stepped aside for him to pass.
As he walked away, her eyes were trailing his every move until the feeling elapsed along with him. She shook her head. What was she thinking? She was probably was just unnerved by his handsomeness, Evanne attempted to make sense of the whole situation. But in the depths of her soul, she knew that reasoning was bullshit. SHE HUNG OUT WITH KARMA FOR GOODNESS SAKE!
With brilliant blue eyes that reminded her of the sky on a cloudless day, perfectly tousled ginger hair, and a dimple on his right cheek, Karma was the most attractive boy in school. His looks might also be the reason girls chased after her like a pack of rabid hyenas everyday, furious and bloodthirsty.
Evanne was brought down to earth when Karma elbowed her in the stomach, and she realized the group had begun to stare at her. The girls face erupted into a hot blush, like it always did when she was the center of attention; they must have thought she was doing perfect impression of a human traffic light.
"And Evanne, I don't appreciate that insufferable muttering when I'm trying to berate a student! Quiet down please." yelled, shooting the brunette daggers. It was enough to make Evanne wish that the earth would crack open and swallow her whole, even more so as chuckles escaped her fellow classmates lips at her misfortune. Even Karma cracked a smile. She'd have to kill the little shit later.
"Sorry ma'am." She apologized, flustered. They then continued on their way, but not long after, Karma elbowed her again.
"What!" Evanne whisper screamed. She was still mad at him for finding her embarrassing moment amusing, but not until she saw his face, like someone kicked his puppy. It was a look he expressed many times when he was worried about her.
"Are you okay? You only start to mumble if something's wrong." He said. Evanne hesitated for a moment to tell him about the strange man she'd ran into. It wasn't that she didn't trust him; it was more less the opposite. She was just worried he'd see the girl as more of a freak than she already was.
An image flashed in her mind, as clear and vivid as the day it occured, like she was relieving a part of her life Evanne wished she could forget. Of smoldering heat, and white flames. Of searing pain slicing through her limes like a hatchet was cutting through the bone. Of her clinging to Karma as if he were a lifeline, watching as everything she knew was burned to ash. Shaking her head, Evanne took a moment to clear her brain of bad memories. What was she thinking? Of course, he wouldn't think she was strange. Karma was abnormal as it was.
"Well, you see that guy over there." She whispered, pointing at the model behind her. A young women with silky blonde hair and a great figure, appears to be conversing with him. "I got a strange feeling when he was near me, kinda like his consciousness was stretching into mine."
The ginger looked over to where he was standing. Then his eyes stretched so wide you could see the whites of his pupils; his face paled. It was an expression of pure fear. And Karma was never frightened, even on the occasion he went into combat with a bunch of high schoolers. Long story story short: He won.
Evanne immediately reached out her consciousness to grab for Chara's in the depths of her mind. Usually, Chara provided info for subjects unknown, though Evanne barely understood most times. Mind clasped around hers, and a single word- there but hazy- popped into her brain, twisting and turning until it came into focus: Run.
Without even a moment's uncertainty, the bad boy bolted, dragging her past the T Rex, around bustling tourists and behind a nearby wall. If Evanne heart was beating violently before, it sure as hell was hammering now. Shit, who were these people?
"Karma! What the hell is going on!" She demanded, trying to free herself from his iron grip, but it only made him seem to hold on tighter. He merely glanced at her, before turning back to the strange pair of human beings. If that was even what they were.
"Dammit, it's been seven years. I didn't think they'd still be after me after all this time. Shit, I thought I left no traces behind, my plan was perfect. Why now? They never cared about me back then, so why now? Dammit, damn it all." He muttered, still unable to meet her eyes. Evanne had no idea what he was talking about, her brain was short circuiting just thinking about it. But she did know one thing: They had to leave.
"Karma. I don't know what is going on, but if these people are dangerous, then we have to leave. You don't have to tell me what's happening yet, but we have to get out of here." She told him. He turned her with eyes as cold and hard as ice. It was so startling she took a step back.
"No, I'm ending this here and now." He replied, hand rummaging through the pockets of his blue sweatshirt, soon revealing a handful of objects all with curved, sharp edges. Knives, she realized with a start. He was going to kill them.
"Wait!" Evanne leaped, pushing his arm to the side to halt him as he prepared to throw. The knives swerved, and she didn't take notice to how impossibly far the weapons were thrown, as she was more focused of how the sharp points were now lodged in a small metal box.
It began to rattle, which was never a good sign. Karma swept her behind him in a panic.
"CRAP!" He shouted, just as the generator- her mind finally processing what the object was with a frightening realization- exploded. Evanne's ears rang with the sound of a high pitched screech, and she opened her eyes to survey the scene. Orange flames licked exhibits from dinosaurs to stone statues of greek gods, engulfing them until they were just a memory of a time long past. The blazing heat scorched her skin like an inferno, and yet she didn't perceive a single burn along the outer tissue. The tourists on the other hand, were charred to the bone, most couldn't move, so they crawled inch by inch towards the exit. Those that could were in massive frenzy and were fearful for their lives. And in the middle of it all, was Karma, scraps of metal at his fore for some kind of shield.
The hell, was my only thought. It didn't even come to my attention that the two people from earlier- the teal eyed boy and blonde girl- had vanished into light.