Leaves rustled on the nearby trees, and He could hear the dried twigs and leaves crunching up against his bare feet. He was here to see her. With the last of Monica's magic, she was able to preserve Dio's soul. It was only fair, after all; he had suffered so much due to Alfred. But it took a lot of coaxing by Dio, to let Monica allow him to meet Aya.
"Aya." Even the words were pretty in themselves. He still remembered, years ago, how her violet eyes sparkled with happiness on seeing her pet rabbit. How they were bright, with unshed tears how her father's gruesome at the sight of horrifying deaths. Her eyes reflected what she was. An innocent girl, growing up in the wrong place. One glance at her, he vowed to himself, he would never let such innocent beauty get corrupted due to the evil atrocities of that man. He was hoping to see that innocent beauty beauty she gained from her mother. See her pretty face again. He had been keeping his distance for a long time.
How would she react? Would she still scream, like she did when she first saw the hateful scar her father had given him? Or would she smile and hug him? Did she remember the charm he gave her? Questions aroused within him, answers he would soon get. As he escaped the thick cover of trees and into shallow sunlight, he saw her. The woman who assisted Alfred in all he did. Never once cared or wondered about others pain. He did remember, she was also bought in the house as a test subject. She was thin and weak, probably on the verge to die. Everyone knew what would happen to her, so no one talked to her. She lacked the immense beauty that the doctor demanded. So it was easy to guess, either her body parts would be taken, or she would be killed instantly. Then one day the doctor came in and took her for examination. After that she was put with the old man, who was about to die. We were sure the doctor would finish them both tomorrow. Yet that did not happen.
"She's a healer, that girl", everyone said. And now she assisted the doctor in his insane experiments. Dio still remembered. He tried to run. He would've succeeded if that woman wouldn't have shot those knives towards him. He would have left that asylum and never returned. Never be pained again. But that did not happen.
He was surprised to see Maria in the woods. He wasn't surprised to see her alive, for he knew already that she escaped with Aya. But he did not expect to see her here. Surely, she did not live anywhere near Aya? Maria seemed to be in a horse cart, helping a girl up. The girl looked feeble and pained. What is happening? Dio strained his ears, trying to eavesdrop their conversation. It was all in vain though he could hear bits and pieces. "Poor. Free of charge. Treatment" This was all he could here. Dio's heart began to violently slam against his chest. What is happening? He followed the cart and reached a house in the woods. Maria dropped the girl over there and said in a cheerful voice, "There it is Doctor Drevis' Clinic. Get yourself checked up would you? She does it all for free." With that she rode away, waving and smiling at her ride. The girl seemed nervous and reluctant but gradually knocked the door.
There she was. Her body was covered in a blue gown with a white apron. She had gloves on her hands. She cut her lovely locks. But never mind, she still looked cute. But her eyes, her eyes were what did not change. The violet blaze, with brightness and twinkle. She had her smile on. It was Aya.
Dio stood paralyzed, trying to take in the moment. There she was, he had wanted to meet her all this time. All this time, waiting for the right time to meet her. But what was she doing, standing here like that? What did Maria mean by Doctor Drevis? Surely, she did not mean Aya? Dio tried to imagine little Aya, scared to her death, of the moving corpses. Aya, a doctor? I guess she has changed more than I thought. Aya seemed to be taking the girl inside the cottage. Dio decided to peek through the window. He saw Aya asking the girl to lie on the table for her to examine. But what he did not miss was her complimenting the girl on her eyes. Up on close where he could see them, she did have beautiful eyes. Green but not cat-alike, like Maria. They were evergreen, with a tingle of olive. Just as he got out of his day dream he saw Aya injecting her arm, what he thought was anesthesia. But his sharp eye caught the tinge of green in the gold-orange liquid. It wasn't anesthesia, it was death poison.
He remembered the color of the poison; his friends were injected with it, right in front of his very eye. As soon the girl fell unconscious, without a second thought, Aya took a scalpel and dug into her eyes.
She had promised. Promised to value the deaths of those who died due to the evil of her father. To value death itself. Death. She barely escaped her own. She was comfortable with a chainsaw. I do remember. But did it have to lead here? Why, where was I wrong? What did I not do to protect her? Protect her from her father. But something of his still clings on. I promised Monica, to finish all of him. He clenched his fists until they became white. Anger. Hatred. Revenge. All directed towards Aya. And that's when he thought. If Aya is that part that clings on, then she shall go.
