~-~-~-~-~-~-~ The endless mantra pounded against her skull, sounds seemingly like loud repercussions against the thick fragments of bone that held the universe of Evelyn's mind together. ~-~-~-~-~-~-~ A buzzing drone, a mindless tone, succumbing Evelyn's world and mind into a shapeless form. ~-~-~-~-~-~-~

And then a soft exhale.

It wasn't her own.

~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-wind-~-~-~_~~_-~-_sun-

The infinite loop of nothing suddenly broke, and a small light cast itself in the shadows of her mind. soft-touch~_~_~-~~~-warm-

A puff of air kissed her- face-~-and the slight flickering of illumination glowed brighter and brighter, ebbing away at the shadows that seemed impenetrably dark.

There were stars…milky white and mellow yellows dancing across the fathomless sky of indigo. Explosions of amethyst and ruby constellations twinkled silently all around, the space of nothing comprising of everything.

~~-_beautiful-~_

No sense of being, only the sensation of seeing- sweeping by on a calming energy as Evelyn was left dwindling through time. Reaching out her fingertips~~-touch-~the strokes of something cool and dark reached back and caressed her thirsty skin, reflecting back the unimaginable void of something to be. Water~~_~

"Dark." A single utterance, whispered in every corner from every mind. "Dark."

"Light." The voice whispered back, reaching beyond the void of dark water, clasping hands together. Fingertips intermingled as skin on skin felt the alien of each other's texture.

"Light."

The voice behind the veil then pulled Evelyn through the thick, dark curtain of water, reflecting the stars behind her eyes. All the light faded as her being submerged into inky blackness, suffocating her thoughts as the whisper overcame her senses.

For once, an ugly tug pulled at Evelyn's core, and she felt true fear. This was wrong. The hand that pulled her further into the void felt cold. Her fingertips were now black, and the stars were slowly fading, like a flame being drawn out.

No. A spark of intense heat ravaged inside of her, sending chains of lightning down her nerve endings. The figure in shadow continued their way into the void. No.

Grasping the hand entwined forever in hers, the being of light made her way opposite the void, opposite the cold and unforgiving mass of shadow. When her being broke free of the veil, a tug pulled her back. The being following her was drawn to the shadows, and could not follow.

Come with me. Evelyn squeezed wind and warmth and lightinto the other soul, sending tendrils of herself to the other side for the other to trail.

I will follow. And the being breathed air, and felt warm, and saw the stars.

And they were indeed beautiful.


Come with me… Evelyn slowly opened her eyes, bringing up a small hand to the side of her face and whisking away wisps of hair. Blinking rapidly and sitting upright slowly, a sudden rush of blood surged through her body, overwhelming her senses with the feeling of pins and needles. Before she could shake off the feeling of numbness from herself, a slow realization dawned upon her. And she panicked.

"Whatthefu-" Bursts of air left her lungs as she hurriedly scooted backwards, sliding her rear-end across the floor as the pinpricks across her skin intensified, only stopping when her back was met with the wall. Not believing her eyes, she screwed them shut and covered her face with her hands. This isn't real. Not real. Not real. Not real. Not real. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.

Five minutes passed as Evelyn dared not move, speak, or even breath loudly. Like a child hiding underneath the covers, her hands darkened her world as she strained to listen to everything around her, indicating if she was in any danger. No sounds were heard but the erratic beating of her heart, and the gasping coming from between her lips.

Whatthehellisgoingonimdeadohmygodimdeadimdeadimdead- Thoughts plagued her mind as she tried to remember what events led up to this point, to where she was, why everything had no color...and why there was an unconscious man on the floor.

-imdeadimdeadimdeadimdead-

Whether minutes, hours, or days passed, Evelyn wasn't sure, the only thing she knew presently was her safe position on the floor. Back against a solid object, her feet planted firmly on the floor, knees drawn up as tightly as she could bring them to her chest, with her head buried in her arms and the palms of her hands shielding her face, hiding in darkness.

Dosomethingdosomethingdosomething- The new mantra implanted her brain, traveling along the neuron pathways and connections to drawn out all other thoughts. Suddenly, when it seemed to be the only option she had, for it was the only thought she had, Evelyn slowly, slowly, parted her fingers a little bit apart, only a little, to peek from her curtain of safety. Which was a tumble of gray hair.

There. The fingers draped across her face provided the same scenery as looking out a window of bars, the curls blocking her vision with shadows. thereheisohmygod-

The strange, unconscious gray man, laying down on the floor.

Ishedeadhesdeadimdeadnonono- Evelyn dug her nails into the skin of her features, trying to semblance some sort of calm into herself. gohelphimgo! GO! GO EVELYN! GET UP! NOW!

And with a snap of her nerves, she breathed in loudly, her legs twitching from the sudden movement as she planted her hands to her sides on the floor, fingers sprawled out as she studied the man with wide eyes. A jingling sound scared her to some extent, making her hold her breath momentarily as she looked down. Attached to her gray wrist was a plain cuff, leading off a thin chain to the man a few feet away from her. Without thinking, she snatched the cuff in her free hand and began to pull away at it, huffing in frustration as it wouldn't budge. Attempting to pull it over her wrist only caused her momentary pain. She was then forced to take her panic induced actions out on the chain.

Break you piece of shit! Evelyn cursed in her mind. After minutes of being unable to sever the shackle, she gave up and looked for a keyhole. To her demise, there was none.

Evelyn whimpered at her misfortune, worst case scenarios playing through her brain as she looked back to the man on the floor. There was something…eerily off about him. After moments of debate and consideration, she crawled over carefully, the sound of chain sliding across the floor filling the silence. When she came to his left side, she craned her head to have a better look at the man she was imprisoned with. Something was…familiar? Did she know this person?

That's Kisame from Naruto. The thought only popped up as a small entertainer, barely heard under the entangled mass of panic in her brain. But Evelyn heard it no less, and it stuck. It sorta looks like him…

Careful not to touch him, she scooted as close as possible without having skin contact, and leaned over to see his face fully. Her heart beat loudly in her chest and she had a horrible wave of nausea overcome her. The resemblance was so uncanny it had to be him.

But that was impossible. He was a character from a show. He wasn't real. None of this can be real. What the hell is happening, ohgodohmygod-

And in seconds, Evelyn felt hot tears stream down her face as utter confusion and fear wrought her mind a second time. Moving away from the body, she curled into a tight ball and cried her heart out, sobs causing her shoulders to shudder violently. What the hell is happening?

Hours had passed as Evelyn laid on the gray floor, staring a hole in the wall across from her. Fear ebbed itself from her conscious, slowly replaced with a numbing impression. Nothing made sense. She began to question her own being. Who was she? She was Evelyn. Where did she come from? California. What was the last thing she remembered? The antique shop. The woman. The storm.

Was she kidnapped? Were where her captors? Was she drugged? Where was she? Where was she? It had felt like forever as she paced around the small room, finding no doors, no windows. She was trapped in a colorless world.

An awful scream erupted from her cracked lips as she pitifully banged against the wall.

"Let me out! Oh god!" She cried. "Let me the fuck out! Please!" She proceeded to scream and cry till her voice grew hoarse, her throat cracked and burned from the strain. Wiping away at the sore skin around her eyes for the hundredth time, she sniffed loudly and let out a yawn. Exhaustion was beginning to take hold.

The man. The man in the room with her. He wasn't real. He can't be real. This was some sick nightmare she was caught up in. Without even thinking, one small word escaped her lips and spilled out as a whisper, barely heard by her own ears. "Kisame?"

And with a snap, her mind came into clear focus. Thoughts, images, feelings, reeled before her eyes as she remembered everything. The stars, the wind, the void…him.Evelyn recollected bringing the being from beyond the veil. Back to life to the Crypt. This place, the voices. The Crypt. With a shift of her eyes to the side, she stared at the still figure. No anxiety presented itself this time, however, just an eerie calmness. She brought this man back.

I somehow brought a fictional character that apparently exists back from another dimension. Laughter rang harshly around the room as she realized the absurdity of it all. To a Crypt, no less, how fitting.

Inching back to the man- Kisame, god, weird- on the floor, Evelyn tentatively reached out a finger and poked him in the shoulder, extremely lightly. Nothing happened.

I really don't want him to wake up and rip my arm off. The thought of flesh dismembering from her person made her cringe horribly and hesitate in touching him again. But she did bring this man with her, from wherever they were, to this place, to wherever they are, and he did follow.

She poked him again. Zilch.

Harder. Nil.

"Kis-Kisame?" The sound of his name rolling off her tongue sounded ridiculous to her own her own ears. "Wake up."

Gingerly taking hold of his shoulder, she gave it a tiny shake. Kisame remained still on the floor. What if he's dead? The thought made her panic, and she reacted quickly by bending over and listening to any breathing, placing two fingers to his nostrils. He's breathing…very slowly, and barely. Relief washed through her.

"Kisame." Evelyn said, a little louder. "Wake up!"

An idea popped up in her miniature brain, and took a piece of dull skin on his arm between her fingers. She then proceeded to pinch the ninja.

"Ow!" Evelyn rubbed at her own arm, alarmed that she felt a pinching sensation. Did a spider bite her? She then flipped out and stood, shaking her person dramatically at the thought of a possible spider anywhere near her. But no, no spiders. Did I accidentally pinch myself? No, don't be stupid.

Shaking the strange reaction away from her mind, she then pinched him again, a little harder this time. "Ow!" She repeated. She definitely felt that this time. "What the hell?" She murmured.

With caution this time, she took a piece of gray skin and twisted it, grimacing as she felt pain on her own person. Can this get anymore strange? So…I feel his physical pain? How does that work? Am I imagining it?

A thousand pokes, prods, jabs, and pinches later, Evelyn discovered an array of physical sensations on herself, and progressed to more painful experiments. Pounding, thumping, and yet Kisame still would not wake. Evelyn was getting more and more frustrated with his lack of response. Finally, fed up with his vegetative state, and going somewhat insane at this point, Evelyn hammered away at the man, relishing in the aches and tenderness she felt on herself. If anything, it reminded her she was still alive.

"You need to wake up!" Evelyn screamed. "Kisame!"