Death

Evelyn is starting to trust me. I have invited her to my room to gain more information. If I gain her trust fully, then the less I'll have to work. As I am reading through the notes, fixing the grammatical errors I made when writing so quickly, I hear a knock at the door. I set the book down and open it, to find Evelyn standing there with a journal in her hand and a bright smile on her face.

"You're late." I sign playfully. She punches my arm and laughs, walking past me and into the room.

"Shut up." She replies, sitting down in a chair next to a window. "What do you want to know?"

"Anything and everything."

She ponders for a moment. I sit down and open the notebook. She watches me and asks, "What are you doing?"

Thinking of something off the top of my head, I sign, "I have friends where I come from who like to know of my travels."

Evelyn nods her head. She then says, "If you want to know about here, ask me. I've lived here my entire life."

U smile as she starts to explain things I've never heard of. She does so in such detail, too, it surprises me- and the best part is that it is all with her hands. Her small, petite hands. I watch them as they move so quickly, though I understand every word.

At some moments, I will unintentionally shift my gaze to her bone thin waist, or slightly above that. She, of course, is oblivious to this. I'm glad, because I cannot help it. I may be a Horseman of the Apocalypse, and the most feared at that, but I am a man.

After an hour or so goes by, I am becoming eager to ask about her and not what I was sent here to do. Keep in mind, this rarely happens. When I am assigned a task, my immediate intention is to finish it. My conscious tells me it's wrong, and I should let her continue. Ultimately I decide against it, telling myself that I'll let her explain herself for a few minutes or so.

I lean forward slightly. This catches her off guard, despite the fact that we are on complete opposite sides of the room from each other. Evelyn puts her hands in her lap, waiting for something from me, a reply.

Ridding my mind of suggestive thoughts, I sign, "Now tell me of you."

She raises her left eyebrow to show her confusion. "Why?"

"I'm a curious son of a bitch."

She laughs awkwardly, agreeing with, "Fine. When I was born, my parents found out I was deaf and disowned me. They raised me for a musical purpose- that's what I was told, at least. I grew up in an orphanage with nice people and nice siblings. When I reached middle school, I was bullied, and that's when I met the girls I am roommates with now. We braved the seven years together, and as soon as possible, we all enrolled in New York University. They all are in the Music Department, and I'm in the Writing Department."

I nod, faking a solemn mood and signing, "You deserve better."

She smiles awkwardly and tilts her head down, running her hands over the cover of her journal. When I stand up, she flinches. Putting my hands in front of me, telling her to calm down, I walk towards her. When I'm close enough, I snatch the journal out of her hands and sit down. When I look at her again, she has an annoyed glare on her face, but doesn't protest. I chuckle, looking back down at it. The front cover is completely black with light blue lace forming a corset through the cardboard. On the other side, drawn perfectly symmetrical, is a blue police box that takes up the entire page. I look up at Evelyn, confusion etched across my face.

Her face flushes red as she signs, "Doctor Who. It's a science fiction television show about an alien named the Doctor who travels through time and space in a Police Box."

"The Doctor. Yes, I've met him. A strange man."

Her face lights up profoundly, almost to the point where I have to squint. "Are you serious? He is real?"

Laughing, I shake my head. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

Evelyn sighs in disappointment, snapping her fingers. "You had me going for a second, asshole."

Still smiling, I open the front of the journal and start to read. The way she writes it, in the same way in which she signs, I enjoy. I can feel her eyes staring at me anxiously. I finish the page and look up at her. "It's very good."

"Thanks." She signs absently. "One of my kinder reviews."

"What?"

"The people in my class can't stand my stories, and my roommates refuse to read them."

I nod, setting the journal next to me and signing, "I'll be borrowing this, then."

Evelyn laughs, tilting her head down. "I need it back by tomorrow. I have school."

Nodding in agreement, I mutter aloud, "I'll be seeing you again, then."

She tilts her head in confusion, but I dismiss it.

We sit there for a while without communicating. I look to the small clock which says it is 1:00AM. Evelyn's eyes are closed. To check if she is awake, I make a few sudden and unnecessary movements. She's out cold. Sighing in mental conflict, I decide to let her sleep, since I am tired myself. I set the two books on the nightstand, lie down, and shut the light off.

I can feel her presence on the other side of the small room.

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Evelyn

I lazily crack my eyes open. I'm staring at a light tan colored ceiling. Confusion and fear washes over me, for the ceilings in my apartment are white. I shoot to my feet. Desmond is sleeping in his bed. I had fallen asleep in the chair. Feeling somewhat like an intruder, I silently put my coat on without breaking my gaze from him. I just met him two days ago. There is a possibility that he is not who he says he is! A large one, at that. So, as quickly as humanly possible, I walk out the door and into the lobby of the hotel. It's a nice building, for sure, but it holds bad memories. I would always get a room here after an argument with the others.

Sighing, walk out the door and, after the moving cars stop, I cross the road with a crowd of strangers. They all go off in their own directions, and I straight forward into my apartment building. I take the elevator up to the eighth floor with a few kids that live in the building. I smile at them as the elevator doors open, and I step out. They close behind me, and when I open my door, I am greeted with an avalanche of six people. They all hug me, and the weight makes me collapse on the floor.

Rose stands up and signs, "Where have you been? Why didn't you come home?"

I roll my eyes in frustration. "I just fell asleep. Everything is fine."

"You can't just keep disappearing."
"I was just across the street. No harm done."

Rose buries her face in her hands and walks to her room. Ashah follows and the rest leave me in the living room. I sigh and collapse on the red couch. This happens consistently. I will fall asleep on the roof or something, and they'll ignore me for the rest of the day. Dammit, dammit, dammit! I think, punching the pillows. I end up causing them so much mental pain, that it's as if my existence means nothing.

I look to the door when I see the doorknob is twisting frantically. I stand up and open it, to see a tired Desmond standing there.

He signs, "I didn't know if you made it home safe."

"In a way, I did."

He raises an eyebrow. "Are you alright?"

"They are angry with me for not coming home." I sigh. "I'll talk to you later. I have to make this right."

Desmond nods, smiles, and walks out the doorway. I close it and set my forehead in my palm. Deciding on that I'm going to say to them, I take a deep breath and push myself away from the doorway and into my room, where Luna and Terri are talking. They look over to me upon entering.

"I'm sorry." I won't make eye contact- I'm only staring down at my hands. "Falling asleep there was not my intention. We were just talking, and lost track of time."

"What were you talking about?" Terri asks, leaning forward slightly.

I take a moment to reminisce, and say, "New York, Doctor Who, and myself."

Luna gives me a blank stare. "Don't trust him."

"Why?"

"I don't know. He could be a rapist or something."

I roll my eyes. "You're an idiot. Look. I'm perfectly fine. Nothing besides words were exchanged."

"Has he said anything that is creepy?"

I shake my head.

"Where did you sleep?"

"In a chair on the other side of the room from him."

Both of them nod uneasily. Terri stands up and walks over to me, hugging me tightly. Luna signs from behind her, "You scared us."

I nod solemnly. "Tell the others what I just told you. I'm going to the roof."

Luna shakes her head in disagreement. "Please don't."

"I have things to think about."

"At least eat something first."

I agree, letting Terri go and heading to the kitchen. Ashah is standing at the sink. I am silent as I open the fridge and pull out two slices of cold pizza and a bottle of water.

I sit down on the couch and begin eating, absently staring out the window at Desmond's hotel. He's a nice guy, really. It is easy to talk to him when no one else will listen.

I eat the rest of my food. Dusting off my hands, I drink the last of the water and walk out the door, drowning in my thoughts.

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Death

If I look close enough, I can see Evelyn in her apartment. She's having some sort of meal. I watch as she stands up and disappears through the door I stood at roughly a half hour ago. Minutes later she's at the bottom, on the streets. For a moment, I think she is coming here, but then she turns left and down an alleyway. Evelyn climbs a ladder and sits in a chair on the top of her apartment building, staring into the morning sky.

I sigh. Having a conversation with her is like having a conversation with yourself. No judgmental stares are words. No awkward moments, despite there is always a silence. Everything in mutual, and I like that.

A small part of me wishes she could hear. Of course, being a Horseman, I could hive her hearing with a snap of my fingers. The Council had clearly stated not to use my magic's, so I would not draw attention to myself. Still, this does not seem like reason enough. I take a deep breath. I won't do it.

Not yet.