Author's Disclaimer: Most things in this story belong to Shannon Messenger. But the OC's are mine!
Hello! Sorry, I know I'm late with updating, feel free to slap see, I was not exactly happy with this chapter at first,so I ended up editing it days after my deadline because I didn't want to see it. Then something happened that I don't want to talk about. Anyway, thanks for reviewing me-you must get so tired of hearing me say that. Lols.
Carin: Thank you so much! And if you're confused about the plot, think of it like a very long intro to the story. Yay! And if you're confused about Karma, I just wanted to say that Alden lied before about his past. Spoilers! Though I won't tell you more than that.
Now on to the story! Evanne's POV again. Sorry, if this chapter is Crappy!
Evanne rummaged under the welcome mat- Karma standing beside her in silence- as her hand closed on a small, golden key, inserting it into the lock. At once, the door swung open to reveal a very debode apartment
With a small fire smoldering in a corner, a leather skin couch, and worn white pillows-Karma was little shit that needed to be punished at times- their home would have appeared warm and friendly to the untrained eye. But, if one looked closer, they'd see that behind the facade of tooth-rotting sweetness was a certain suffocating loneliness.
It had never been the same since Evanne's parents had died in a fire two years ago; like hell it would ever be, without the sweet smell of vanilla and cinnamon wafting in the air-the scent of her mother and father.
Flashback
Evanne hadn't expected to die like this, with neon yellow flames that smelled of burnt sugar consuming her and her family. The fire, glinting off of the cars metal, was burning her and Karma alive, and the smoke was choking her lungs.
Not long ago, her parents had gone into the neon flames in search of help; Evanne feared the worst. If they died, she would never forgive herself.
"Mom! Dad!" The brunette cried, only to fly into a hacking fit.
"Evanne. I know you don't want to, but please stay here." Karma, who had been clutching the girl this whole time, said. "For your parents. And for me. Please."
Evanne turned to stare up at her best friend. His sky blue orbs were wet with unshed tears; she knew he would crushed if she were to die. But, despite knowing that, the brunette had to aid her family, no matter what.
"I'm sorry." She told him, before taking off running, Karma's cries of protest falling on deaf ears.
Evanne had no idea where she was sprinting to, all that she knew was that she had to rescue her mom and dad. Flames lapped at her skin, but she attempted to focus at the task at hand. Though it was not long before she collapsed.
No, let me keep going. Move! She thought, coughing up a red substance: Blood.
"Eva!" Karma's voice suddenly cried out. His cry was of sheer panic and worry, and when Eva turned to see what had gotten him so riled up, she saw a branch plummeting towards her. She held up her hands so that they would catch the worst of it.
Then she felt some power buzzing in her soul and rattling her bones. Through her veins it coursed, before it hit her eye, where it exploded into an inferno. Her fingers twitched, and she fired off a blast so powerful it sent her tumbling on her bottom.
And when she peered up to see what had occured, she saw the branch suspended on nothing but air.
"What the…" Karma and Eva said at the exact same time, just as she was struck with a sudden fit of dizziness. Black clouded the edges of her vision, latching onto her and pulling the girl deeper into darkness. She couldn't do anything to break free, so Evanne just let herself get dragged deeper into the abyss.
"EVA!"
Evanne shook her head. When the hell did she become so dramatic?
Karma walked over to the fridge, pulling out a large, red bowl with various geometric designs. Normally, it would have pissed her off that he was eating her nachos without permission. But the ginger was quiet, too quiet to be normal. She wondered who those people were to make him behave like this.
"Karma." She finally spoke. He didn't respond. Instead, he simply began to consume the delectable treat. If tossing the food behind him with a blank expression counts as eating.
"Karma!" Evanne said again, only this time shouting. When he was once again silent, she stomped over to him and grabbed his face, cradling it. His sky blue orbs were puffy from the tears falling down his cheeks like a waterfall.
It was so startling, she had to take a step back. Karma had only ever cried once for all the years she'd known him. Back when they were kids, he had woken up screaming and balling his eyes out from a nightmare, but refused to explain what had occured in the dream. Besides that, it was practically unheard of. These people-the blonde girl and the teal-eyed boy- were bad news.
"Please, Evanne-" He hiccuped as he spoke to her, "Please don't leave me. I ca- I can't tell you anything about those people from before. I want to, I wan- want to so much, but I can't. It will just put you in more danger, so please just trust me. I couldn't bare it if you left."
Evanne peered up at him, surprised. After all they've been through, after all the time spent together, did he really think she was going to leave him? Judging by his sniffling and puppy-dog like expression, she guessed he did- the fucking dumbass.
With a smile, she lay her forehead against his own.
"Are you an idiot, of course I'd never leave you. I love you. It doesn't matter if you can't tell me anything. I trust you". He looked up at her, rubbing his nose against his sleeve.
"Promise?" He asked.
"Promise, you dumbass." She responded, and they just stood there, in tranquility. Evanne felt their best conversations were in this comforting silence where time just flew by. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours; soon enough the sky was blanketed by stars. Karmaś sniffling had subsided to whimpers.
"You okay now?" Evanne asked, hoping this strange version of Karma was gone. Next time she saw those dunces from before, she'd give them a piece of her mind for making him act like this.
Karma smiled a very cheeky, shiteating smile.
"Yeah, but I'm gonna need some medical care." He began.
"Why?" She questioned. Her heart began pounding frantically in her chest with worry. Did he hurt himself during the fire? She thought, examining her friend for injuries.
"Cause I scraped my knee falling for you all over again."He finished, with finger guns for emphasis. In response, Eva slapped him in the face.
"Dumbass." She muttered.
"Bite me."He retorted, iris's narrowed in a glare.
"Gladly." She answered, before Eva pounced. Straddling him, she observed the ginger from her place on top of him. He was blushing, that annoying shit-eating smirk vanished into thin air.
"Damn you and your father, teaching you self defense." He muttered to himself with a pout. Evanne laughed and silently thanked her dad -Michael Williams- for his lessons. Slowly, carefully, she removed herself from his body.
"Ugh, it was your own fault for being a dumbass." She turned to look over at the clock. It read 9:30 pm. "Now, itś late. We have school in the morning."
Karma groaned.
"But itś SOO BOOORING! Come on, skip with me Eva." He said.
"Yeah right. Unlike you, I actually want an education. Even if our teacher is a dummy." She huffed, and Karma snorted at education. Listening to rant about her ex's wasn't exactly the most ideal form of learning. Nor was it enjoyable.
"Whatever. Let's go to bed." Eva shook her head. Karma flopped onto the couch. Eva followed suite. Since it made the nightmares easier to bear, they often slept together.
"Goodnight." Karma whispered, to which Evanne smiled.
"Goodnight."She responded, before she fell into a deep sleep….
As Evanne walked along a stone path, she was in awe of the glimmering crystal buildings lining the streets. A giant, eight foot long scorpion carted people around in carriages- as if they were taxis- and a giant dome encased the city. But there was something queer about this gorgeous place. For one, it was the people eyes. They were cold and dead, like a fish's. Then there were the OTHER beings. Backs ramrod straight, as if preening peacocks, dressed in fine silks and adorned in various jewels.
Where the hell was she, Eva thought, looking around. Thatś when she spotted a man-A beggar, she concluded- sitting beside her. She tapped him on the shoulder, though her hand seemed to phase right through him.
Evanne stared at it in wonder. What the?
"Hello?" The brunette asked, hoping he would at least be able to hear her. He was unfortunately unresponsive. Instead, he continued to count a currency she could not name for the life of her.
"HELLO!" She tried again, waving her hands in his face, but was once again met with no answer. Can he not hear me? Evanne pondered, as a woman walked by them. She looked too beautiful to be real, with her hair plaited and tied up in an impeccable bun, her eyes two sapphires in a heart shaped frame. The blacknette was clothed in a scarlet dress; rubies sewn into the hem and sleeves.
Finally, the man peered upwards, hands cupped up towards her in a begging position. Full, pink lips twisted into a scowl.
"Filthy human." She muttered, before kicking him with a jewel encrusted toe. The beggar yelped, cradling his swollen hand to his chest. But his attacker was far from done. She booted him once again.
"I believe the council was simply idiotic to allow you to live among your betters. I mean, you are animals compared to our excellence. You should be licking our feet, peasant. Go on, lick them! Lick my stilettos!" She screamed, harming the old man until he was forced to curl up into a ball to protect himself.
Evanne could only watch, stunned. How could someone beat an old man as if he were animal? It just wasn't humane at all.
Her blood boiled and her hands balled into a fist so clenched, her nails left crescents in the girls palms. These people sure as hell better hope she couldn't touch them. Otherwise that women would get a face full of her fist!
Once the alluring female had finished the man's beating, she turned towards Eva with narrowed, hate filled irisś.
"You're next." She promised.
Anger instantly morphed into an overwhelming sense of danger at that moment; she had never seen eyes that were blazing with such abhor-even Karma's weren't that horrible!
So Evanne did the only thing she could do: She turned tail and ran, feet pounding on the stone. The girl had no idea were she was going, all she knew was that she had to get out of here. Then, Eva saw a light. She picked up pace, leaped into it, and…
Found herself in a field.
Blossoms, as far as the eye could see, little navy blue ones with yellow, silver, and purple dots, that made them appear like stars.
Goosebumps prickled her arms as a breeze wafted by. Shivering, she looked around. There was not a single soul in sight. But the heavy feeling in her chest wouldn't leviate yet. Evanne had to make sure no one was here.
"Hello!?" She called out.
"Hello, you say." A voice called back: The flowers.
"I love you Asriel, you say."
"Dude, stop speaking nerd, you say."
"Asriel! Assie! Don't leave me! Don't leave me! you say"
"I realized that we aren't that different at all, you say."
"Most people think I'm crazy, you say."
"They had problems with my birth, thatś why my mom made a deal with Vespera, you say."
"I love you too Chara, you say."
"NO! NO! You say."
Evanne's hands flew to her ears, attempting to block the resonating voices of hundreds of flowers. Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! She thought, taking a step to take her leave.
When she did, however, there was crack. Eva barely had time to think 'Oh, shit' before she was plummeting, falling to her doom. Her scream caught in her throat, and she braced herself for impact with the ground.
But it never occured, and Evanne found herself on something soft and squishy: The blossoms, growing underground with the aid of light flitting in from above.
"Ow." Evanne groaned, and rubbed the part of her face that landed first.
"About time you got here. Eva, you're slow as hell." A voice cut in. Despite her eyes still adjusting to the surrounding darkness, the tone was overly familiar to the brunette.
She bristled. It couldn't be, could it?
She swiveled to find a girl with frizzy brown hair, lazily leaning against a rock, sucking on a Dum Dum lollipop.
She had what we called Stilts hair, which is locks that are muddy brown at the roots, but slowly progress to pale white, as the color leaches out of from the stress of life. Her eyes, like Evanne's own, possessed heterochromia- The left was navy blue, while the right rivalled the sky with it's color. It matched her navy blue, pink striped sweater, and the circlet of talking blossoms around her head.
She was stunning, beautiful, gorgeous. And I knew deep in my gut that this girl was Chara.
"What the hell is going on?" Evanne asked, as she circled around me.
"Well, usually I'm talking and looking through a one way birds eye view of your mind. But,right now, I'm letting you look through it the opposite way. What you saw before were memories, my memories."
The brunette freaked at that. Did Chara actually see a beggar get kicked by a women; were those flowers repeating old conversations from the girls past? Evanne's head hurt just thinking about it.
She had never known much about Chara, had always begged for information about her and was always refused. So now that she knew some knowledge, Eva didn't know how to react.
Fortunately, the brunette didn't have to, as the blue eyed girl continued.
"I bet you're wondering why, after all these years, am I letting you see a bit of my personal life. Well, that was a risk I needed to take to talk to you."
"Why do you need to talk to me?" Eva asked. Chara sighed.
"Because the people you met today are little shits. As you have seen, they are very dangerous beings who will kill you the first chance they get. Like they did to my family, my best friend…" Her iris's turned hard, but in the blink of an eye they softened. "Thatś why I wanted to ask if you wanted to try something. It won't hurt, I promise. But it will ensure your safety.
"What the hell is it?" She asked. What could this something be to warrant her worry?
Chara closed her orbs, then reopened them with newfound determination. "Itś called a half body take-over."
Huh? Was her only thought.
"You see, my consciousness is usually just shoved into the back of your brain- interconnected but not merged. In a half body takeover, I would take the reins of your body and mind, and take control of you for a while. This is is unlike a full body takeover, which would be our minds merging completely. It won't hurt or anything, and I'll only be able to do it for a few minutes before I collapse, but itś at least something to protect you. It's your decision Eva."
Evanne peered at her outstretched hand. To have the power to defend herself, to shield Karma. That was all she had ever wanted. The answer was easy. She took her newfound partners palm.
"Deal." She said. Then everything went black….
Evanne awoke with a start. Was that all a dream? She wondered, staring at her open palm. She looked over to find Karma absent from his place beside her. He must be skipping, she surmised.
Eva looked over at the clock. It read 6: 15. School begin at 7: 45, and the old, crumbling stone building was at least six blocks away.
Sighing, she leapt to her feet and walked over to the closet, throwing it ajar. The girl immediately groaned at it's contents. Of all the clothes that were not dirty, why did it have to be pink?
The last piece of apparel the brunette indeed possessed was a cherry pink, navy blue striped sweater that hung slightly off the shoulder, along with a pair of black leggings. Evanne wasn't ecstatic about attire, but she had forgotten to do the laundry last night- stupid creepy model guy and blonde girl.
So, with a groan, she slipped on the clothing, pulled up her pair of knee length, brown combat boots, and was out the door.
Unlike classes A-D that were tidy and flawless-neat desks, materials put away in the right places, not in constant need of window repairs- class E-4 was anything but. In fact, Evanne was convinced it was devil spawn of World War 1 and Hell. Which was why she wasn't the least bit astonished to open the door to screaming and overturned desks.
Two boys- one with blonde hair and emerald green eyes and another with a lopsided grin- appeared to be using math books as sleds. Zero and Belch, as we had "lovingly" nicknamed them, were playing "Who could break the most stuff" in the corner, and Anne Baker was preaching something atop a desk that she couldn't make out. Conner swung from a ceiling lamp.
And in the middle of it all, was , nonchalantly painting her toenails. Eva cleared her throat to get her attention.
"What?" She asked, her voice as if she had swallowed a frog. The brunette gulped, looking anywhere but at the blonde.
"Um- Um- I'm early so-Um- I was wondering if I could visit my-uh, uh" She was thankfully interrupted.
"Yeah, yeah whatever." Her professor told her with a wave of her hand, before continuing to paint the marbles she called toenails.
"Do I need a hall pass?" Evanne questioned. This resulted in a steely glare from the older women. If looks could kill, she'd be ten feet under already.
"WILL YOU JUST GO ALREADY!" She screamed, and Evanne ran faster than she had ever in her life.