Hello, again~!

Here we are, with chapter nine ready to go~

I do not own Rick and Morty, nor do I own any music/songs, companies, games, bands/groups, or movies that may be mentioned in this fanfic.

However, the only character I do own is: Eveena "Eve" Sanchez, Elora Needful, Rick's mother, a few aliens, a robot servant, and my poetry that coincides with the story. You'll be able to identify it due to the bold/italic print.

WARNING: Rating may change to "M" later on due to language and/or sexual tendencies.

Enjoy~

Chapter Nine

The Evest Eve

Eveena stood outside in the garden, kneeling down beside the plants. She stared at them hardly, peering down at her bandaged hand. She didn't understand. Did she love Rick or did she despise him? Was it a bit of both? Certainly, she didn't hate him. If that were the case, why did she break something just by the mere thought of him? The sound of a few footsteps brought her attention upwards.

Summer stared down at her, both hands fidgeting in front of her and she tried her best to maintain eye contact. When she finally gave up and realized she couldn't, she looked away and began to speak. "Hey, grandma? I found some papers over on your bedside table while mom and I were helping your robot clean your room. And, um.. Mom told me that she'd talk to you about it later on, but I can't wait on her being afraid to intervene with a serious matter." Without another word, Summer reached into her pocket, pulling out a number of folded papers and contracts.

Eve watched her, her expression slightly faltering into a pained one.

Summer then unfolded the papers, showing one to Eve. "S-see this? This is a signed contract by some man named Albert Jones to have you committed into Soul's Asylum any time you act out. And in fine print, it says 'the patient will be remaining in the current facility until further notice from family members or until the termination of the symptoms from the following liquidized medications: E-08, 27-V, 77-O, L-89, 43-U, 11-T, I-14, 5-O, N-79, etcetera.' Then, it says down here, 'The assigned immunizations are not intended to strengthen the patient's emotional, physical,or mental stability as well as anything pertaining to extra-mundane or unearthly cogency. The following medications are meant to relax the patient's mental state as well as diffuse all negative memories and/or incidents that have anything to do with Rick Sanchez.' Grandma, you know that they're not helping you, right? I think this Albert guy just wants to get paid so he fills you up with a bunch of harmful injections and pills! Do you remember when your robot injected you with that blue stuff yesterday afternoon? What was that called?"

Eve stayed silent during all of this, however when Summer asked her what the serum was called, she answered. "5-O."

"Do you know what the real purpose for that stuff is?"

Eve shook her head. "Sir Jones stated the information was classified and is classified for every medicine he prescribes me.."

Summer clenched her fist. "He can't do that! You need to know what you're taking! This stuff could kill you!"

"... I see..." Her gaze was fixed on the flowers intently.

Summer frowned, flipping to another page. "There's more, grandma. Here's a list of all of the injections that they've put in you so far and this is what they really do to you. 27-V stops you from dying and from bleeding, but you can still feel pain. L-89 gives you better hearing, tasting, seeing, and smelling senses than the regular human being. 43-U gives you the ability to... Communicate with plants and insects? Ew. Anyways, 11-T gives the ability to read or sense the emotions... Or control the emotions of other human beings, plants, or animals. And 5-O increases your emotions to a maximum state, and that would explain why you freaked out earlier... The last one... N-79... Lets you travel between two or more dimensions, realities, or realms." She put the papers down and dropped her head sadly, glancing up at her grandmother. "Grandma, why else would they need to inject you with all of this crazy stuff? They're trying to turn you into some kind of unnatural and obscure experiment for something terrible, and I bet the government has something to do with it now that there's a bunch of aliens walking around here on Earth! And, all of these injections have terrible side-affects, 5-O being a prime example! And what does Albert do when your body and your brain functions react to those side affects? He doesn't even give you ANY medicine to help and he covers it up with a lie, saying that you're just "acting out!" He brings you back to that asylum and they do more disgusting tests on you, don't they?" Her eyes brimmed with tears when Eve didn't answer. "Don't they?!"

Eve peered away from the flowers, her own eyes beginning to well up with tears. She hugged herself, shying away from Summer. "Yes.. They do. My sincere apologies for not alerting the authorities or even my own family members. Whenever I used to seek help, everyone would view me as someone who was completely bonkers. That gave Sir Jones an absolutely perfect opportunity to apologize for my behavior and claim that I was merely acting out once again." A few tears spiraled down her cheeks that were flushed with embarrassment. "It hurts. The injections... The aftershocks... The feeling of those terrible fluids coursing through my veins and my skin and my blood. It hurts so bad that I try to scratch it out or force it out in any way possible. I... I'm not crazy... I'm not..."

Summer knelt down in front of her, gathering her hands into her own. "Grandma Eve, let us help you. Please. We're your family. We love you. We don't want to see you like this, and I honestly believe that grandpa Rick wouldn't like to see you like this either." She smiled reassuringly.

A nearby flower rustled at the mention of his name around the same time Eve's cheeks flushed red. "Rick..." She looked down and smiled.

Summer noticed this and looked at her again. "Now, grandma this is important. What injections did they inject you with already?"

Eve's smile decreased and she looked down. "They've injected me with 27-V, 77-O, 43-U, 11-T, and 5-O. They've done each of these injections numerous times now. I lost count.. My apologies."

Summer smiled. "No, it's okay. You're gonna be okay, I promise. Now, let's go out to eat tonight. Maybe a Chinese restaurant or a buffe."

Eve blinked. "Alright, I'll go and get ready." She stood and walked into the house, not bothering to close the door behind her.

When she was out of her sight, Summer withdrew the space phone she'd used to contact her grandfather and Morty with previously. "Did you get all that?"

On the other line, Squanchy replied. "Yeah, I did. Oh man, Rick's gonna throw a fit when he hears about this. You know how much he loves her."

"Wait, what? But, grandpa Rick left her."

Something in Squanchy's voice shifted. "So? Have you ever stopped to wonder why? He left to protect Eve and Beth. He didn't leave to put her where she is now. That's the main reason why he hates himself so much. He thinks he ruined the person she used to be."

Summer remained silent, not being able to find a suitable response.

"Who do you think is behind all of this?"

"What do you mean? It's that Albert douche, of course."

Squanchy's voice darkened. "No, I mean who do you think is really behind all of this?"

"Is there something you're not telling me?"

It was then that Squanchy hung up the phone.

Summer arched an eyebrow, narrowing her eyes with a sigh. She then stood and walked into the house.

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Evil Morty stared off into space with a rather unpleasant glare fixed on his face. "So, you're saying that Summer and that dreaded cat are trying to reunite Rick with Eve?"

"Y-Yes Sir.." Albert averted eye contact fearfully. However, his blood ran cold when Evil Morty began to laugh. "S-Sir? I fail to see the laughing matter. Earth Rick from Earth Dimension C 137, The Rickest Rick, is out of intergalactic prison and I'm certain that his feline ally will indeed tell him what I've done with Eveena! He'll come after us and we're barely finished with our EVOLUTION C 137 process, mainly because Eve's family members have now taken her into custody and we rarely have time to continue the process!"

"Do you know the meaning of EVOLUTION C 137? I want The Rickest Rick to return and I want to see the look on his face when he sees his wife evolving into a Rick-killing machine. We'll inflict her with the abilities of the aliens of which no one has yet defeated, in human form. With the help of the serums that were carefully extracted from each extra terrestrial being, we'll have her destroy all of the remaining Rick's I've yet to kill, or perhaps she'll just go completely insane due to the side affects altogether. What better way for Rick Sanchez to suffer than to have his wife committed for life, and the cause? Being guilty of murdering countless Ricks in countless timelines, but having no memory of doing so thanks to those lovely ECT's. Or just simply losing her sanity altogether, and being nothing but a hollow shell of the woman she once was. It's the perfect plan. She'll be the one locked behind bars or locked away in a mental asylum for the rest of her life. Either way, he's lost the love of his life once and for all."

Albert watched the little mastermind laugh to himself, however there was something that didn't add up. "Um.. Sir?"

"What?"

"You said Rick's wife. I believe she's his ex wife, considering-"

"Considering what? He left her? No matter." He finally turned and faced him, his eye patch returned and his eerie smile remaining. "To be an ex wife or husband, you have to file the divorce papers to confirm that you are no longer married. If you remember, Rick walked out on Eveena without a word, and Eveena broke down immediately afterwards, so neither of them truly signed anything. Not to mention, each of them still have their engagement rings." He then withdrew a silver ring with a medium-sized crystal that glimmered in the dimmed light. "It was always in his coat pocket, while her ring never left her index finger. I've just taken it upon myself to perhaps add more fuel to the flames." He rotated the ring around in his fingers. "Love is quite a beautiful and delicate thing, kind of like Eve. It's a shame we're turning her into the exact opposite, though. Wouldn't you agree to disagree, Albert?"

Albert didn't answer. He just stared at him quietly.

Evil Morty continued. "Besides, this is the Rickest Rick. Earth Rick Sanchez from Earth Dimension C 137. Do you know why he's considered the Rickest Rick of them all? Because, he's the one of the only Rick's who genuinely care for his Morty, as well as the rest of his family. If you recalled his pathetic crying over his Morty, you'd think that his Morty would be his weak spot. But, no. Oh, no. His real weakness is Eveena. The love of his life whom he never actually stopped loving to begin with. He's the Rickest Rick because he loves her more than any Rick in any timeline. And that, Albert, is exactly how we're going to put an end to Rick Sanchez once and for all."

••• To Be Continued •••

Hello, everyone!~ Chapter 10 will be revealed soon. You never expected that one, did you? Well, I'm off for now. Be prepared for another round of Rick and Eve's shattered Paradise in due time. Until then, farewell~