9/16/2011

Interlude: I

Am I...really so different? Why is it that these eyes curse me to hatred and disdain? Lonlieness... I think I rather like it, and that scares me. I dont know...I don't know how to be around other people... How to have an make friends.

I'm scared...

Always scared...

But then, there was them...

"You might not be like us...but you can see, can't you? See differently then everyone else. Maybe those eyes are special after all..." The voice was as bored and uncaring of her as always. "However, maybe those eyes are worth something after all."

"Scarlett Baskerville. That shall be you're name form now on. You shall help keep the noble title of Baskerville alive to the public and outside world. Who you were is gone, you're family has cut ties with the money exchanged." This man...was her replacement father, everything seemed like a replacement.

"What strange eyes you have?" That voice was calm kind, and almost playful. It was accompinied by long brown hair and a simple flowing dress. "Hmmm, you can see things differently... I think you're something special!"

Gentle hands ran through long black hair as a tune was hummed happily. "You're true brother will finally be coming. You've seen him, but not met him just yet. However, now that the switch was finished it is time for you to finally meet him!"

The boy had black hair and eyes as odd as her own. Only they were purple and reminded her of an Abyss...of drakness and power. "This is Glen Baskerville! He's the new head of the Baskerville family, and you're big brother!" She declared happily.

"I apologize...I have a habit of sleeping outside. You needn't have worried so..." The hand landed gently on her head smoothing the ruffled almsot spiked strands that rested at the top layer of her hair. That voice was gentle, even though it was rather distant.

"Alice, must be kept away from all others. Protected and locked away..." She glanced between the girl before her and the man that was her brother. It was painful to see a girl that looked just like the woman that had been so kind to her. Even more so that she sometimes acted like her as well.

Happiness was fadeing away...Glen, was falling into despair. He had told her, told her he had found a way to keep Lacie... However, he also had told her that hope was forever gone. She wasn't sure of anything anymore. Lacie had been gone for such a long time, and Glen was changeing. It was too painful to be near Alice...even so she didn't hate her.

But...was it real?

"Are our memories real?"

Edmund blinked looking over to Alex. They were once more in the Abyss, watching over Alice. Alex, however had been acting strange all day. "What do you mean?" He asked looking back.

"I don't know... When I think back and I remember... I remember Glen. I remember how kind and caring he was...and then I remember how he was the last time I saw him. It's almost as if he was a completely different person. I sometimes wonder, if my memories are real or..."

Edmund's eyes widdened as he realized what she was getting at. "You think you're memories were changed? But if they were that would mean-"

"That you're memories were changed as well..." She muttered, her head falling back to stare at the ceiling. "What if things aren't right? What if they are backwards, mixed up, changed... Glen and Jack...Jack and Glen...Alice and Alyss...Lacie... How can we know Edmund..." She muttered her arms coming up to wrap around her knees.

"Neither of us can clearly remember what happened that night. Neither of us can clearly remember the moments we spent with others. Only the memories we had with one another are clear. I know I love Glen...no matter what happened that night. But how could I feel that way...if Glen really caused my death? And you...you can't remember how you died at all." She said lowly.

Edmund stood frozen his eyes staring blankly ahead. He thought back, he thought back to teh memories he had. Of his family, of Jack, of Glen, of Vincent... Only Alex was clear. And he had only met 'Alice' once, Alex had taken him. He remembered being Jack's brother...he remembered being Sebastian's shadow. He remembered music boxes and watches, and Lacie's song.

But... but Jack met Glen after Lacie was sacrificed. So how...how did he know her enough to make a song? How come he had seemed so pained and sad when he mentioned her?

"Harry..." Edmund blinked when Alex wrapped her arms around him, hiding her face in his back. "Our loyalties...where do they lay? If everything was a lie?" She questioned.

Edmund closed his eyes, remembering...remembering the dark shadows of the cupboard. And the girl in white that loved and played with him. A slow smile spread across his face. "Our loyalties lay with one person alone...our beloved White Queen..." He said softly.

"I love Jack... Even if my memories are fake...I love him as my baby brother. As the child that cried over my bed. However, the one that had been there for me since the beginning was Alyss. And you... I still want to know the truth of what happened that night. Rather it was Glen that was the enemy or Jack that was the hero. I want to know what happened to Jack, and I want to help Alyss remember." He muttered. "I want to make her happy..."

Alex's eyes opened as her cheek leaned on Edmund's back and a smirk slowly crossed her face. "I think...Jack wasn't as golden as we remember... Because Alyss...truely won't forgive him. I think he had just as much to do with that day as Glen did. And really what's a villian and a hero? Both sides could have been just..." She muttered.

"As long as we stay by Alyss's side and protect her, nothing else matters... Only her happiness..."