In the Shadows
Part 4
By: Emily AKA Haley of Neron
A salty tear ran down Eve's smooth face and dripped onto William's forehead, running down his cheek and onto the floor. She sat there on that floor screaming in anguish for a long while. Thoughts rushed through her body like blood. She kept telling herself that if she had just gotten up her courage to come into the open before André got to William, that William would still be alive. Everybody ran when they heard her screams, but Eve was too shocked to move, or tell what happened. The friends sat by her, and comforted her the best they could. They were all crying, but knew that the death hit Eve the hardest, especially her being the only known witness to the villainous crime. Eve and William's love for each other was well known now throughout the palace, and Eve was never suspected as the murderer. Eve sat there with her friends around her, with Williams's lifeless head in her lap. Tears flowed endlessly down everybody's cheeks to make a puddle on the floor.
Eve now remembered what happened the night William left for Kerry's. She felt unfaithful to the point where thoughts of suicide raced through her head. She was planning to run herself through with a sword as atonement for her crimes. That thought was quickly diminished—because of her fear of death? Yes. But also with fear that André would kill again. Clear-cut common sense was the only thing that saved her from walking to André right now and confronting him. She had to do something, but now was not the right time; she was too weak with sorrow. She had to be ready, physically and mentally.
Her friends dragged her off the floor long after William's limp body was carried away. Paiden and Jacob carried her to her room, with Ellie and Naomi walking beside them. Eve was exhausted, and fell asleep the moment she touched her bed. The friends walked solemnly out of the room, retreating to one of the sitting rooms, to figure out a way of getting Eve out of what they thought would be a long fight with depression.
***
Eve woke up in the late afternoon, with tearstains on her cheeks, and a vivid memory of what had happened the previous night. She knew who was to blame, and she had to do something to ease her conscience. She limbered slowly out of bed and got dressed in breeches and a shirt—a dress would not work for what she was going to do. Before anything else, she had to have food. Eve called in a servant that brought her a plate of mutton, some bread and wine. Eve swallowed each bite slowly; her throat was hurt from the screaming she had done. She remembered the murder with incredible detail, and it was hard to even think about confronting André. Fear held her back, but mourning pushed her on.
After her late lunch, she went to William's rooms, and gathered a small dagger from his desk. She crept through the hallways, towards André's rooms. People passing by, looked at her with fear and curiosity, as she held the dagger openly. As she reached André's door it took all of her courage to knock. When she finally gathered herself, and did knock, there was no answer. Eve had an idea where André could be, and decided he had left, or was leaving. She rushed quickly to the stables, where she found André, saddling his horse.
Eve ran up to him, but not in time. André left everything he owned on the soiled ground, and leapt upon his horse. Eve ran for Wendy and had her untied just as André was at the palace gates. She road bareback after him, the dagger still in her hand, with the wind blowing gallantly through her hair. She followed him to the Temple District, where he quickly dismounted and faced her. Eve came to a startling halt in front of him and jumped onto the ground. She glared at him with all of the fierceness of a warrior. He glared back, with an amused twinkle in his eye.
"There is no way you can stop me now," he said with a menacing laugh.
"You are not the one to judge what I can and cannot do."
She held up her dagger and lunged toward him. André backed away just in time, retreating inside a temple. Eve followed him quickly. André stumbled when he backed into a bench that sat in the temple. Eve took her chance and swiped her blade at his face; he almost completely dodged the blow. The dagger cut a shallow gash in his cheek, angling down and cutting his lip. He gathered himself and backed Eve into a wall, with a window behind her. Eve swung with her dagger, but André was fast, and grabbed her wrist, making the dagger fall to the ground and slide away. André swung a fist at her face, but she ducked—his fist breaking the stained glass behind her. André backed off a little, enough for Eve to see around her.
She saw the jagged piece of broken stained glass from one of the temple windows; it was just a quick arms reach away. She quickly picked up the piece of glass and held it above her head as if she were wielding a battle- ax, ready to strike the oncoming villain. André approached closer…close enough for her to take the life out of him with one swipe of her primitive weapon. An evil grin spread about his handsome face, and he licked away a little bit of blood from his lower lip.
"You won't do it, not to me…dearest, honey," he drawled slyly, holding a powerful gaze over her.
"You are mistaken," she answered, and with that, she swung the glass down with all of her might. The villain ducked the blow, and ran to grab Eve's fallen dagger, as Eve stumbled to keep her balance. He reached the dagger before she had fully gained control of herself, and was next to her in less than a second. The glass had fallen from her grip, and she was defenseless. André wielded his weapon without mercy, and nearly beheaded her with one swipe of the dagger. She collapsed to the floor, breathing her final breaths of life. As life washed out of her, she could hear André laughing above her, and she could barely see his evil grin. Her existence faded into oblivion.
Part 4
By: Emily AKA Haley of Neron
A salty tear ran down Eve's smooth face and dripped onto William's forehead, running down his cheek and onto the floor. She sat there on that floor screaming in anguish for a long while. Thoughts rushed through her body like blood. She kept telling herself that if she had just gotten up her courage to come into the open before André got to William, that William would still be alive. Everybody ran when they heard her screams, but Eve was too shocked to move, or tell what happened. The friends sat by her, and comforted her the best they could. They were all crying, but knew that the death hit Eve the hardest, especially her being the only known witness to the villainous crime. Eve and William's love for each other was well known now throughout the palace, and Eve was never suspected as the murderer. Eve sat there with her friends around her, with Williams's lifeless head in her lap. Tears flowed endlessly down everybody's cheeks to make a puddle on the floor.
Eve now remembered what happened the night William left for Kerry's. She felt unfaithful to the point where thoughts of suicide raced through her head. She was planning to run herself through with a sword as atonement for her crimes. That thought was quickly diminished—because of her fear of death? Yes. But also with fear that André would kill again. Clear-cut common sense was the only thing that saved her from walking to André right now and confronting him. She had to do something, but now was not the right time; she was too weak with sorrow. She had to be ready, physically and mentally.
Her friends dragged her off the floor long after William's limp body was carried away. Paiden and Jacob carried her to her room, with Ellie and Naomi walking beside them. Eve was exhausted, and fell asleep the moment she touched her bed. The friends walked solemnly out of the room, retreating to one of the sitting rooms, to figure out a way of getting Eve out of what they thought would be a long fight with depression.
***
Eve woke up in the late afternoon, with tearstains on her cheeks, and a vivid memory of what had happened the previous night. She knew who was to blame, and she had to do something to ease her conscience. She limbered slowly out of bed and got dressed in breeches and a shirt—a dress would not work for what she was going to do. Before anything else, she had to have food. Eve called in a servant that brought her a plate of mutton, some bread and wine. Eve swallowed each bite slowly; her throat was hurt from the screaming she had done. She remembered the murder with incredible detail, and it was hard to even think about confronting André. Fear held her back, but mourning pushed her on.
After her late lunch, she went to William's rooms, and gathered a small dagger from his desk. She crept through the hallways, towards André's rooms. People passing by, looked at her with fear and curiosity, as she held the dagger openly. As she reached André's door it took all of her courage to knock. When she finally gathered herself, and did knock, there was no answer. Eve had an idea where André could be, and decided he had left, or was leaving. She rushed quickly to the stables, where she found André, saddling his horse.
Eve ran up to him, but not in time. André left everything he owned on the soiled ground, and leapt upon his horse. Eve ran for Wendy and had her untied just as André was at the palace gates. She road bareback after him, the dagger still in her hand, with the wind blowing gallantly through her hair. She followed him to the Temple District, where he quickly dismounted and faced her. Eve came to a startling halt in front of him and jumped onto the ground. She glared at him with all of the fierceness of a warrior. He glared back, with an amused twinkle in his eye.
"There is no way you can stop me now," he said with a menacing laugh.
"You are not the one to judge what I can and cannot do."
She held up her dagger and lunged toward him. André backed away just in time, retreating inside a temple. Eve followed him quickly. André stumbled when he backed into a bench that sat in the temple. Eve took her chance and swiped her blade at his face; he almost completely dodged the blow. The dagger cut a shallow gash in his cheek, angling down and cutting his lip. He gathered himself and backed Eve into a wall, with a window behind her. Eve swung with her dagger, but André was fast, and grabbed her wrist, making the dagger fall to the ground and slide away. André swung a fist at her face, but she ducked—his fist breaking the stained glass behind her. André backed off a little, enough for Eve to see around her.
She saw the jagged piece of broken stained glass from one of the temple windows; it was just a quick arms reach away. She quickly picked up the piece of glass and held it above her head as if she were wielding a battle- ax, ready to strike the oncoming villain. André approached closer…close enough for her to take the life out of him with one swipe of her primitive weapon. An evil grin spread about his handsome face, and he licked away a little bit of blood from his lower lip.
"You won't do it, not to me…dearest, honey," he drawled slyly, holding a powerful gaze over her.
"You are mistaken," she answered, and with that, she swung the glass down with all of her might. The villain ducked the blow, and ran to grab Eve's fallen dagger, as Eve stumbled to keep her balance. He reached the dagger before she had fully gained control of herself, and was next to her in less than a second. The glass had fallen from her grip, and she was defenseless. André wielded his weapon without mercy, and nearly beheaded her with one swipe of the dagger. She collapsed to the floor, breathing her final breaths of life. As life washed out of her, she could hear André laughing above her, and she could barely see his evil grin. Her existence faded into oblivion.