Author's Note: This story was inspired to me by a song by Creed. I like some of their songs, yes, I admit it. This story is a bit gruesome in some parts. But it's also the prequel to the upcoming fic, "Return to Dark Dimension." I hope you enjoy it!
ADDITIONAL INFO:
Soundtrack:
1. Sister-Creed (?????)
2. Against All Odds-Phil Collins (?????)
Basic Info:
Alternate Titles: None available
Rated PG-13 for blood, violence, and scenes that may be disturbing
for younger viewers.
POISONED LIES
Story by DarkHououmon
Dizziness overwhelmed her as she stood up. Wiping her face with her hands, she took a look at her surroundings. Nothing seemed familiar to the child. Her red hair swayed in the light breeze as she tried to recollect what had happened. She remembered nothing at all.....nothing except a sharp blow in the back of her head. It took her a while to realize that her glasses were off, and tried to pick them up, but the darkness had already overtaken her, and she fell down. She remained in the total darkness, but the light finally came a few hours later.
She found herself in front of something bright and orange. She quickly grabbed her thick-lensed glasses and could make out a small fire. She looked at herself and realized that she was covered in a sleeping bag. A bowl of some type of food had been laid next to her. She groaned a little and sat up, taking a good look around her. She was at someone's camp, she guessed. The girl rubbed her head, and yawned.
The girl then pulled herself off the ground to try walking, but she fell back down. She yelped in pain and grabbed her head. 'What a headache!' She thought. She then heard footsteps from inside a trailer, which she finally noticed was sitting right behind her. She turned to face the direction of the sound.
A man with blonde hair walked out. He wore some type of jacket, tan in color, and had a knife strapped to his leg. A look of concern was on his face, the thing that the girl did not expect to see. "You're awake, kid?" The man asked. His voice sounded tranquil and calm.
"Yes." She meeped.
The man seemed to sense her nervousness, and laughed. "It's all right, child. You're safe with me."
The redhead took a good look at her surroundings again, and glared at the man, and tried to see if she could recognize him. But her mind went blank. She shuddered a little from the cold, and wrapped herself up. She almost forgotten that it was very dark out, and thus colder. The girl closed her eyes. "Where am I?" She asked silently.
"Why," The man began, "You're at my campsite." His voice sounded slightly harsh, but she didn't notice that.
"Who are you?" Was the girl's second question.
This made the man a bit surprised as he blinked several times, but he took no note of it, and said, "We've met before. I'm Sloan Blackburn." He said gently. 'She probably does have amnesia.' He moved in closer to her to get a reaction, but he got none whatsoever. The girl just sat there, staring into nothing.
"I-I don't know who I am." She finally said as a silent tear escaped her eye. Sloan gasped, and then the girl turned towards him. She looked at him through big teary eyes. "I don't know who I am!"
Unable to think, Sloan said, "I know who you are." The girl stopped the tears from flowing and looked at him, her eyes brightening.
"Then," She sighed, "Who am I?"
Sloan rubbed the back of his head. "You're...Eliza Thornberry."
The girl blinked. "I don't recognize the name."
"That's because you have amnesia." The girl, now identified as Eliza, looked to the ground, a sadness look plastered on her face. She just wished she could remember her past. "But it's probably best that you do." The man intentionally added in.
Eliza's eyes widened slightly. "Why?"
Sloan gave a sad sigh. "It's a sad story...yes....." He looked away from the child, who kept looking at him, almost begging him to tell the story.
"I must know!" The girl shouted, sitting up as well as she could. Sloan looks at her, then back at the ground. He grabs a stick and begins tracing into the ground with it. 'I should tell her....' He almost mentally chuckled.
Giving a single sigh, the man turns back towards her. "It was your sister." That was the only thing he said at first. He waited for the girl's reaction. He wasn't sure if Eliza had full amnesia or not. If she did, he could get his revenge on the Thornberrys easily. But if she did remember, it might be a bit trickier.
Eliza just blinked in confusion. "I-I have a sister?" 'Yes! She doesn't remember!' Sloan's mind shouted happily. But he didn't show it. He couldn't let the girl in on his little secret. He instead began to talk very solemnly.
"Yes. Her name is Debbie."
Eliza cocked her head to the right, not sure of what to think of this. "What about her?"
Yet another sigh escaped Sloan's mouth. It was the only thing he could do to keep from laughing. "She...she......." He choked out, but it seemed as though he could say it. He wiped away an invisible tear.
Eliza edged closer to him. She repeated her question, "What about her?" Finally the man set the stick on the floor, no longer wanting to hold it.
"She attacked you." The young girl gasped and moved back in surprise. Sloan continued, "Not only that, but she's the one who did this to you," He gestured to the back of her head, and she noticed the bump as she felt around it. "And then she just left you...." The poacher turned his head away, but his mind was still open, locking in on the girl. 'This should work.' He kept telling himself.
Caught up in the middle
Had no choice, had no choice
Birthright forgotten
So silent, no voice
Meanwhile, the girl was trying to digest this new bit of information. How could this be possible? Somehow Eliza knew that Debbie shouldn't be her enemy. But if she wasn't, why would she hurt her own sister? Eliza's breathing seemed to quicken. Her heart sped up faster and faster. She gripped the ground tightly in her hands. The dirt seeped through her fingers as she raised both hands up in a fist. She closed her eyes, and let a few tears of betrayal escape her eyes, and hit the ground. Her eyes were tightly closed, and she then reopened them. Instead of the happy look she usually has in her eyes, a look of cold hatred was in them. Even Sloan was a bit taken back by this hard look.
The child turned her gaze towards the man. "I want...to get even." Eliza said darkly. She never turned her almost lifeless eyes away from Sloan.
"S-Sure." He muttered quickly. He grabbed his bag, and rummaged through it. Eliza waited patiently. 'Debbie will pay.' Were the words clouding her mind and judgment. She watched as the poacher tried to find something in the bag. It looked almost empty, she thought. Finally, the man found what he wanted and pulled it out. Eliza couldn't help but smile, sneering as well. In Sloan's hand was a knife. It wasn't the same one as his own. No, this one was more dangerous than his own. The handle was only about 4 or 5 inches long. The handle was ebony wood, shadowy black. The blade, made from stainless steel, as the part that seemed most impressive. It stretched outward, a sawed bottom edge, towards one direction. It made a slight curve in the middle. The blade itself was almost 26 inches from the top of the handle to the tip of the blade. A machete it was.
"Here." Sloan said as he tossed the machete over. "Use this." The machete twirled in the air, and Eliza grabbed it by the blade, not cutting herself. Not even a scratch appeared as she tightly gripped the knife in her bare hands.
I see you
You know who
Little sister, little sister
Now realize, little sister
Overlooked little girl
Now realize, little sister
Overlooked little girl
"This will do nicely." She said. She rose to her feet. Sloan watched as the girl looked around. She looked back at Sloan. "Which way?"
The poacher looked at the girl with a bit of uneasiness nerving him. He could see the rage in her eyes. It had been too easy to manipulate her. Too easy... He pointed a gloved finger in a single direction. No words were needed. Not even a gesture. It only took the point of the finger to set Eliza off. The 12 year old took off into the forest, alone. Sloan watched her leave, and when she was out of sight, his nervous face turned into an evil smile.
"That went very well." He picked up a stick, and drew something into the ground. "When one Thornberry falls, the rest will follow." His dark words escaped his throat in a growl. "I just might be able to get rid of Eliza, and without even harming her or her family myself." The fire crackled almost instantly as Sloan laughed, but Eliza never heard him.....
The Commvee lay almost hidden against the trees. The branches lightly touched the roof, and barely make a scratch. The black stripes made it blend in with the shadows, but the yellow made it stand out like a sore thumb. The lights were off. It was night time. Eliza had been gone for quite some time, and Debbie was keeping watch for her. The teenager at first was grumbling about how her sister is always going on adventures and such. But when Darwin had returned and with no Eliza, things started to get serious. When Darwin came back, they couldn't go out searching for Eliza because it was too dark, too late, and no rangers were available. They could only hope that the girl would come back. Debbie sat down in her chair, her headphones on, and listened to her favorite rock band.
She turned the music off. She felt something weird, like something very bad was about to happen.
"Maybe it's just a gut feeling." She murmured to herself as she pulled herself up from the chair. 'Might as well look around.' She pulled out her flashlight. She thought she saw something rush through the foliage, but thought it was her imagination. The teenager moved the light of the flashlight around. The illuminated areas revealed nothing. The light just kept hitting leaves and bark. She could have sworn she saw some small animals in the process. Debbie did not see anything to worry about, though. She turned to go back to her seat when the sound she though she had imagined earlier went off again, this time quicker. 'Now I KNOW I didn't imagine that one.' Debbie turned around.
"Who's there?" She asked nervously. There was some defiance in her voice. She did not want to sound like a coward.
Bottled up and empty holding back
At loss, you're forgotten
Getting back, get back
Bottled up and empty holding back
At loss, you're forgotten
Getting back, get back, get back, get back, yeah
The rustling of the bushes was heard again, and the bushes began to part. Debbie tried to turn on the flashlight again, but the light flickered off. The only light was from the candle that she had out in case the flashlight went dead. The candle light provided little view for Debbie, and she had to squint to get a better look at the intruder. Her eyes widened as the figure came closer, ever so slowly. It took a while, but Debbie finally recognized the figure.
"Eliza?" The teenager gasped, seeing the outline of her sister against the weak light. "You're back!" She gave a genuine smile, but that soon faded when Eliza stepped one step closer, and she could see the look of hatred glued on her little sister's face.
Her eyes were so cold and lifeless...it was almost hard to believe this was Eliza. And she wasn't prepared for what she said next. "Don't try that on me....You were responsible for my disappearance!" Though it wasn't the best choice of words, the tone of her voice made the impact on Debbie, who backed away in confusion.
Expectations of another
Love given to the younger
Broken father, broken brother
Emptiness feeds the hunger
"W-What?" She blinked. "I didn't do any....."
"Don't give me that." The smaller girl hissed back, startling Debbie even more. Eliza snarled, and continued, "I've been warned of your lies...." 'Somewhat.' She continued in her thought. The blonde blinked, and opened her mouth to try and persuade the girl that she was wrong. But before she could get a word out, Eliza reached out from behind her back. "If I believed you," Eliza growled lightly, "Then I wouldn't have come here to do...this." Her voice turned dark, almost like a snake's hiss.
"What are you talking about?" The confused teenager seemed to become more frustrated than nervous, but that all shifted as the redhead pulled her hand from behind her back, revealing what she was hiding. "Oh my..." Debbie didn't utter the last word. She was too busy staring at the sharp object that Eliza was holding. In her hand, in a fist shaking with rage, was a very long machete. It looked to be about 26 inches long. Debbie stepped back, her eyes widening.
Eliza smiled, and purred, "Oh, sister...dear...I'm back!"
Suddenly, without warning, the small girl leapt forward, and brought the blade out in front of her. The sharp end pointed straight at Debbie's neck. The teenager at first was frozen in fear. 'What is she doing?' Her mind raced panickingly. She finally got the nerve to move, and quickly dodged to the side. The blade swished past her, and stuck into the side of the tree that she was standing near. The machete's blade was stuck. Debbie had her eyes closed and shook with fear. She opened up her eyes, and could see her little sister's face glaring at her through a cold stare. Eliza grunted and pulled the blade out. 'Her anger must've made her stronger.' Debbie thought, since Eliza seemed to have no difficulty in pulling out the machete. But while she was preoccupied, Debbie turned and made a run for it.
Once the blade was out, the smaller girl noticed that the older girl had gone. "Debbie...." She snarled, and took off after the teenager.
Debbie didn't look back. She was too busy wondering why her sister was acting the way she is. It didn't make any sense! Eliza never acted like this before! They had fought before, but Eliza never pulled out a knife to her like that, especially in a threatening manner. However, Debbie wasn't paying attention to where she was going, and tripped over a vine.
"Ow!" She yelped as her face hit the ground. She struggled to get up on her feet, but then she heard a snort, then a cry.
"What?" She asked, but as soon as that word left her mouth, she felt someone pushing her into the ground. Eliza had leapt out from behind when Debbie wasn't looking, the machete in her hands. The two sisters skidded across the grassy floor, and finally came to a stop in the middle of a group of trees. Debbie didn't look right away. She gave a few gasps, then turned her head around. Eliza used one hand to pin the blonde into the ground. She held the 26 inch machete in the other hand, and raised it high above the older girl's head. She felt her fear rise within her.
"Eliza, don't...." She whispered softly, hoping that Eliza would realize the truth. But the redhead seemed unfazed, and tightened the muscles in her arm, preparing for the blow.
I see you
You know who
Little sister, little sister
Now realize, little sister
Overlooked little girl
Now realize, little sister
Overlooked little girl
"It's too late, sister." The redhead's voice sounded vicious, like Sloan's. 'Could he have something to do with this?' Debbie wondered. Her eyes, widened in horror, locked on the sharp end of the blade. She then looked at her younger sister. The look on her face could make anyone run away in dread. Her eyes bore the look of hatred, even stronger than hatred. They no longer had the life in them as they had before her disappearance.
'Why?' Debbie wondered. Eliza's face contorted into a vicious grin, and whispered, "Die." The teenager's mouth dropped open in terror and the blade swung down. Debbie closed her eyes tightly, and waited for the blow. But to her surprise, she felt the swoosh of the blade striking to the side of her head, and hitting the dirt.
The teenager seemed confused. "Wha..?" She murmured, and opened up her eyes. She looked up at her sister. Eliza seemed frozen in fear. Her face still had the angered snarl, but her eyes had softened up, brimming with tears.
"I...can't...." Eliza whispered softly.
"Eliza?" Debbie asked, concerned as Eliza started shaking.
Bottled up and empty holding back
At loss, you're forgotten
Getting back, get back
Bottled up and empty holding back
At loss, you're forgotten
Getting back, get back, get back, get back, yeah
Eliza wasn't listening. She continued to shake as if in fear of something. Inside her mind she was debating with herself. 'She's my sister! No matter what she's done, I can't....' A flash of anger went by. 'But she is the one who attacked me...Still....' She dropped the machete on the ground, and clutched her head. "Why can't I do it?!" She screamed to no one in particular.
Debbie rose to her feet, taken aback by this display of emotion. "Eliza?" She whispered again. The younger girl still didn't move, almost like she was no longer aware of her surroundings. Debbie cautiously moved forward closer to the troubled little girl. 'I must....' Eliza's eyes snapped open, and she suddenly leapt at Debbie again. The teenager yelped in surprise when she was pushed into the ground yet again.
"Eliza!" She screamed in surprise. "Stop!" She pleaded, but the machete was above her head once more.
"I will not be distracted anymore." The dark voice hissed at Debbie, and made her spine freeze in fright. In an effort to save herself, Debbie kicked Eliza in the stomach with her knee. The small girl yelped in pain and got off her sister and held her stomach. A little bit of blood trickled out of her mouth. She gave a few growly gasps, and glared at her sister. "You..." She said threateningly.
'Oh man...' Debbie backed away from the enraged girl. The machete raised again. Debbie looked back towards the Commvee. Everyone was probably asleep by now. 'I don't think I should wake them....but....' She looked back at her sister, who was advancing dangerously. 'I don't think I have a choice.' Without warning, Eliza sprang up to attack. Debbie ran towards the Commvee, and Eliza hit the ground. She snarled as she climbed back up to her feet, and took off after her sister again.
The next minute, the teenager was in the Commvee, trying to find a place to hide. She saw something sharp on the floor. She picked it up. 'A knife.' It wasn't nearly as big as the machete, but the blade was thicker than the machete's blade. It would do to keep the blade from hitting her. Debbie held onto it as she continued to move down in the darkness of the bedroom. She hadn't a clue if Eliza would find her in the dark so easily. Debbie slowly rose to her feet and looked around the room dreadfully. She slowly backed up, wondering where Eliza could be. She then bumped into something soft and stiff at the same time. She then heard a dark chuckle, and eyes grew wide.
"No....not.....don't...." She muttered indistinctly, eyes closed now. Reluctantly, she slowly turned around. Standing right behind her was Eliza! Giving a gasp of shock, the teenager fell to the ground.
The darkness made Eliza seemed more menacing then ever. The shadows almost completely hid her face. The only thing showing was her glasses, shining in the moonlight, and the parts of her face that were being reflected on by her glasses. The machete glistened in the little light their was.
An ominous smile covered her face, her teeth bared like a crazed animal. "Don't try to hide it. You know you're guilty!" She spoke in a deep, dark voice. Debbie, on her back, backed up as fast as she could but Eliza advanced to quickly. Before she knew it, Debbie once again was pinned down by her sister. This time, Eliza had grabbed her throat to hold her down.
Undying horror filled her mind as the teenager saw the machete rise above her head once again. There was no turning back, she knew. Eliza wasn't going to stop this time. She quickly looked at the knife that she had found, and knew it was her only hope. The machete swung down! Without thinking, Debbie quickly pulled the smaller yet thicker knife up above her head, and heard a loud clanking sound of metal hitting metal. She opened her eyes and stared up. The machete had stopped right in front of her face, thanks to the blade. A look of anger and frustration was what she could see on Eliza's face, and the redhead tried hard to get loose of the smaller blade and dig the machete into her blonde sister.
Now realize, little sister
Overlooked little girl
No direction, little sister
Overlooked little girl
Eliza grunted in anger as she continued to push hard on the blade. Debbie tried her best to keep her ground. 'I hope this works.' She prayed, her eyes locked on the sharp blade of the machete, which was so close to her face. The girls felt their arms tire, but they wouldn't give in so easily. Debbie hoped that if she gave one final push, the machete would slip and get stuck in the Commvee. So she started to push harder, to Eliza's surprise. 'She's still going for it.' She thought, but hatred still clouded her judgement. But then, without warning, the blades slipped, and not in the way that Debbie was hoping.
The machete did get stuck in the ground, but cut her along the shoulder. The small knife whipped upwards and hit something with a sickening sound. An ear-piercing scream shook the Commvee. Debbie finally gathered the courage to look up. A drop of something wet landed on her face. 'Yuck.' She muttered as the liquid seemed slimy almost. She looked up. A gasp of horror escaped from her mouth. She let go of the handle of the knife, but it remained in tact in what she had stabbed. She brought her hands to her mouth and tears started to gather behind her eyes.
Change, change, change, change...
Eliza gritted her teeth in pain, letting out a few gasps of breath. The knife had stabbed her in the eye, going right through it! The knife was stuck. She grabbed the handle herself and started to pull out the blade. It came out, and she screamed again. Debbie watched in shock as the eye socket swelled shut, looking so swollen it seemed as though a bee stung her there. She almost felt sick to her stomach. Eliza dropped both blades as she slowly sank to her knees. The blood covered her face, and she frantically tried to wipe it. The blade had sliced her eye up from down below. Her glasses were still in tact. Her hands started shaking, and her face grew pale.
"Eliza....." Debbie whispered sadly and shamefully. The body of the redhead collapsed onto her stomach, a small pool of blood gathering around her face. Debbie rushed to her side, and slowly turned her over. There was a deep stab on the left side of her face, and also a jagged cut. Eliza must've accidentally hurt herself more when she pulled out the blade. Debbie felt a lump in her throat as she held back sobs. "Eliza." She said again, and slowly picked up the fallen child, and carried her up.
Meanwhile, someone in the darkness was watching them. His eyes brightened with delight as he saw the blade stab Eliza's left eye right in half. A toothy grin covered his face. "The plan is working better than I thought." The figure whispered hoarsely. He watched the teenager pick Eliza up and carry her out of the bedroom. 'Let's see what she does next....' He walked in a different direction. The light shown on his body. Sloan Blackburn it was!
He grunted in disgust as the light temporary revealed himself. He hid back in the shadows, and peered into another window. He could see Debbie bringing up the unconscious 12 year old up into what appears to be the kitchen. He then heard footsteps. Loud footsteps, that is. 'Her parents!' He backed away from the window so that they wouldn't see him. But he also stayed close enough so he could watch, and an evil smile was his response to Debbie's attempt to stop the bleeding.
"She's a goner." He hissed.
"What's going on?" A feminine voice sounded out. Marianne slowly climbed out of her bedroom, and rubbed her eyes sleepily. It was late at night and she had no idea why she heard the loud scream. She knew it was Eliza's but it was far late at night and she was too tired. Not noticing the blood dripping on the floor, she asked, "Debbie, what's wrong?" She let out a weary yawn, and opened up her eyes. "What?!" She gasped, bringing her hand to her mouth as shock overwhelmed her.
Her oldest daughter was holding Eliza in her arms, blood pouring out from the left socket, now eyeless. A trail of blood led down into the bedroom. A look of shame was on Debbie's face, and some blood was leaking from her shoulder. "What happened?"
The teenager gulped. "She..she came and attacked me...didn't remember a thing....amnesia", She choked out, "She tried to stab me....I blocked it...But the knife slipped....and her eye was cut.....It's my fault....I'm so sorry...." She felt like collapsing on the floor.
Marianne was in a state of horror, and walked up over to Debbie. In a calm voice, she told her, "I can't say you won't go unpunished, Debbie, but since it was an accident....Wait how did she get amnesia?"
"I don't know. She thinks I did it, but I couldn't have....I wouldn't hurt Eliza like that! Not on purpose anyway." Debbie let a few tears fall to the ground.
"Let's worry about that later, okay?" Marianne placed her hand on Eliza's cheek. "Let's get the First AID."
Debbie nodded, and set Eliza on the ground gently. She opened up one of the cabinents and grabbed the AID kit. Marianne lowered herself down and gently wiped off the blood from Eliza's face. Debbie opened up the kit and got out some supplies. The woman got a cloth out and began wiping up the empty socket, all bloodied up. She applied pressure there to stop the bleeding. She then got out surgical thread and began to sew the gash shut.
"Mom, why are you doing that?" The blonde asked softly.
"So that she won't get an infection there, of course." The woman said as-a-matter-of-factly. Marianne tied up the finished stitch, then grabbed some white bandages. She wrapped it around Eliza's head, over her left side of the face, covering the stitches. Some blood still seeped through, but not much. Debbie sighed sadly, still ashamed by what happened. But she was also glad that her sister was fine.
"She'll be fine, hopefully." Marianne said, but there was doubt in her voice. "But she might need someone to be with her for a while. She's lost her depth perception."
'Man..' The teenager thought sadly. She knew all too well what it meant when one loses depth perception. She can no longer tell how far away something is, and now that her left eye was rendered useless, she could no longer see to her left side. That was her vulnerable, blind side.
Sloan, watching, growled in disgust. He had been so close! He was hoping that Eliza would die. But that didn't happen. But then a thought crossed his mind. 'If she lost usage in one eye, then she now has a blind side.' The man smiled ominously. 'Perfect.' He was about to turn around when he suddenly fell forward. He screamed lightly and tried to regain his balance. He didn't want to attract anyone's attention. 'If they see me...' He thought, but he couldn't regain his balance. The poacher fell forward and smacked into the window. It didn't crack, but it made a loud thud noise loud enough for Marianne and Debbie to hear. Sloan immediately moved himself back, but the two females had already spotted him.
"Sloan!" Marianne gasped in anger. Debbie ran out of the Commvee before Marianne could react, to face Sloan.
"Oh, no." The poacher whispered as he climbed to his feet. He turned around, only to come face to face with the angry teenaged sister of Eliza's. The poacher backed up, but he smirked darkly. "I see you've met the new Eliza." Teeth flashed in an evil grin.
Debbie's face scowled. "It was you, wasn't it?" She demanded, raising up a clenched fist. But Sloan was unfazed. A simple nod answered her question.
"Why you...." Debbie growled before smashing a surprised Sloan into the ground. The man grunted in pain as Debbie grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. "How could you do that?!" She demanded harshly. Sloan tried to get up, but the teenager's weight and strength kept him down. 'Gee, I didn't have trouble with her the last time.' He thought as he tried to push Debbie off.
"So what?" The poacher asked, "All I did was knock her out." As he said these words, the man reached into his pocket, and pulled out his falcon-handled knife. Debbie was too busy glaring at Sloan's face to notice the glinting sharp blade being raised outward in Sloan's hand. He thrusted the knife sideways.
Debbie's eyes widened in pain, and her mouth dropped open in surprise. Her grip on the man's shoulders loosened up and she turned her head to her side. She was horrified to see that Sloan had stabbed her in the right side. The blade had sunk all the way in, and blood already stained a significant portion of the ground they were on. Sloan grinned as he pulled the blade out, and the blonde screamed, clutching her side.
He walked over to the now vulnerable teeanger, ready to strike again, but then he heard the Commvee door open, and he was forced to flee back into the shadows. But he didn't leave without a warning, "I will be back for your sister...You can count on that....."
'Stupid thin blood..' Debbie wearily thought as the blood dripped down her side, staining her shirt and pants. She heard the door open from behind her. It was Nigel. He was woken up by the scream as well, and went up to check what happened. Before he left the Commvee, Marianne told him of what had happened earlier.
Nigel looked out the Commvee door, and saw Debbie bleeding from her side. "Deborah!" He shouted in shock. The man rushed over to his oldest daughter. "What happened?"
Debbie coughed a little, looked down at her side, then up at her worried father. "Sloan came...he was the one who...did that to Eliza..." Before she could finish, the loss of blood caused her to faint. Her body smacked into the ground.
Nigel knelt down and slowly picked up the bleeding girl. He knew that Debbie's blood was thinner than most people, so she would bleed faster. She needed to be bandaged up and quickly! As he brought in the unconscious elder girl, he could see Marianne taking Eliza downstairs into her bedroom. He smiled, then looked down at Debbie. 'These two need some time to recover.' He followed Marianne into the girls' bedrooms to put Debbie in her bed as well.
Marianne gasped when she saw Debbie's condition. "Nigel, what's happened?"
"I'm not sure, but I think Sloan stabbed her. I'm not sure why." He let out a depressed sigh. Sloan was gone for now, but they didn't know when he would strike next, or where....
"Oooo....." Eliza moaned as she rubbed her head. She opened up her eyes. To her surprise, she only felt one eye open, but she shrugged it off. She grabbed her glasses and put them on. She began to walk towards the ladder, but suddenly smacked right into it. "What?" She seemed confused. She never hit the ladder before. She tried grabbing one of the bars, but she only grabbed empty air. 'I'm having more difficulty than usual. Maybe I just need to rest.' Eliza turned around to go back to her bed. She looked at Debbie, who was sound asleep. Eliza smiled, and gently shook her sister awake. "Deb? Come on, wake up."
The teenager muttered. "Just five more minutes, Eliza..." She said as she looked at Eliza through one open eye. She laid back down. Suddenly her eyes snapped open in shock, and she bolted up. "ELIZA?!" She backed up away from her sister, like she was afraid or something.
Eliza seemed hurt when Debbie backed away from her, panting in fear. "Debbie? What's wrong? You're acting like I'm going to kill you or something."
Debbie calmed down a bit. 'She must not have remembered.' "Actually, Eliza, you did try."
"WHAT?!"
"You don't remember?" Eliza shook her head.
"Sloan hit you to give you amnesia, and convinced to you that I had attacked you...You came and tried to kill me, but I used a blade to block the machete you were using." Eliza gasped. "But the blade slipped, and I accidentally stabbed you." She lowered her gaze in shame and regret.
"You stabbed me...where?" Eliza questioned softly.
Debbie looked back at her sister, tears coming from her eyes. "Look in the mirror." She pointed to the small mirror on the floor. The redhead slowly made her way towards it, caution on her mind.
'Where could she have possibly stabbed me?' The girl wondered as she picked up the small handheld mirror. She looked at her reflection and yelped. "My...my....." She panted. She could see the white bandage that covered her left eye socket. She slowly moved her hand under her glasses to touch the bandage. She pressed harder to try and feel the eye. She felt it, but it didn't feel the same anymore. She moved her right eye, hoping to feel the left eye move. Nothing. It didn't move, although it was still there. She dropped the mirror to the floor, and finally realized that her field vision was smaller. She could no longer see to her left side.
She looked at Debbie with a look of mixed emotions. "My left eye is gone." She gasped.
Debbie sighed deeply. "I'm sorry."
Eliza cocked her head a little. 'I should be mad....but she said it was an accident...I don't know.' Eliza walked over. In her heart she knew it wouldn't be nice of her to stay mad at her sister for very long. To Debbie's surprise, the young girl gave her a tight hug. Debbie looked at her sister in shock. Eliza broke from her hug for a little bit to give her sister a reassuring smile. The teenager let out a few tears of happiness as she embraced her sister back. "I love you."
She snapped her eyes open in surprise when she heard these words. Debbie stared at her sibling, who was smiling back at her. Another tear streaked down her face as she hugged her sister tighter. She sighed. "I love you, too."
The hug lasted a bit longer, but then they broke free from the embrace
as they heard their parents coming down. Eliza returned to her bed, and
took off her glasses. She rolled onto one side, and tried to go back to
sleep. She kept her last eye open to look at Debbie one last time, then
slowly closed it. Things wouldn't be the same again....ever.
How can I just let you walk away
Just let you leave without a trace
When I stand here taking every breath with you, oh
You're the only one who really knew me at all
How can you just walk away from me
When all I can do is watch you leave
Cause we've shared the laughter and the pain
And even shared the tears
You're the only one who really knew me at all
So take a look at me now
Cause there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me
Just the memory of your face
Take a look at me now
Cause there's just an empty space
And you coming back to me is against all odds
And that's what I've got to face
I wish I could just make you turn around
Turn around and see me cry
There's so much I need to say to you
So many reasons why
You're the only one who really knew me at all
So take a look at me now
Cause there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me
Just the memory of your face
Take a look at me now
Cause there's just an empty space
But to wait for you, well that's all I can do
And that's what I've got to face
Take a good look at me now
Cause I'll still be standing here
And you coming back to me is against all odds
That's the chance I've got to take, oh, oh
Just take a look at me now
Well that was kinda long. Not too long, though. ; Yes, this is the
prequel for "Return to Dark Dimension". Poor Eliza....she becomes half
blind. :( I had the idea for a little bit, and thought it would be great
to use for "Return to Dark Dimension" since it makes the adventure even
more perilous, since she can't see as good anymore. I've written more of
RDD, but it might take a long time for me to post it up, since I'm having
a bit of trouble with it. The song I used for this story is "Sister" by
Creed. I love this song. ; It really fits well into the story, don't
you think?