Night again. Silencing. CRACK—a gunshot sprang into the air, the bullet whizzing past his head. Evan looked through the scope of his sniper rifle, letting the shadow's instincts wash over him. The edges of his vision blurred, focusing his senses on the bullet sinking through the skull of the survivor. His movements were fluid, unlike the broad-shouldered farm boy that was and more like the accidental soldier he is. His mission this time was four miles from the farmhouse. His first target was down, he looked at the sky to judge how much time he had left. His constellation was back there. NO. Focus. Three more to go. The shadow smacked his mind back into place. He smoothly repositioned himself and sent another CRACK into the night. His mind wandered back to Cassie as he swung back around to hit his third target. He was conscious now of what he was doing, unlike any other time he had been sent out. He felt the twilight air prickling at his skin, he felt the urge to gasp at the cold, he felt the urge to run away from the murders of the night. This isn't right. But it is, you know it is, you've done it a million times, Evan. We've done it a million times. The shadow was separating itself from Evan for the first time since the awakening. Evan looked through his scope and continued the battle within and around himself. Through his scope he saw a pale, determined face steady and waiting for her attacker to take a shot at her. Her light brown hair blew into the wind, Evan felt unstable. She's just as strong as Cassiopeia. Just as old as Cassiopeia. No. CRACK
Evan dropped the gun, gasping at what he had done. We can't save them all. This one's special. She's going to change everything. We need to save the others from what that jackass leader has planned. I…. Evan looked down at his hands. He was in control for the first time. What can I do? He asked the shadow. What I've been training you to do. Save them to save Cassiopeia. Evan picked up the gun and returned to he mission at hand. He let the shadow was over him again, filling him with warmth and giving up any and all sense of hesitation. They worked together as the team they were created to be, moving the bodies into a row and checking them for anything that could increase Cassiopeia's chance of survival and Evan's chance of survival for Cassie. When their work was done, Evan and his shadow disappeared into the night, leaving the ex-survivors to the night and its mysteries.
Evan returned to the farmhouse once again as the sky turned a fiery pink, reminding him of whom he was coming home to. He felt a slight chill, meaning the shadow was resting at the edge of his mind. She was getting more mobile and more feisty which only made Evan want to keep her alive more. She was willing to fight to save herself and the human race… No, she was willing to save her brother.
Outside her door, he waited with anticipation for her to ask if he saws standing out here again. He waited to hear the voice that reminded him what it was to be human and sighed. "I know you're there" she called out like she had done so many times before. Only this time, she didn't sound as annoyed. More relieved that he was there, maybe?