Yuliya came running into the room followed closely by a much younger Sportacus. Seeing the girl lying still on the floor she sent Sportacus back out with an order to find a doctor. He did so quickly while Yuliya tried to rouse the girl until she saw the blue tinge to her lips and realised that she was too late.
"What happened?" Yuliya asked through gritted teeth.
Lily made good use of her fake tears and sobbed, "I don't know. She fell out of bed. I was drawing. She didn't get up when she fell out. I tried to say her name but she didn't listen. Is she ok?"
"She's dead Lilijana. She's dead!"
Everything in the room shifted once again. The image of her grandmother clasping the dead Agna faded as did that of the fake crying Lily.
She was left alone in semi darkness.
Sketches still remained on the walls. The old chest remained but its lid ajar showed it was stuffed with assorted clothes. CDs littered the bed and posters were scattered amongst the sketches. Make up was strewn over a study desk, a smashed mirror reflecting what little light was in the room in a variety of shapes on the ceiling above it.
Still reeling from what she had seen before, she didn't notice the young girl that had come to stand beside her. She jumped as the girl brought her hand up to hers. Looking down she saw Agna. As she felt the girl tug at her hand she came to kneel beside her. Agna shivered violently as the door swung open.
"I don't like this part." Agna whimpered as if she had been trapped in the room since her death, reliving past events over and over again.
Robyn couldn't reassure the spirit as Sportacus dashed into the room. He was older now, a young man in his twenties. He seemed to look about him as if searching for something. His hands opened drawers and searched them before reaching up to fumble amongst ornaments on the shelves above the desk. So desperate was he to find what he was seeking that he didn't see Lily enter the room and lean against the wall just inside, turning something in her hands.
"Looking for something, brother?" She purred as she held up the item she had been turning in her hands.
The item he had been looking for.
Sportacus reached out his hand as he walked towards her, "Give it to me Lily."
"Nah eh eh!" Lily intoned wagging her finger as she held the held the item behind her back.
"At least tell me what it said!" Sportacus demanded.
"Oh, brother. You know you don't get anything without something in return. If you want to know what it says you'll have to work for it."
Disgust flooded Sportacus' features as he turned away from his sister. He closed his eyes as he seemed to draw strength from within. Lily walked around to face him as he opened his eyes.
"I won't do it Lily. I won't let you manipulate me anymore!"
Lily's body visibly tensed with anger at Sportacus' refusal of her obvious intention. He braced himself for what was coming but it did little to prepare him for the devastating blow he received.
Crashing to the floor he looked up, he seemed to weigh up whether it was best to stand up or remain where he was. As Lily made no further move towards him he began to stand but she kicked out at him, her foot connecting with his jaw.
Throwing aside the item she had held in her hands, Lily grabbed Sportacus' hair and dragged him across the floor. Knocking his head against the wall she released his hair and kicked him in the back. He tried to drag himself away from her but she grabbed the back of his shirt and turned him over roughly.
"Why don't you ever fight back?" Lily whined, seemingly exasperated by the one sided fight.
Sportacus ran the back of his hand over his bloodied mouth, "Because I'm not like you. Because I will never be like you. Just like you will never be like us. Because you will never be a hero!"
"Good!" Lily replied as she came close to Sportacus, "I don't want to be a hero. I've never wanted to be a hero. I've never wanted to be the weak, pathetic, mindless drone it makes you. We are capable of so much more than wasting our lives saving people."
"But what you do is wrong!"
"There's no such thing as right or wrong! There's only popular opinion. But going by your logic dear brother, if what I believe is wrong why am I stronger than you? Why are you lying there now, weak and pathetic? Why do our parents stand by knowing full well what kind of person I am? Because your morals make you weak. Because that inane belief that there is good in everyone gives them false hope that I'll change. I never will. I will always be this way. Evil is what makes me strong and will always make me stronger than you."
Sportacus closed his eyes as he delivered the only blow he felt strong enough to, "Evil might make you strong now but you'll always be weaker than the force of good and love. You might beat me, break my bones and make me bleed but you will never change who I am. As a hero it will be my vow protect people against people like you and you won't always win. Good always comes through in the end."
Robyn felt Agna's grip on her hand tighten as Lily's eyes darkened and she bared her teeth. Agna buried her face in Robyn's shoulder, cowering as Lily drew back and started kicking at the prone Sportacus. Helpless to fend off the attacks he tried to drag himself away but she followed him. Unable to stop himself he cried out, the action he'd always tried to guard himself against. One cry led to another, each cry fuelling Lily's desire to inflict more and more pain on her stricken brother. She tore at him, scratching and hitting him. Driven to a frenzy her attacks grew almost to fever pitch until she began to run out of strength, Sportacus falling silent as he started to lose consciousness.
Robyn held onto Agna as she watched Lily sink to the floor exhausted. What unfolded next was almost as shocking to Robyn as the violence she had witnessed. Lily knelt over Sportacus and brought her lips to his ear.
"By the way, the test result was positive. I'm pregnant with your child."
Everything in the room shifted and changed again. Robyn was plunged into darkness and left alone. As the door opened slowly she looked round and saw Nine standing in the doorway.
"Lilijana?" He murmered wiping sleep from his eyes and trying to get his sleep addled brain to focus.
Nine caught himself as he realised what he'd said and he stared blankly at Robyn for a few seconds. He was trying to place her in the room. Robyn stood up, unsure at how she felt about being confused with her mother but understanding that though enforced her presence in the house was only recognisable to him in the room that he placed her in.
"What are you doing in here? I locked this room years ago. How did you get in?" Nine questioned.
Robyn considered her answer for a moment, "Something drew me in here, or rather someone."
The light in the ceiling flared into life as Yuliya appeared behind Nine. It was evident that she had avoided this room for years and was trying to keep her eyes fixed only on Robyn in case they should wander and she should see reminders of the evil soul that had inhabited the room.
"Someone?" Yuliya repeated.
"Agna."