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"I got some stuff I need to pick up back home, Ellis." Her own words kept haunting her mind, even when they had reached the door of her former home. Holding up a small key. One her mother had gifted when she left, claiming that she could always come visit if she felt the need to. But she was too blind to actually take her up on that offer. Blinded by the anger of being cast out. She clenched her fist around the key, gritting her teeth, before calming again and shaking her head, before glancing at her aunt. Ellis, who had accompanied her all the way to Germany. "I.. Ellis, can I do this alone?" She requested, frowning softly.
She wanted to confront her mom alone. Talk to her, get her stuff and move out. She moved over to the door and pushed her key in the lock. "There's this place that serves pretty good coffee down the street," she stated, giving her aunt a faint, forced smirk, before moving into the house, closing the door behind her again. She glanced around, the place was dark, no lights. No appliances. An eerie silence hung about the place. No one present, she moved up the flight of stairs, before an eerie sobbing reached her ears.
"Mom?" She moved up the door of the master bedroom, pushing it open, seeing a woman in her nightgown. Weeping softly. "Mom?" She inquired again. Deep blue eyes befell Beatrice's small form. And the crying stopped, before a loud screech resounded. And a massive hollow reiatsu flared up as the woman ravenously attacked Beatrice.
When Ellis came hurrying back, the house would be charred, flat out into a flash fire which was immediately extinguished again. And within the charred rubble, sat Beatrice. A half charred corpse in her hands, blood running down. And slowly, the rain started to settle in.
Saying Ellis just now started worrying was an understatement. Beatrice’s relationship with her own mother wasn’t great. Unlike Ellis, Beatrice didn’t grow up with someone understanding supernatural stuff. The Overseer, though she already given up that title, felt for her niece and had her own problems before. Ellis’s story had already happened and now Beatrice’s started coming to fruition. Distancing herself from Beatrice Ellis did as she nearly always did at cafés. Fine tea with a slice of pumpkin pie. To her surprise they had pumpkin pie despite being out of season but she wasn’t going to complain about that.
The only thing Ellis could complain about would be spiritual pressure rising then falling near Beatrice’s house. In the instance she brought her tea to her lips Ellis vanished, tea cup falling onto floor with Ellis appearing outside the house. Ellis looked with a gasp, wide eyes and teeth touching back of her lower lip. She bit down nearly drawing blood. Rain began falling but with Soul Communication she kept a barrier of air around herself and Beatrice to prevent them from getting wet. ”Beatrice.” Ellis said softly, nails digging into palms as she walked over ash and smoldering wood metal and brick.
Ellis bent down wrapping her arms around Beatrice. She didn’t need to look at the charred corpse to know who it was. The spiritual residue from the body already told her who it was. Besides, that was the only person who was inside the house far as Ellis could detect beforehand.
Post by Beatrice Akahito on Jun 5, 2017 23:00:47 GMT
She held onto the corpse tightly, more blood running down, trickling down her knees. "M.. Mommy," Beatrice croaked. Her lips quivering, tears streaming down from those large, confused eyes. She felt arms wrap around her. But they were not much in the form of comfort. She just looked down at the corpse, still not having fully grasped the situation they were in. Her breathing was laboured. And slowly, Ellis would feel her skin increasing in temperature. The heat slowly turning up, and up more. Soon, she was burning enough for the corpse in her hands to completely turn to nothing but ashes.
The ground underneath her slowly sank away. Disintegrated. Not even leaving sooth or ashes. No, it was just consumed by a flame so hot it couldn't even bear to be in existence and longer. And Beatrice merely stayed afloat. Tears streaming down her cheek. Her teeth gritting audibly. Black whiffs surrounded her. And occasionally lashed at her. Turning her skin completely charred black. Emotions once again controlling her powers. Tragically so. She was a raging cub. She couldn't even harm Ellis. But she could harm herself still. And from the looks at it, the black flames that occasionally licked her skin, were quite intent on not harming her. But killing her.
Post by Ellis Akahito on Oct 10, 2017 21:21:26 GMT
Charred body now nothing but black powder, consuming flames licking flesh; Ellis's will scooping up ashy remain while simultaneously keeping flames from Beatrice. Soil underneath formed into a small urn that formed around the mother's ashes. This place, like this, no child should remain. Ellis, one who taken many lives, was not fit for comforting. The loss of one's mother, that sinking feeling as though blackness darker than blackest pitch surrounding and choked you. Distant from everything as though nothing else existed. No sound heard, no emotion felt, no passing thought. Emotionally, Beatrice was dead. Sirens caught Ellis's attention as she purposely shut off her own emotions. Having lost her own mother, Ellis knew this feeling very well, however, unlike Beatrice Ellis caused her own mother's death. Something not even Beatrice knew about, only that Ellis lost her mother ten years ago.
"Beatrice." Ellis used Soul Communication to cause their hearts to resonate, allowing Beatrice to feel Ellis's own pain and Ellis Beatrice's. However, at that same time Ellis focused on controlling Beatrice's quickly growing, out've control, power. "Cry, scream. Let everything go." Her words were soft. Her words were soothing. Her tone was solemn. And tears dripped down her cheeks onto her niece's shoulder.
Post by Beatrice Akahito on Oct 10, 2017 21:57:17 GMT
Looking down at ash and soothe covered hands. Blood trickling down from cracked and burned skin. Just like that. She was gone, cremated. Barely anything left. She wanted to throw up, she wanted to destroy everything around her. She wanted to die. But most of all. The surrounding torpor of sorrow. The realisation of murder. The anger fueled her flames further. The all swallowing darkness that was grief destroyed her, and she desperately tried to fight back. Tried to keep the flames burning and lightning jolting. It was the only light in this darkness now. The only light she could witness. Herself.
She had just now, without knowing, stepped unto a dark path she could only walk alone.
The voice was clear, but it didn't register. Her heart moved to into beat with Ellis'. A resonance between the two fullbringers. One the apex of control. The other naught but the blazing inferno, one that didn't differentiate. No amount of screaming or crying could undo what she had done. Yet, that didn't stop her from screaming out in hysteria. Eyes closed and head tilting upwards. Which god had designed her life this way? Which god would witness her commit deicide? The cries and screams were a challenge.
Cries that went lost in the noise of the sirens. Cries that slowly died down.
No amount of venting could relieve the burden. Slowly, she came to realize that.
As if someone snapped their fingers, the flames were gone. The lightning was gone. And what was in Ellis' arms was not only a charred and wounded Beatrice. But one that seemed lifeless, devoid of any kind of emotion at all. The fire around her had died, but the curious spark in her eyes alike. The shock of realization had settled in. She was still conscious, breathing out pained wheezes of breath. But she didn't blink. Only ocassionally twitched.
A final flame sprung to life, charring through her hair. Cutting off the otherwise long, cobalt manes into a short chestnut.
And what remained then, was nothing but the sound of the sirens closing in rapidly.
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