An Echo Meets An Echo

[Aela Talith]

[member="Evelynn"]

Nemene tried to ignore the words.

What else could she do? Evelynn had always been the only one that could breach her mind, the only one that could reach inside of her head, the only one that could pull at her thoughts and twist them. She remembered when she had first done it, when the mute girl had cried for help within the darkness of the tunnels, when she had breached Nemene's thoughts.

The Sith Lord remembered the anger, the indignation, the...the fear.

She had never felt anything like it.

The thought of that moment, the recalling of that memory sent a shiver down her spine she had never felt before. Her eyes went wide, and her hands moved independently of thought. One grasped tightly around Evelynns throat, the other simply smashed over and over again into the other womans face.

There was no finesse to this, no careful cutting or marring, there was only brutality. “No one missed you!”

She screeched, her fist pummeling the womans face.

 

[Evelynn]

Over and over again the fist smashed into the fragile woman's face, her once sickly visage being caved in by a manic fist. Soon her image no longer resembled a human, becoming a mottled canvas of pulped crimson, mangled flesh and exposed bone.

Not that it bothered her.

Nemene kept destroying the physical thinking that it would rid her of the spiritual but perhaps in her heat she had forgotten where they were.

“Anybody who might have missed me died before they could,” came the surprisingly mousy voice from behind Nemene. The moment those soft tones rang out the body that the haughty woman held by the throat crumbled into nothing but dust.

This time she appeared in a form that her bond sister had never seen. Still young, still innocent, face kissed by the Dantooine sun, hair fine golden blonde that was reserved for the front of the oatmeal box.

Evelynn placed slender hands upon her boyish hips and looked to Nemene with a sad smile. “You miss me,” she stated, “you won't ever admit it, but you do.” It would have sounded like teasing if it weren't for the girl's soft and delicate voice, as if glass could speak.

“I cherished your pain.”

Cerise was always good for devotion, never pain and this Jenna girl seemed to be too similar to a younger [member="Nemene"] Talith, only much less refined.

“Until you turned upon me.”

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Evelynn"]

Nemene whirled and turned on the girl.

“WHY WON'T YOU DIE!” She screamed, screeched even, like a banshees howl.

Nemene had never been to Chaos, she did not know what it did to people, she did not know how it twisted and changed them, how it could meld a mind and break it. There was no way to know if Evelynn was doing this on purpose, or if she was was simply being twisted by Chaos itself to do this to its newest victim.

She didn't know.

But she wanted it to stop.

“Go Away!” She screeched. “Die!”

Her hand reached out, vibrating with the frequency of the force. It blinked, blurred, and Nemene attempted to stab it through the mousey girls chest.

“DIE! DIE! DIE!” She screamed, desperate. “PLEASE JUST DIE!”

 

[Evelynn]

There was no denial, or admission to her prior statement. A silence that said more than words ever could. Still, in her blurred haze of a memory Evelynn no longer knew if [member="Nemene"] really ever loved her, or anybody beyond herself for that matter.

The ultimate narcissist.

Currently losing her head.

There was a beautiful satisfaction that the mousy girl took from Nemene's loss of composure. It wasn't something that happened often, usually it was just blind violence followed up by a swift smug victory. Deadly temper tantrums, she'd been on the receiving side of her fair share of those, not that Evelynn ever hated it. On the contrary when her blood was shed it often found itself spilled upon the bedroom chambers.

They had worked so well together.

Her former sister's hand plunged straight through the center of her chest, moving at such speeds that her thin frame was no match. However the spectre barely reacted, with the exception of her eyebrows, they found themselves elevated in surprise.

“Nemene Athaem Talith, saying please?”

No stranger thing had happened, not even in Chaos.

Not conforming to the woman's wishes Evelynn suddenly grabbed the arm that was currently half-way impaled through her chest with both bony hands. It was an iron grip, one impossible for a girl of her strength but the rules no longer applied. She pulled herself forward with freakish strength, the hole in her chest expanding too easily to allow for the arm to penetrate further.

Until she was right in her face.

“Just one last kiss...”

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Evelynn"]

She felt blood drip off her hand, she impossibly felt Evelynns still beating heart in her grip.

Her eyes shifted, bright orange looking down at Evelynn, more than a hint of fear lurking within them. She looked like she had seen the worst reflection of herself, like she had seen the horrors of the galaxy all wrapped up into a single package. The girls freakish vice like grip on her arm began to hurt, and the whisper against Nemene's lips stung her skin as thought it contained bees.

The Sith Lord struggled.

She tried to get away, she tried to run, she tried to get away.

It was impossible. She was stuck in place. Her arm was held inside of Evelynn, her feet were stuck in place, her heart began to beat slower and slower. Tears began to slowly drip down Nemene's face, tears born of sadness, of horror, of struggle, all born within herself. Realizations that this ghost had put upon her, realizations that she had never wanted to face.

“N...no.” She whispered, but her heart wasn't there.

 

[Evelynn]

A mocking pout came to her lips as [member="Nemene"] started to crumble. The denial, of course, upset the ghastly woman quite a piece, but seeing the breakdown of her haughty former bond sister was beyond delicious?

“N...no?” she responded, in a tone that could only be described as absolutely dripping with cruelty. There was a pause, Evelynn leaning her lips as close to Nemene's as physically possible, feeling the warmth of still living breath upon her cold unliving flesh.

“Very well.”

The spectre pulled backwards, only slightly, strangely bright emerald eyes looking up and into Nemene's own blazing suns.

She would begin to feel a creeping upon the flesh of her trapped arm, as if insects were crawling upon her…

...and they were. From the hole in her chest various creatures began to squeeze out, slithering and creeping from the usually fatal wound. They moved harmlessly up and down the woman's trapped arm, covering her hand and making the ascent up towards her shoulder.

Evelynn tilted her head slightly.

“Did you ever love me, sister?"

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Evelynn"]

She screamed again, she was doing that a lot now. Her arm began to jerk and pull, her face contorted into that of rage. She wanted to get away, she wanted to run, she wanted to leave this world. Now more than ever she was glad that Chaos had not been in the cards for her, that she had not been strong enough.

Her eyes glinted as the creatures began to crawl up her arm.

“NO!” Was it an answer to the question? Or was it a denial of all that was happening. “NO! NO! NO!”

Denial.

An answer?

It didn't matter. Nemene didn't want this, she didn't want any of this. Perhaps she had loved Evelynn, In her own twisted way. It would explain why she had trapped her, controlled her, twisted her into an awful reflection of herself. It would explain so many things. She stopped, and the force began to build within her. Powerful droving waves of the darkside.

“Yes.” She suddenly whispered as the force exploded out from her with a powerful wave.

 

[Evelynn]

Initially the girl frowned, a very soft downturn of the lips that would have, in her current visual form compel the weak-willed to come over and ask if she was okay.

No?

Doth the lady protest too much? In all fairness to Nemene she had been ambushed with some much unpleasant stimuli, confronted by her past, hounded by a creature seemingly impossible to kill. Not to mention the insects, nobody likes insects, at least not crawling up your flesh.

Then it came.

Like music to her ears.

Yes.

It was barely audible.

A smile came, not sick nor sadistic. Merely pleased to hear what had never been said but now finally spoken. She looked to Nemene, genuinely happy as the wave of the Force burst out from the woman's core, actively obliterating her form and her insects.

Was she gone? Was that all she needed to hear? A little lost spectre in need of love? Everything was still, and calm within the decrepit realm. The woman didn't reform behind Nemene once more to taunt her about the past, giving an edge of relief to the moment. One might have thought that that hushed confession was all that little Evelynn wanted to hear.

Oh ho ho.

One would have been wrong.

It was loud and terrible, as if Evelynn had been standing right by Nemene's ear as she hissed those words at a deafening volume. Those final moments as an innocent golden-haired girl were deceiving, making seem as if she were coherent as if she were sane, as if she might have forgiven but alas, Chaos does things to the mind…

A valrain screeched and swooped down to perch upon the alter of splintered bone, simply watching the woman once known as [member="Nemene"] Talith.

 

[Aela Talith]

She collapsed.

Her knees had already been so weak, she had been so tired, so worn. She didn't want to continue, and when the voice broke into her skull, broke into her mind, she found that she could no longer stand. Nemene simply fell to the floor, no longer capable of even standing on her own strength.

“W-why?” She whispered to herself. “I only ever showed you love.”

Perhaps the grandest lie ever told.

The Valrain screeched, and Nemene's entire body shook, she jumped, though still lay still upon the floor. It screeched again, an she scrambled up from the floor. Her body protested, her mind screamed at her, but she knew she had to go on. With a scowl, with tears flowing from her face, she began to move forward.

Her head swiveled back and forth, searching, looking for the woman that had once been her sister as she began to look for a way out.