Joined: 29 Sep 2015
Some half a mile into the forest that surrounded the asylum, a young
man was bleeding out onto the freshly fallen snow. It poured from several openings and
gashes on his body, and stained the once pure, white snow the color of strawberries in the
summertime. More fell from the black, starless sky above, and created a powdery veil over
his broken form. He could barely make out the sounds of others calling his name through
the quiet winter's night, and opened his mouth to try and respond, but only a quiet
groaning noise came from his dry, parted lips.
"Elliot!" a chorus of three different voices cried from three different directions
around him. The most familiar of them was the closest; a very concerned sounding female
with the least accent of them all. Gathering what strength he had left, he tried to shout
in response. The noise he made was just loud enough to be heard by the female. He
footsteps sounded shortly after, and suddenly, she was kneeling beside him.
"He's over here! I've found him!" she cried. Her hands busied themselves with prying the
fur of his cloak away from his wounds, so that their damages could be examined. One look
at them revealed that it was certain an angry being had buried some sort of knife into his
gut over and over. The woman, Evangline - but not; this woman was older, her hair a
shade darker, and it was as though she knew this man -, cringed and pulled her hands -
now stained with his blood - back into her lap. Crystalline tears slipped down her face
Hooded lids slide open to reveal big, ocean-blue eyes with pinprick pupils. Evangeline was
wet - no, she was soaked with sweat from her fever. An infection brought on by the
desecration of her neck, no doubt. That damned doctor had done this to her. Chapped peach
lips open to speak but she's shushed by one of the nurses, one of the kind ones,
who presses a wet cloth against her brow, her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. Eva can only
nod in appreciation, force the smallest of smiles...
Evangeline Asmosia. 15. Orphaned.
Hereditary Predisposition. Eidetic Memory.