~E V E~
Oh shit!
“Why are the police here now?” Raghul asked as he rushed the stairs, seeing a few officers at our door through the transparent glass. He turned to me, plainly suggesting I had done something wrong from that accusing look on his face.
I gave a shrug and said, “I don’t know.” Why does he think it is right to think I am always going to be at fault? “Hurry and go check it out,” I say as I hide behind the door. Raghul’s accusing eyes didn’t leave mine the more I acted suspicious.
He opened the door and said, “Good morning, officers. To what shall we owe this pleasant visit?” I heard his sigh and a later groan as the police officer said, “We received information that this is the residence of the author, Miss Eve.”
Raghul mumbled a silent, “Of course,” as he glared in my direction. “Yes,” he confided to the officer.
“Is she around? We would like to bring her to the station to ask a couple of questions regarding a teen girl, Rachel, who died last night,” the officer said.
“The incident happened on the roof; Miss Eve was never on the roof, so why is she involved?” Raghul replied calmly.
“We have evidence that she was, look, Mr." The officer paused as he struggled to come up with Raghul’s name. “Well, we would need her to comply and come to the station with us briefly. We would like to ask her a couple of questions.”
“Sorry to say, but Miss—” Raghul tried to say as I jumped into the scene, as I already knew he was planning on lying that I wasn’t around like he always does, but this time I am innocent, so there was no need to hide.
Zachariah had been the one talking all this while I hid, and for once, I did feel relieved that he was the one handling the case.
“Miss Eve,” Zachariah said, and I nodded. “I shall come along with you; I just need to get changed and put on my gloves; can I do that?” I asked.
One of the officers by his side wanted to intervene and say that I shouldn’t; maybe he thinks I plan on running or something, but Zachariah stopped him from uttering a single word: “Please carry on.”
“Get me a lawyer,” I said silently to Raghul as I went on to change while ordering Raghul that the officers be allowed in.
I came down after getting changed, not forgetting my gloves. I can’t afford another problem right now.
When we arrived at the station, I was given a place to sit before Zachariah came around again.
“I need you to come with me.” Zachariah’s calm approach was satisfying and much better than that of his partner. “Mark, aren’t you coming along?” Zachariah asked his partner, who was speaking to a woman who seemed to be reporting a case of some kind.
Both Mark and the woman turned over to look at Zachariah. I quickly recognized her, as she was the same advocate for that boy at the mall.
“I am coming,” Mark said to Zachariah. He turned to the woman, scratching the edge of his hairline. "Look, ma'am, we will need to file a report, but—”
“She!” The woman pointed at me as both Mark and Zachariah looked at me.
I quickly turn away to pretend she wasn’t speaking to me. “Can we leave now?” I asked Zachariah, almost pleading at this point: I don’t want Raghul to be angry with me again by the time he returns with my lawyer.
“Is she talking to you?” Zachariah asked, and I shook my head in refusal. “Come with me then,” Zachariah boldly took my hand so I could walk with him. I flinched for a second but quickly grabbed it and followed as it was a better guise, but this woman was relentless.
“She is the one who pushed a child to the ground.” The woman was accused again as Zachariah let me go to have a better look at who this woman was blaming, not finding it hard to ignore again. “Don’t let her leave.”
“Zachariah?” Mark raised a questioning brow at his partner for better understanding, but Zachariah shrugged, as he too was utterly confused by this. "Ma'am, are you saying she is the one that pushed a child off the roof?”
“What roof? She pushed a boy yesterday at the mall, went on to insult and yell at him. This woman here is heartless, and what’s worse is that she is vile, knowing she did something wrong but has refused to apologize.” The woman ran on, adding even more to the story just to make it seem like I was that bad of a person.
She has yet to see what I did to people last year.
“I did nothing of what you are saying,” I say, trying to prove this woman was insane for accusing me; she was obviously the only one here; not even the mother of the child was here, so what is her problem?
“You did nothing?” The woman laughed as she brought out her phone. “There is a video; look at this.” She passed it on to both Mark and Zachariah. Before the phone could even get to their hands, I grabbed it and threw over the phone.
I wanted to scream out my frustration about this woman as I spoke with gritted teeth, “Even God rested, so why won’t you?”
They all stared at me blankly; not just them; everybody was staring.
It was as if the more I go out, the more sh*t I get into.
“Have you seen what she has done? This is just who she is,” the woman said again with a smile of victory.
I exhaled as I have come to terms that I am not just a good person who can actually please Raghul today. Having had enough of this woman's nonsense, I raised my hand and charged at her face, only to be held mid air by Raghul, who just appeared suddenly.
“Stop, why can’t you just stop?” Raghul put my hand down. “What if you turn her to stone?” He said it, sounding defeated.
Eve, when will you just do better and lay pity on this poor man?
“I am wearing gloves,” I reminded him, still angry that he even tried to hold me back, and he just glared at me. “You are burning with rage right now, Eva; gloves can’t stop you,” he says. I sighed. “Fine, there is no need to cause a scene then,” I said in a low tone as I retreated.
Everyone had seen my attempt; even the woman had taken cover, so no harm would come to her.
I exhaled again. “She is right,” I said, affirming the woman's accusations finally.
"Well, we will surely look into that later, Miss Eve,” Zachariah said. Even in this turbulence, he had managed to maintain his calm nature.
1568—The beginning of the witch hunt“Push! Push!” The midwife barked at the pregnant woman, who has been in labor for several hours, suffering excruciating pain as she bleeds all over the sheets.“I can’t,” The pregnant woman cried, “Tear me open and take my baby out of me; I don’t think I can go on any longer.” She wept; her body was frail, and she could barely breathe, panting profusely as the other midwives held her down.It was transcendent—no one could understand the reason this woman has been in labor for close to a day and still there is no sign of the baby."Goodness, gracious woman, I need you to push!” The lead midwife shouted at her, paying no heed to the pregnant woman’s plight. “I am going to count, and you are going to push with all of your might at the call of three.”“Mhm…” The pregnant woman nodded as the other women in the mud house with them surrounded her, holding her and ready to aid her. The pregnant woman took deep breaths, preparing herself for her final push
~EVE POV~1573—the year of the witch hunt.“Burn the witch to the stake!” The crowd who had come to watch both my mother’s and my persecution yelled heartlessly. I saw the fright in my mother’s eyes as we were both separated from each other.“Close your eyes, my child; all of this will soon be over.” My mother consoled me, and I nodded, agreeing with each word she said, but I had no fear in me; I had already accepted the reality of it all.These cold-hearted humans have chased my mother since she had me and have never made her rest. I saw her tears each night as we moved from village to village; she never felt comfortable sleeping as she was worried I would be taken advantage of by her. I was always the target.The crowd cheered as a mighty man walked to the execution ground with a flare. He turned to my mother and smacked her in the face. “Wench!” he blatantly called her. He turned to the crowd of supporters and asked them, “What else should I do to her?”“Spit on her!” An old woman
~EVE~I was brought into a room, which I would quite say was to investigate given the dimly lit overhead light that was shown above our heads as shadows covered the wall. Inside it, there was a tinted glass window that, if not for these contacts, I would see the humans who were in it; their scent was more than enough.I tapped my glove covered fingers on the iron table that separated us, waiting for both of them to at least speak. Obviously, they were trying to build tension, but I was unfazed as I stared back at them.Mark cleared his throat to throw off the silence as he began by opening a case file on his desk. “You won’t mind that we go ahead without your lawyer since he isn’t here yet?” he asked, seeking my permission.He clearly sounded like he would anyway, even if I declined. I wanted to give a snappy response, but Raghul warned that I should try and remain calm; he has been the one bearing all of my consequences. At least I should try and remain silent.I nodded in response t
~EVE~Zachariah and Mark both ran out of the room as I followed, despite Zachariah demanding that I stay put. Whatever the reason that had them bothered, surely it was something big, and indeed it was.“Are you done? Should we leave?” Raghul swiftly asked the moment I approached him.“Not yet,” I say before moving away from there and heading to the table where Mark, Zachariah, and a lady were sitting. I don’t quite get who she is; opposite her were two girls, but I didn’t care.There were worried looks written on all of their faces as the lady who was seated asked, “What are we going to do now? This is serious.”I inched closer to see what exactly was displayed on the table. If humans mattered to me so much, then I would have gasped. I felt something, at least for the deceased, seeing all that was on the table.“Are you saying Rachel had a boyfriend who was doing all of these to her?” Zachariah asked in a calm tone as the grils who were seated nodded. My eyes went to the name tags of
~EVE~The girls were taken away to discuss it more with Zachariah and Mark. I had no access whatsoever to eavesdrop on their conversation, even though I did have the means to but hardly didn’t want to, as my selflessness, willingness, sincerity, and heart of heart gave up quickly in wanting to help out Rachel.I spent that week for myself; the peace and tranquility I received from not being in any human’s business and them not being in mine was wholesome.The police had found no leads yet concerning the whereabouts of Rachel’s boyfriend when I knew where he was. None of my business.Or for that moment, I thought.My glass windows in my house suddenly began to crack one after the other. I looked around me and could sense an uneasy feeling that I wasn’t alone.“Raghul,” I called like the scaredy cat that I was, as I am powerless, it seems. “Raghul,” I called again as a heavy wind passed me and I felt a sharp object slash against my laps, making a tear on my nightwear. The cut had weaken
ÈVEMy body slammed against the wall of the farmhouse that I ran into as Zachariah held both my hands ever so tightly. I felt intoxicated, like I had no control over myself. “How many times have you been warned to stay out of trouble?” Zachariah asked.“And how many times do you keep coming after me? Others would have chosen to chase me, but you chose to do it yourself,” I asked back while laughing, adding, “You like me, don’t you?” I playfully tapped on his nose as my body twisted under his hold.For all of the times I have wished for my body to go out of power because of how hard it was to control the Inyoka spirit in me, this was not the right time.My body was out of control as I watched them, begging her to stop.“There is no denying that fact,” Zachariah admitted. “I like my women feisty, I guess.”Let me out! Let me out! Don’t give in; Acantha didn’t, Elizabeth didn’t, all of my other alumni didn't, and Eve, you shall not! You are a goddess; don’t heed a man much lesser than yo
~EVE~I viewed the short card Daniel had slipped into my pocket, saying that it might help me find help. He was clearly joking because what does a seer have to do with an Inyoka tattoo? Seers who can only see the immortal realm when blessed with such power are now everywhere filled with so much fake.I had nothing to do, so I was going to go anyway.My front door was knocked as I looked at it. I sensed an ominous spirit, but I might be wrong this time as I was still recovering. The knock became heavier and heavier as I got up to go check it out.“I will do it,” Raghul offered as he got out of the shower and came to help out. “Go put on some clothes; I will handle it,” I assured as the knock again got much heavier. I swear I will kill whoever is at the door.As I opened the door, there was absolutely no one. I looked down to see a basket with a baby inside.My body froze, as this was obviously something I couldn’t handle.Thankfully, Raghul ran down again as he heard my scream, which w
~EVE~I placed Gavin in his stroller, which Monserrat did pack amongst other things. He was already sleeping at that time, so I did my best not to wake him up. My mind was wary of thinking of what Monserrat said, and it occurred to me that I would indeed die as the worst Inyoka ever.I followed the address on the card Daniel had given, as I heard it, to the seers place. It was in an office building, and there was a long line waiting out of the room to hear their prophecy for the future. I was number 148, and by the look of things, things might stay out for much longer.“Number 67!” One of the seer chamber men had called the person who was number 67, replied, and went in. They went on with the session.I groaned out of frustration as I fed Gavin his milk.“Number 93! Number 93?” The chamber man called again, and everyone looked at each other like they weren’t the one.“Number 93, here,” I said as I got up with Gavin and followed the chamber man into the room, which had a stoning smell