~EVE~
Modern day I sat in the back seat of my convertible, right in an insufferable dress that held me to the point of suffocation, my face palmed with frustration.Pamela knocked on the tinted glass window as I rolled it down for her. “Hello everyone,” Pamela greeted with a sharp smile. Looking in my direction, I could see the bizarre look on her face, staring deeply at my black dress and fascinator on my head as the net covered my entire face. She sank in her breath, not hiding her dislike that I was dressed up for a funeral rather than my long awaited book signing. “Eve,” she called with gritted teeth, “You look wonderful; I am sure you are as excited for your book fair as we are.”I was unperturbed by her brightness as I replied in a strained tone, “I am drowning in misery, Pamela; the corset I am wearing is like a bone meant to break through my rib cage; my lungs are screaming and want out; my feet hurt like a bunch of nails piercing me on them, so yay, you can guess I am excited.”Pamela took in a deep sigh as she tried not to let her smile fade away.“Great! We have a lot of kids with their parents waiting for you in there, so I need you to lighten up and put on a good smile for the kids.” She exclaimed, and I feigned a smile, trying to make her think I was optimistic about the whole thing before she left.“I can’t wait to quit,” I grumbled, leaning back on the car seat, instantly regretting my decision as my whole body tightened. “Can we get down and get this over with Ragul before I die?” I say.Ragul, who is my generational assistant and has followed me down for several years, rushed to open the door for me. For a much clearer explanation, Ragul is the son of about six to ten generations of Raghul's. Honestly, I stopped keeping count after the second Raghul died. His father, the first Raghul, had gotten into a generational contract from the moment I realized I was immortal with the inability to age any further than I already am.The contract had involved him serving me for the rest of his life as well as his coming generations. At least a son will be given the name Raghul who will serve me after Raghul dies. I made sure they were all named Raghul because I didn’t want to have the time to memorize their names each time.“On it!” Raghul exclaimed, jumped out of the car quickly, and opened my side of it. “You don’t seem excited, Eva.” Raghul offered his hand to let me out.I grabbed it and held it tightly. “Thank you for noticing.”“Always a pleasure, Eva,” Raghul said with a smile, and I groaned, feeling irritated by his positivity. Nothing grosses me out more than seeing humans happy; they don’t deserve it. Good thing that they have numerous bills, social trauma, and all that sort to keep them depressed their whole lives. I am well pleased.I snatched my glove covered hand away from his hold and wiped off his sweaty hand on his suit jacket, heaved another heavy sigh, and said, “Let’s get this over with, shall we?”I walked into the mall alone, where a section of it had been booked for the book signing event. I looked around to see so many kids, as Pamela claimed, and almost felt like I was about to lose my mind.I was able to hold myself and breathe in and out repeatedly before I came to the acceptance that this wouldn’t work and it was best I flee. As I turned to leave, a little boy ran in my direction, falling face flat on the ground as he came into contact with me. He got up quickly as if that hadn’t happened, and he wasn’t hurt in any way, and tugged on my garment.“I am not letting you go until you free Princess Blueberry,” the boy proclaimed while tugging on my dress.Without a single care in mind, I flung my dress to the other side, trying to get rid of the little pest that stain my dress with his filthy hand without touching him, but this boy is relentless!I frowned when he continued to fuss around with his demands and began calling me a witch, to the point where it began getting more attention. I finally lost it and pushed the boy to the ground, bent lower to him, and said, “That is what you deserve.” I said in a firm tone, and with a pleasing smile, I stood up with pride, seeing as tears covered the boy’s face.“That is not how to treat a child.” A woman holding the hand of a girl and standing on the line like the others waiting to get their kid’s book signed scowled at me. She let go of her child's hand and picked up the boy I had pushed to the floor. “You are such an evil person if this is how you behave with a child; he is obviously playing with you.”“And do I wear a look on my face that says I am interested?” I retorted back, “I also didn’t push him; he simply fell when I tried to remove his hand from the dress.” I defended, showing no single remorse for what I had done.“Such disgusting behavior you have; I saw you push him, and yet here you are denying it.” The woman, unwilling to let this case rest, went on to say she was pulling even more reactors, who clearly now side with the kid who first looked for my trouble.It was like all mothers against one, ME.And this boy just won’t stop crying.“What is going on? Eva?” Pamela came up, asking as she struggled to reach me.I glared sternly at the boy, whose tears continued like he enjoyed that all these self righteous mothers were against me. “Shut up!” I screamed at the boy. All the mothers around, even those on the line waiting for me who had chosen not to be involved, gasped. I knew all was ruined at that moment.“Eva.” Pamela tried to hold me back as she saw the amount of damage control she would have to do if any of these women recognized me. Oh nevermind.“Is that her?” The woman who has chosen to stay on my neck sees a poster of me smiling. I was forced to smile by the way, which was about to be placed in front of my event area. “It is her,” the woman confirmed."No, it is not,” Pamela tries to convince, but so many of the women confirming that it is clearly me made it a whole lot worse.“How can a woman who writes children's books be so cruel to a child? Can we even entrust our kids to her?” The woman, still holding the boy, said.“No one is forcing you to buy my books,” I bluntly said, fed up that she was starting to make it seem like she was doing me a favor or that they all were. I rolled my eyes as they all murmured. I could see the hate on Pamela’s face; clearly, she knows she has lost her job after this whole situation, but who cares? Human suffering is my medicine.“Gabriel, Gabriel,” Another woman in a pink fluffy gown and a tired face walking alongside a police officer called out. The boy, whose hatred had grown since he stopped crying, soon reacted, “Mummy.” He wiped his eyes as he tried to get off of that woman’s hold, who was now an advocate for kids’s safety.“Gabriel,” Gabriel’s mother’s face lightened up as she saw her son rum to hug her. How I wanted her to know the trouble her son had caused me.~E V E~Seeing the happiness on that woman’s face as she held her son tightly made my stomach turn, because as she was relieved that her son was safe, I, on the other hand, was drowning in misery.The police officer, who looked around his mid-twenties and was seemingly proud of his job, carefully examined Gabriel. “Thank you so much, officer, for helping me in search of my son,” Gabriel’s mother thanked him.“Not a problem, ma’am; I am very happy to help.” The officer said with a heartwarming smile, which made me cringe. There is no way he loved his job this much; he was clearly faking it. “I see Gabriel is perfectly alright,” he added.“Alright?” This woman, who has now taken the hand of her daughter again, questioned, She just won’t get off my back, will she? “Miss, I suggest you file a report against this lady here,” she eyed me with spite. “This lady here pushed your son to the ground and made sure he stayed there while mocking him; I saw it happen,” the woman reported.Oh for hea
~E V E~“Are you going to take the step or not?” I asked her as my soul took over my body again, frustrated that she had simply wasted my entire time with that back and forth. “I mean, it is not hard at all; you simply just have to put a step to it,” I demonstrated with my foot for her to see how easy it was. “See, simple, right?” the young girl nodded. “Now turn around and let’s try this again, alright?”The high school girl listened as she turned to take my words into action. I smiled mischievously at how sweet it will be to watch someone actually fall off a building. I always hear of it and come around the scene when it is already late, but now I get to watch it in real time.“Come on, take the step; we are wasting daylight. Hurry up,” I said, pointing towards the sky and how rapidly the sun was fading from it.The girl sniffed, "Wait, aren’t you an adult? Aren’t you supposed to try and stop me?”I groaned as this was heading towards a path that I would hate to see the end result o
~E V E~“I have been looking everywhere for you,” Zachariah said as he grinned. “You are truly very stubborn; you didn’t even try to speak to them like I told you to,” he said. I tried moving away from him, but he just wouldn’t budge. “You seem to be in a hurry,” he said before shifting his eyes towards the rooftop I was running away from.I quickly pushed him aside as I ran off, skipping a lot of stairs with the hope that I wouldn’t trip in the process. I almost stopped when he called my name as he chased after me, “Eve, can you stop running?”How did he even know my name? Oh yeah, my name is written on my books, and all of my posters are everywhere.I looked behind me to see how quickly he had closed the gap between us. There was no way I planned on competing at this point; I needed an escape route and one that’s fast.I swallowed hard, accepting that an elevator was my only option; I just had to breathe and hope nobody was on it. I ran to the main hall and tapped repeatedly on the
~E V E~I hardly could sleep all through the night as I toiled around the bed. It was hard. All of a sudden, I felt emotions for a girl I had met just because I saw the Inyoka tattoo on her wrist, and I was worried that maybe I had killed her.Calm down, Eve, You haven’t done anything; what are you even saying? It couldn’t have been me; the Inyoka only visited because... why would it visit me exactly if I hadn’t used my powers before then? I need to invoke the spirit before it comes, and I didn’t, nor was I in danger for it to protect me, so why would it visit me?Or have I seen something wrong? No, the tattoo marking was definitely on her wrist; it was clear as day.So what could have caused this because of the way Rachel pleaded?My forehead furrowed as my eyes squinted, thinking deep into this; it was also a personal issue for me.All through the night, the rays of sunlight blasted through my curtain and attacked my eyes. I thought only of the possibilities that the Inyoka had been
~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.“Th
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