"wheere...d-diid yooou...comee...froom..." the thing parroted back, leaning in closer. ’I’m okay. I’m okay,’ Evee thought to herself as she tried to control her breathing, but her heart had sped back up and she couldn’t quite quell the wave of panic that overtook her. The creature waited for a moment, before its tongue darted out and stabbed the young blonde’s forearm.
It was unlike anything that she had ever experienced. Evee had never been set on fire before, but she imagined that it probably felt an awful lot like this.
Evee cried out and tried to jerk her arm back, but it proved fruitless. “Stop it, that hurts!” she yelled, tears prickling the corner of her eyes and feeling betrayed. The other did not attack her farther, just withdrew its black tongue and stared at her blankly. “I helped you, you jerk! Why would y--,” Evee stopped as the pain receded and the wound closed on its own. Her blue eyes tracked the tiny silver rivulets that flowed from where the puncture had previously been, her mouth open in a tiny “o” shape. “What--,”
Her thoughts where overtaken by a series of pictures and words. Evee couldn’t do anything but experience it, her hands twitching fruitlessly and her eyes wide but unseeing. The last thing she heard before the visions left her was, “Beast” and then she was back on her porch, the techbreed lumbering over her. Evee got up and pushed past him, running to the railing of the porch and vomiting over the side. The student coughed a few times once she stopped heaving, wiping the corner of mouth with her hand. “Gross,” she whispered, but despite just puking her guts up, the blonde felt much better. Her head was no longer aching and she wasn't near as dizzy anymore.
Slowly, Evee turned back to the creature. “Beast?” she asked tentatively, stepping closer to the techbreed and reaching a hand up to touch the shoulder closest to her. “Is that how you got here?” she asked again, her voice gentler now that she knew he wasn’t trying to hurt her. “Thank you for showing me,” Evee continued, patting the metal paneling under her hand. “If you need to show me other things, can you warn me first? I know you were just trying to be helpful, but that hurt me and I wasn’t ready for it,” the blonde admitted, making sure to keep her voice calm so he knew she wasn’t upset anymore. “I’m sorry I yelled at you. I was just scared, you know? I’m sure you know what that’s like,” the girl explained, the image of a battlefield riddled with explosions and the smell of burnt flesh and charred metal clear in her mind.
“I’m Evee,” she told him, suddenly embarrassed that she knew his name and he didn’t know hers. To make sure he understood her, she touched the center of her chest and said, “Evee,” before extending her hand back and touching the center of his chest. “Beast,” she smiled up at him, one of her dimples peeking out. “I’m glad to have met you,” she admitted, before shivering. The teenager hadn’t realized it before, but her nightgown was drenched from the rain being blown onto the porch and she was freezing. “I wish I hadn’t locked us out,” Evee shivered, wrapping her arms around herself to try to keep in her body heat.