Chapter 3 ***

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Eila swept down the streets, her heart thudding in her chest. "That Oliver was suspicious," she muttered over and over under her breath, ignoring Maya's death stares and the dreamy look in her eyes. Eila sighed. "What did that boy do to you?" her voice conveyed more than the words.

Maya laughed a little. Her sister was overreacting. It was just a small peck... Right? Just to be nice..?

"Why are you so obsessed over him doing something to me? He just kissed me-" Maya slapped her hand over her mouth. She had forgotten to not tell Eila and probably made things worse.

Eila stopped dead in her tracks. "And?" she asked in a voice that could freeze over the Sahara.

Maya said, "H-he only kissed me.. A-and that's-it."

"And you did?" Eila breathed.

"Y-yes.." she looked up, stuttering, "I thought i-it was okay since he was b-being so n-nice a-and all.."

Eila turned around. Her expression was unreadable as she hissed, "This boy is going to have a word with my knife."

Maya stopped, and said loudly, "Stop acting like this!" Maya realized that... she said something very wrong, and started to jog.

Eila started walking in the direction of Oliver's house again, swift as a cheetah, deadly serious, her face as cold and stony as a piece of concrete left in the winter.

Maya started panicking and ran ahead of Eila. When she got there, she started knocking frantically and Oliver answered the door.

"Oh, hi!" he said, surprised, and a grin spread over his face. "What are you doing here? Not that I'm not pleased to see you, of course," he said hastily, running a hand subconsiously through his tousled hair, and Maya froze, captured by his eyes and...

"Eila.. She's- she's coming to possibly kill you for kissing me!" She blurted and started panicking once again. "S-he's- gonna kill you!" At that moment, Eila barged past her sister and grabbed Oliver's shirt.

"Did you touch Maya?" she asked casually.

Oliver stumbled back, gasping for air. His face paled as he nodded.

"How did she react to you?" growled Eila. "Did she do anything?"
Oliver inhaled sharply...and shook his head.

Maya screamed, "Oliver!"

"She didn't touch me," Oliver told Eila, his voice deadly calm. "I forced her to me. She didn't want to do it." His eyes darkened with each word. "We are nothing."

The words pierced Maya like a knife. "He's lying!" she cried. "I kissed him, I did it out of my free will!"

Eila paused, hesitation drawing at her fingertips. Then she threw him aside. "Are you hiding something from us, Oliver?" she asked menacingly. Oliver leaped to his feet with surprising agility.

"N–no," he stumbled. "I–that's the truth–she doesn't like me, I forced her to come back here–"

Maya was enraged now. "I did it 'cause I wanted to! Why isn't anyone listening to me!?" She let out a shaky breath. "He could report us if you keep doing this!"

"Report us, Oliver, and you'll be having a little session with me and my faithful knives here." Eila let her eyes pierce his for a moment. Oliver nodded confidently, and she pushed him back, feeling a thudding in her chest like never before. What was happening?! Was she..jealous of Maya? His face flashed in her mind, and with it, a cyclone of emotions that she pushed back with all her might.

With trembling legs, Oliver regained his balance and rose to his feet, leaning against the wall, his face crumbled in pain. A small whimper escaped Maya's lips, and her wavy locks fell onto her shoulders, framing her face as she backed into the corner of the walls.

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Her breath came like knives as Eila contiously kept her blade pointed at him, drawing her arm back, taking meticulous aim at his chest.

Maya stared at the glinting blade of the knife.

And all hell broke lose.

Red rimmed her vision, blurring everything in a haze of crimson. Black anger weaved in between the smoky red, creating a monster, a vicious creature that had lurked benetah the surface for years. It stretched its arms, its claws glimmering...a voice echoed in her ears, a helpless female shouting "STOP!" over and over...perhaps it was her own voice. Ragged breathing whispered in her ears, adding to the power of her monster, fuming in rage...

In the confusion and hatred, she saw Oliver's face, saw his lips moving, and struggled to hear him through the ringing blaring through her ears.

"I'm telling the truth," he told Eila. "This was my fault."

"Oliver," Maya whispered, hating how weak and angry her own voice sounded. "Go. Now."

But he stood his ground. "You'll have to come with me then," he said, and his voice promised a million words he could never say. Some of the red mist snaked away from her vision as she struggled to take deep breathes, feeling her legs turn to jello.

But beside her, Eila had lost herself as well. She let out a strangled snarl like a wild animal and her arm plunged deeper backwards, drawing more force into the knife.

The last thing Maya remembered was her legs crumbling beneath her and the storm of red that fueled the tears streaming down her face.

Then all.

Went.

Black.

Eila couldn't think.

Words flickered like dim lightbulbs in her mind, but they were swallowed by the darkness that penetrated her. It was dark. Deep. There was no exit, no light. None of the words left her mouth as she stumbled forward and placed her ice-cold fingertips on Maya's forehead.

It was cold as stone.

"Maya." The word slipped off her tongue like an icicle, and she gasped for air , not realizing she had been holding her breath. After a few more steady breaths, she leaned over to tuck the waves of hair behind Maya's ear. "Maya." The strangled whisper brushed Maya's ear.

"Is she okay?" The question was full of anxiety, worry, betrayal...and anger. A deep voice that set Eila off.

She spun around, back on her feet in a second. Her worry melted into anger, and the darkness faded into a burning light that seared every inch of her brain.

"I did nothing," Oliver snapped. Eila stepped back. "She collapsed because you were overworking her."

"Overworking her," Eila said softly. "As if–you fed Maya something."

"You heard her," Oliver growled. "I didn't do anything."

"I'm sure she just fainted because you kissed her too much," Eila snarled sarcastically, her voice dripping with venom.

"Just get her on the sofa and question her when she wakes up," Oliver mumbled, grabbing Maya's legs.

"If... she wakes up," Eila breathed, helping him lift her gently to the sofa. Her face was peaceful in the dappled sunlight shafting through the window panels. One of her long fingers swept the hair off of Maya's face. She was breathing, her heart beating strong.

Eila leaned in and closed her eyes, feeling her long lashes tickle Maya's cheeks.

"Wake up."

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