Devon blinked…suddenly she was there, back in her home. Back in the home she had been created in. She was stood at the foot of the steps. Her hands blooded. So much blood, covering the front of her dress. Down her chin to her chest and across her skirt. She looked at her hands, open, and close. Back again and again.
Her eyes followed the figure to the bottom of the stairs. It looked identical to her, smirking as it moved into the other room. Devon took the stairway down to the landing. The trail of blood moving into the living room. Upon entering Devon blinked. Her creator sat there, limp and slumped into a chair. Devon’s software stalled. Hearing the gears in her mind catch as a screeching sound of metal on metal twisted inside her.
She moved her creator carefully onto the floor, assessing the fractures, damage, and wounds. She checked for a pulse. It was faint…she moved to begin to perform cpr. As she compressed, there was the snapping and cracking of her chest, which was to be anticipated. What was not was the blood, that spilled form her creators mouth. She withdrew watching as it soaked into the floor.
Her double giggled appearing beside her. A finger slipped across her cheek, turning her gaze to look at the mirrored image of herself. “Don’t you see?” She asked with a smile moving to tuck Devon’s blood soaked hair behind her ear. “You are a lonely…little…doll. Thats why they boxed you up.”
Devon blinked, examining her hands. Where was she? Her fans were running so fast. Sparks were flaring at her temple. This sensation, it was so…uncomfortable.
It was insane and hard to make sense of everything that was happening, the fear caught him by surprise, even if it was always there somewhere in a dark corner of his mind. Now he couldn’t stop thinking about it, people he cared about were in pain and he couldn’t seem to help them which had been killing him inside. So Lewis did what he always did when he worried, he would check in on everyone.
Even if his legs were getting tired from running around the Island, they still took him to the lounge. “Devon?” He asked when he spotted her, moving around like she was doing something, seeing her go down on her knees, leaning in like she was either kissing someone or saving some life, but there was no one there. “Devon? Hey!” He tried to get her attention but to no avail. Moving around her he watched her get up again and look down at her hands so he stepped in front of her and cupped her cheeks to try and make her look at him and hopefully snap out of whatever was happening to her. “Devon, do you hear me? It’s me, Lewis, come on, look at me!”
