like a marionette, with curiosity bleeding her a slow &. merciless death on the strings with which she is moved . had it any emotion for this one - among - many, it may feel pity, for the way that she runs herself ragged . so many have done it before . so many will do so in the future . it is but a matter of time . &. death, o' death, is a patient thing .
the lights above groan, wiring buckling under the pressure of death's presence &. it is a fair miracle itself the irons holding light to ceiling do not crumple soon after . sparks rain as falling stars upon the black of its presence, as though it were the very shower that brought infinity unto this world— if only eris evans had the knowledge of the cosmos, to appreciate how alike this situation is . but she is a mortal, &. as mortals are often wont to do, she falters in the face of the unknown .
it must applaud her— some lose their mind looking upon the form of destruction alive, driven to the edge of lunacy &. send themselves the last way careening unto madness . she is strong of mind, of this is knows . it draws impossibly nearer, bringing with it the chill of the dark beyond that emanates alongside the infinite energy— but more troublingly so, bringing with it the quiet . the dying groans of technology within the room as it all at once overclocked, the thrum of the ac unit stuttering along on its last legs as though it seeks to follow the one running it into the dirt, even the rush of water choked to a dribble &. forgotten in the wake of alarms .
it is not silent, no ... but it is deafened . so far &. away, like it is heard through cotton, first, &. then through a wall, like the ambiance is in another room, playing fly on the wall to the clarity of the yveltal's voice when the shadow alive speaks .
❝ a warning . a portent . know you how close you are to me, eris evans ? ❞ in the dark there is only its eyes, devilish white - blue, to illuminate . to barely suggest at the movement of its shapeless form . the drag of claws along the ground . her life is as a thread now, worn &. wearied to a threadbare shield keeping life within .
it thinks, in its boundless wisdom, that if it made even the slightest tug, she would unravel in spectacular fashion— nothing left in this laboratory basement save for the equipment, left just as dead as the one who once roamed its hall .
its eyes, pits of ice an anchor point in the inky black, draw near— its head must be leaning in, but the tales say yveltal has a beak &. there is no keratin skewering through flesh yet . ❝ your heart— it may soon give out, if your body does not pass it by first . i will be here to keep you company when it does . ❞ how long has she gone without sleep ? how long without a proper meal ? water ? socialization ? sunlight ? she is as a flower down here, withering under neglect, &. o' death awaits to pluck her bones one by one . ❝ after all you have accomplished, do you wish to die here eris evans ? ❞