[Cremisi Neve]
She kept her eyes upon the stilled train, head still tilted to the side while she herself were unsure of what exactly was going on, and yet still not realizing that she mightâve just made a mistake in calling out to anyone at all. The two sheâd called to moved though, her brown eyes trailed back though for a moment out of curiosity, just in time to see. A boy with violet hair and a yet shorter boy with unusually blonde hair. . . . Cremisi stared at them, silently watching while it was the two headed onto the train, I guess I just got my answer. she thought, blinking a few times while her eyes remained on the wide side. Exactly what was in store for her, or what was going to be up with this situation, she didnât really know. Thinking on it, it probably wasnât the best of moves for me to go and call to those two like that, but, if they meant any harm to me or Ketsa then Iâm sure the wouldâve attacked us instead of boarding this thing. Cremisi reasoned, staring at the train.
Ketsa had helped her up, and asked if she wanted to join her in exploring the train. . . . So, she wasnât alone for that, but whatever awaited herself and Ketsa when they got aboard, that was anyoneâs guess. Of course, Cremisi hoped entirely for the best, to absolve any sort of trouble that might be playing out on the thing; she believed things would turn out all right, as they always did for her, or so she adamantly believed. Of course, her limited memory had nothing within it that would lead her to think otherwise. When it was that the cloaked figure of Ketsa moved toward the train, did Cremisiâs attention shift with a stupid sounding, âEh?â only to result in her following after the seemingly kindly girl with something of puzzled look on the brunetteâs face.
âReady to go in?â she asked, looking to Cremisi, stopping before actually getting on.
âUm, yeah, Iâm ready to go!â Cremisi answered the girl, voice loud and as lively as ever, though there was an undeniable tinge of anxiety held within it.
Following this, Ketsa vanished onto the large vehicle, leaving Cremisi to struggle onto it. The blonde boy had managed to get on board the thing with little issue, and he didnât exactly have much height on her. . . . Yâokay Crem, you can do this. Youâve got something you gotta do, so a step in your current mission is to climb aboard! A nod came from her as a determined expression took over, and though she was uncertain, the girl fought against gravity and fidgeted around until it was she managed to get her little self up and inside the thing.
Cremisi didnât know what to expect upon getting herself inside, of course, she didnât she just plunged herself into this headfirst without thinking about it so much. All she had done was assure herself all would be well and good . . . though she didnât have the slightest idea why the train was stopped or why there had been a scream. Hanging in the doorway of the train, half in and half out, Crem simply stood there, looking on at the scene before her, feeling as if a part of her had gone utterly numb. Panicked people, the blonde and the violet-haired boy were there too, but there were also people being held at the point of a long-knife that had flames flickering around it, that thing belonging to the blonde.
All she could do was blink, not a thought slipped into her mind at this scene. She knew only that she felt . . . funny, her body felt stiff, her breathing felt like it was getting difficult to manage, and her mind just seemed to stop. Why? It wasnât like she was alone in this, she had come aboard with Ketsa. . . . And, everything was going to turn out okay! It did, it always did, so there wasnât anything for her to worry about. Positive, and certain, she had to be both, to stop whatever trouble was afoot, she had to be sure of herself, and to keep on smiling, that was how things would improve, that had to be right. It always seemed to be in the past.
The blonde had the long knife pressed to a guyâs neck now, the flames were gone, but he was kneeling before a girl and who she assumed was her father, smiling, saying something to her before she nodded and he ascended back to his feet. What was going on . . . ?
Being as she was, Cremisi didnât understand the differences between Outsiders and Insiders at all, the notion of the panicked people and those being held at bladepoint being different at all was something lost to her as a whole. Herself being any different too. . . . She didnât understand it, why it was this scene was playing out before her, she didnât understand it. Why people had to fight, had to struggle, be negative and so however unpleasant they could be, Cremisi didnât understand why. There were so many thing sheâd never come to face before, so many experiences she had yet to cope with or comprehend, so of course she wouldnât get it. Not yet anyway. Still feeling almost numb, Cremisi tore her gaze away from the sight of the blonde and the man held at bay by his weapon, and turned her head side to side, looking for Ketsa, only to see that her friend had vanished.
âKetsa . . . ?â she questioned quietly, taking a step inside the train car, a clear look of uncertainty passed over her young features as she ventured deeper into the area, looking about as out of place as a person could. She didnât go so far as to wander off the car or to go to another, but she wouldâve been partly unnoticed by anyone who hadnât seen her board before. âWhere did she go?â
It was at this point that there were screams again . . . panicked ones, and of course it caught hold of Cremisiâs attention. Eyes wide with questioning as before, she quickly spun on her heel to look back behind her, noting that several more people seemed to have joined in on the situation. She didnât smile as she normally would when seeing new people, not at all, because something in her felt stranger than before. Something of a whimper slipped from her throat as her thoughts all stopped, though she had been looking for Ketsa, even that slipped away. The panicked people, the horrible screams coming from a woman were enough to make Cremisi want to scream too. She couldnât see what was going on, the horrible sight and scene there. . . . But the screaming was enough to make her feel wrong.
Being positive was her forte, something she was always suppose to hold onto, to be, but danger, someone in pain or anything of the sort, it was enough to elicit this from her, to throw her off completely. I-I donât, wh-what is . . . ? she wondered, her head began to hurt her, enough to make the girl throw both her hands up onto its sides, and to pull it down while she tried to focus herself, to regain some sense of normalcy within herself. Why she was beginning to feel so strange, she didnât know.
Heart beginning to pound in her chest, hearing the beat thud loudly in her ears as blood rushed through her brain, a sense set into her that she didnât know, hadnât felt before, it was something akin to anxiety, but it was . . . deeper, stronger, more potent than that. Something she didnât grasp, or know, something she couldnât remember feeling before now. A moan slipped from her as she sank to her knees, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to drown out the womanâs screams, the wailing coming from her and the panicked calls and shrieks from the others. Cremisi still didnât know what was going on, and she didnât want to know, she didnât want to feel this horrid feeling anymore, nor did she want to hear this.
This is when it happened too, she could feel something, it . . . it felt like there was something tied to her heart, connected to another, but this tied thing, it wasnât calm or stable, no, it was struggling, tightening loosening, pulling and writhing about. The strangeness to it, the fact it seemed to be struggling so, it made Cremisi begin to shake, her brown eyes widening as tears formed in her eyes. This sensation she felt, it multiplied . . . it suddenly felt like there were multiple ties between her heart and others from nowhere, but the one that was tightening, pulling and loosening, it was the one she was solely focused on. W-Why . . . ? she thought, not understanding this. I-I can feel it, thi-this connection. Cremisi swallowed, forcing her eyes shut as a whimper slipped from her, she could feel the tugging the connection had, coinciding with the severity and intensity of the woman screaming until, finally it the connection felt weaker, weaker and weaker.
The strength it possessed faded away, until finally, it loosened to the extent that it no longer was there . . . it fell away into nothingness along with silence, the womanâs screaming stopped. A word surfaced in Cremisiâs mind about half a minute following the loss of the connection thatâd been her focal point, a word she didnât know she knew. D-Dead.
Sitting there silent, her hands slipped from the sides of her head and fell back to the carpeted floor below her, as her eyes opened, a sort of anesthetized feeling settled into her body with the realization of the word âdead.â There were other connections there, stable ones, ones that werenât so uncertain . . . she could feel them, but that one, the one thatâd been lost, that had faded away, Cremisiâs mind was stuck to that. She didnât understand it, the ladyâs screams, the feeling, the unknown feeling, these connections, then the one that had being fighting and so uncertain before. . . . Dead. Dead. Dead. . . .
âYouâre not dead or injured.â hearing someone speak, a male, caused Cremisi to look upward as if by second nature, a dazed expression had taken root upon her features, her eyes glassed over, looking tired, sedated. âWho are you, and why arenât you on the Inside where you belong?â A guy with white hair, seeming to be sucking on the in-between of his index finger and thumb was speaking to the blonde from before.
Dead. . . . Still floated about aimlessly within Cremisiâs mind, though her eyes were set upon the two guys, she felt tired. . . . Her head fell downward limply, a sigh slipping from her while another thought formed within, Where there is death, there is danger.
âCanât have danger. . . . Death isnât good, where death is, there is danger, pain, and suffering, bad things, and we canât have bad things, canât have it, we just canât. . . .â she mumbled, continuing to mumble that while she remained where she sat. While it was that Cremisi continued to mutter that to herself over and over, something began to materialize . . . what looked like red threads, tied around her fingers, began to appear, and from her fingers they spread out, one connected to all within the vicinity, all of them leading back to her before it was that another breath slipped from the girlâs lungs, and they began to vanish.
The Red Weaver had almost awoken, and whether or not anyone had taken note of the threads was something yet to be known.