Thread: Though They Walk Through The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death (Quix & Aurelia)

The almost taunting question was one that Eve had been sure she could answer only so long ago. That soon as she had left the evil house they had been raised in that she - they - would never have to worry again about David's influence in their life. Now it was a question that she could only shake her head as if trying to brush away the nightmares and all in the same breath tell him he already knew the answer to it. An answer that drove right to her core and effected her depressingly. Only with his following words did she find herself nuzzling closer to him, his touch the only gentle one she could recall. Her step mothers own hand, while never having left a physical mark, did it's work in anything emotional. They had always been so cold, only perhaps when she was but a baby maybe they had once held warmth, but as it stood now, Adam's was the one that she always craved. Wanted accepted by. Felt touch her in a way no other man had. Her arms laced around her brothers body as she pressed her own bare form to his without shame or thought only knowing it silenced all the bad thoughts of the horrible image she had just seen. At least until his final question came. Her eyes peering open against his chest before her head turned to look out towards the door of their bedroom. A deep breath in shaking her body gently against his own before her nails trailed just softly up and down his back in part of comforting him and the other half of something to do while her thoughts swirled painfully in her mind. She wanted David gone permanently from their lives, wanted him nothing but bad dreams and not fears, she wanted him dead. That was all that stayed while she swallowed heavily as her breathing almost hitched up just a notch while ideas began to form. Two years from her brother had almost killed her, physically and mentally. Eve had become so numb to emotion that when the kid in school had come to give her the note, she had honestly thought he was merely about to play some cruel joke and after tensing so badly and taking two unsure steps back, he finally given her a look as if she was the strangest of beings and dropped the letter to her desk before walking away. She had taken it to the restroom at the end of the day and read over it so many times second guessing the hand writing, wondering if her step-father was setting her up, if she had arose God's wrath again somehow. However knowing, deep down, this was Adam, calling to her, reaching his hand back out and coming to save her. Save her from every cruel thing her body and mind endured, leaving nothing but bad blood to consume her until somehow, when she had seen her brother for that first time in forever, that everything came overwhelming. Despite him holding, her knees had buckled and she had began to crumble to the ground where she stayed until he finally urged her that they had to leave before God found them once more. Even nights later, after she had wept herself to sleep with him, only sleeping once she had actually drained herself of any energy to stay awake in fear, Eve had troubles telling Adam what had happened to her when he was away. She would begin her stories, but only make it so far. Adam probably could guess a lot, but she was sure there were things that his stomach wouldn't even be able to handle. Eve had become her own rock in some ways as she was sure her brother did while he could do nothing but sit by and wait idle on her. Both sides of the coin suffering from abuse of worry and themselves, and only now thinking they could be safe. But emotions were coming back up and the younger of the siblings was first to voice what both of them were surely thinking. Leaning back just enough as her hand drifted against his skin and eyes came up to stare at him with a spark starting in her eyes. We... her voice was as confident as her thoughts, as if still afraid that if she spoke to loud David would hear what she had to say. We can't let him, Adam... he mustn't gain that much power. Her hands withdrew off him, only to find both sides of his face, her body shifting as she crawled to her knees and stared intently towards him. Her voice but a low whisper as it trembled out in a hushed tone just so her brother could hear it despite not a soul within yards of them. We have... have to stop him.. Her eyes narrowed, darkened somehow. W-we have to kill him.