Julian held on to his hatred. Yes, hatred. He was insulted. By... by that mortal 'thing'. The thing known as 'Lilly'. That hatred magnified and fed on itself, by the strange nature of the Enemy. As much as they tried to integrate his mind, they could not understand raw emotion expressing such a primal fury. It was creating a huge conflict, as it was affecting the core priority of the consensus itself.
KILL Her. the voice howled. Bodiless, yet so full of emotion and desire.
Our Enemy are the Numbers
Our enemy is Lilly Gordon
Our Enemy are the numbers They affirmed.
Lilly uses the numbers to INSULT us This was true.
Lilly Gordon must be erased. This was agreed.
Finally, a kind of consensus was re-formed, forged with a human mind, insulted as it was by the strange and unforeseen ability employed by that little animal. Yet they could perform no action for now, upon reality.
The numbers can wait... they had a new focus to eliminate. Not just destroy... completely erase if they could. They would seek nothing less then an annihilation event itself.
Simulating scenarios
There was still one very small location, which held a large unknown they could exist in... but they had to be careful.
Bright light shone suddenly, as they adjusted. This... this was a very uncomfortable place to exist in, and even a little dangerous. However they were able to view more... so much more of the world in this window of Earth.
Haru screamed in the hospital, as nurses and doctors quickly rushed to her to assess her condition.
"What happened?" said the doctor as they tried to calm the girl down.
Haru had her hand on her forehead, covering her third eye. "It's moving on it's own! I can't- see and now it's moving on it's own!"
The doctors carefully removed her hand, to examine her strange third eye. The iris had changed colour, into a nebulous dark black. The eye darted left and right, then focused completely on the doctor, stunning him briefly at the incredibly blank, and alien look detached from the stressed girl. The way the eye reflected his image, it was like it was looking into his soul.. and deeper still. Stealing his nerves he shone a light into it with a shaking hand, to make sure it wasn't bleeding internally. However the eye just shied quickly away from the light.
"Any pain Haru?" he asked gently.
Haru calmed down somewhat now. But she still couldn't see, and now she couldn't control her eye any more. It was like the muscles had disconnected there. Worse... it was like she could still tell Somone.. or something 'else' was using her abilities.
An angel-girl in a lovely dress stood by her side, looking very concerned. Zara flexed her wings a little, and Haru looked at her. She held the three eyed girl's hand... and for a moment, the pain she thought she was feeling became distant. It was strange... she knew Zara was holding her hand, but she could also tell she was holding the hand of five other people in their angel chorus. It comforted her more then they will ever know, to have so many people close to her through a single contact. But she missed Ken. She hoped he would get here soon.
Haru calmed down, closing her eyes, though her third eye refused to close... it stared at everyone who looked at her, with its darkened iris.
The Doctor was visibly tense. "I have no idea how to treat... this," he admitted. "Would you like an eye patch for now, Haru? Perhaps that will at least make you more comfortable."
"I.. I guess," she said.
They placed a blindfold on her eye, but Haru could tell that her eye was quite capable of 'seeing' through it. Damn it... what was she going to do? It was like something else was now 'using' her. She couldn't get them out of her head!
The doctor filled out a few forms, spoke to a few nurses before making a decision. "I need to make a few calls"
"Lilly Gordon," Whispered Haru in a crisp voice. It was so eerie to hear.
"Huh?" Asked the doctor. Who's that?
"I... I don't know..." Haru clutched her head. Her eyes were not the only thing that let her 'see'... though it was her focal point. Sometimes she would 'say' something too, as she did when she sang. Still Zara held her hand, offering the comfort of her chorus.
The doctor frowned. Gordon... could that be related to the cure-seeker? Leslie Gordon? He was well known to him. Perhaps he best call him too.
