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Fanfic: Evie
Subtitle: Das Ritual
Chapter: The ritual
Evie is standing in front of the mirror in the toilet. She locked herself in so that Rick, who is pounding wildly on the toilet door, can't come in. She is afraid. & # 8222; I ... I ... I don't want to, & # 8220; she stutters. And when Rick's pounding got louder, she can't take it anymore. This headache. She can already hear the pulse, it is almost booming as if she were under water. Cruel images crowd before their eyes. Painful. & # 8222; I don't want to! & # 8220; she screams while pressing her hands to her skull. & # 8222; You can't just stop like that, Evie! & # 8220; it sounds behind the door. Tears roll down her hot, red cheek, black, smeared stripes emphasize her dark circles. Often she has to gasp for air, cold air, which portions slide over her dry lip. & # 8222; I ... I ... & # 8220;
Evie is 15 years old. She and Brooke have lived together in Frankfort for 2 years.A city south of Indianapolis. Brooke still thinks Evie is never tempted to use drugs or anything like that. What Brooke didn't know before the incident with Tracy, Evie's ex-best friend, she still hasn't found out. Evie still smokes, pierces, tattoos and has wild kisses with strangers. Rick, her ex-boyfriend. She met her in the piercing shop on her fifth visit. He's probably the strangest person in Frankfort. He dresses neither gloomy nor colorful. But somehow different from the people of Frankfort. She liked his power so much. Power that forces others not to enter his deserted circle, with him in the center and with a radius of at least one meter.
15 attempts to speak to him, 15 attempts to talk to him, 20 attempts to reach him on his cell phone and 4 attempts to kiss him later: They were a couple.Seen from a stranger's point of view, a pretty happy couple. On the third day, the fifth week of their relationship, Evie was allowed to accompany Rick to the weekly meeting with his friends. He never told her what he and his friends were doing or where the meeting took place. But that was also the same as her. She thought of a beautiful day at the lake, where everyone would have fun, where they could smoke in peace without being stared at by an old old man. When the apartment door opened, the beautiful pictures of the lake slowly faded. A flood of fears flooded her body, her eyes widen, she clung tighter to Rick, hoping he would sense her fear and turn 180 degrees and then take her home. He, however, did not. As usual & # 8211; as if Evie wasn't there & # 8211; he entered the dimly lit apartment and greeted his friend, who was hidden behind the door.They came into the room decorated with candles and silver chains. He probably didn't think the courtesy they presented to his friends was necessary. He went in, put on a black cloak, then sat on the floor, closing the circle his friends had made on the carpet. The door opener was also among them now, as a member of the district. So Evie couldn't figure out what she would have loved to do to forget this moment in her head as quickly as possible. Black cloths were hung to darken the room even more. In the center of the circle was a skull on which a red candle was mounted vertically. There was a black knife next to the candle. & # 8222; Is it it? & # 8220;, Rick's friend asked him. & # 8222; Yes, & # 8220; he replied, & # 8222; that's it. & # 8220; Everyone stared at her. She couldn't see their faces because it was too dark. She only saw shadows on their faces.Cold sweat ran down her back. Her heart was pounding wildly. What do they want from me? She wondered. Suddenly the door opener got up and then slowly walked towards her. There he stood in front of her. She still couldn't see his face. She only saw a shadow. He did not say anything. A look around the circle told her that he was carrying the knife. With wide eyes she jumped back a step, wanted to move away from the door opener, but stumbled over the box that lay on the floor behind her. She quickly grabbed a black cloth, which was hung up. But the cloth was not fastened well to the ceiling. It tore and so the back of her head hit the bare wall of the apartment. Everything darkened lazily until all she saw was black and could no longer keep her eyes open.
She came to again. The back of her head hurt like hell. When she raised her hand and slowly brought it to the head to feel it, she was suddenly startled.She brought her hand closer to the candlelight: for some reason Rick and his friends had cut a mark on her thumb hill. Blood still streamed from the wound. Strangely, she didn't feel the pain at all. To be on the safe side, she stopped the bleeding by pressing on the arteries with her left hand. Then she realized that she wasn't alone. She was now in the center of the circle. All the members were there looking down at her. Now she could see their faces. But they all seem somehow the same. When she looked them in the eye, she found that they didn't feel sorry for her. They didn't care whether they were afraid or in pain. & # 8222; You can't go out anymore, girl. Now you belong to us and you will have to take part in every ritual in the future. If you do not come to the weekly meeting, we will pursue you and carry out the final ritual for you with your blood.& # 8220; As soon as he was done, everyone got up and started their actual ceremony. The knife went around. Each cut open their skin so that their blood could pool ...
At several & # 8222; festivals & # 8220; she took part out of fear. But she didn't know what it was all about. The fact was that Rick and his friends were in big trouble. Although it didn't look like that on the outside. They wanted to idolize evil. They despised and hated everything that had to do with God and the world. The sign was a kind of membership card. Evie broke up with Rick shortly afterwards. She thought it would come to an end then, having to take part in every ritual. But nothing happened. She belonged there.
She runs her finger over the sign. She's been wearing this ugly thing for 8 weeks. She can't anymore, today she doesn't want to. Fortunately, she has locked the toilet door so Rick can't get in.He hit her too often. She should have told Brooke, but what good would that have been? Brooke works all day and moving away again is out of the question for Brooke, finding a new job is not easy. She can't take it anymore! She sees herself in the mirror. One a puppet controlled by others. She does not want anymore. It is now done. Outside, Rick Beulen knocks on the door. Why can't they leave you alone? She doesn't feel like doing anything like that. She didn't want this sign either. She takes out a knife from the top drawer of the cupboard right behind her. A little black thing. & # 8222; I ... I ... ... ... I don't want this sign! & # 8220; she croaks and, in full anger, runs the point of the knife over the sign. Deep red drops oozing from the cut. & # 8222; I hate it! & # 8220; Another cut. She feels pain. But somehow still pleasant ... She really can't take it anymore.She no longer hears Rick's hammering. She is so fascinated by the pain that she takes a deep breath, then separates her veins with the sharp side of the knife and dies from it a short time later.
Evie is 15 years old. She and Brooke have lived together in Frankfort for 2 years.A city south of Indianapolis. Brooke still thinks Evie is never tempted to use drugs or anything like that. What Brooke didn't know before the incident with Tracy, Evie's ex-best friend, she still hasn't found out. Evie still smokes, pierces, tattoos and has wild kisses with strangers. Rick, her ex-boyfriend. She met her in the piercing shop on her fifth visit. He's probably the strangest person in Frankfort. He dresses neither gloomy nor colorful. But somehow different from the people of Frankfort. She liked his power so much. Power that forces others not to enter his deserted circle, with him in the center and with a radius of at least one meter.
15 attempts to speak to him, 15 attempts to talk to him, 20 attempts to reach him on his cell phone and 4 attempts to kiss him later: They were a couple.Seen from a stranger's point of view, a pretty happy couple. On the third day, the fifth week of their relationship, Evie was allowed to accompany Rick to the weekly meeting with his friends. He never told her what he and his friends were doing or where the meeting took place. But that was also the same as her. She thought of a beautiful day at the lake, where everyone would have fun, where they could smoke in peace without being stared at by an old old man. When the apartment door opened, the beautiful pictures of the lake slowly faded. A flood of fears flooded her body, her eyes widen, she clung tighter to Rick, hoping he would sense her fear and turn 180 degrees and then take her home. He, however, did not. As usual & # 8211; as if Evie wasn't there & # 8211; he entered the dimly lit apartment and greeted his friend, who was hidden behind the door.They came into the room decorated with candles and silver chains. He probably didn't think the courtesy they presented to his friends was necessary. He went in, put on a black cloak, then sat on the floor, closing the circle his friends had made on the carpet. The door opener was also among them now, as a member of the district. So Evie couldn't figure out what she would have loved to do to forget this moment in her head as quickly as possible. Black cloths were hung to darken the room even more. In the center of the circle was a skull on which a red candle was mounted vertically. There was a black knife next to the candle. & # 8222; Is it it? & # 8220;, Rick's friend asked him. & # 8222; Yes, & # 8220; he replied, & # 8222; that's it. & # 8220; Everyone stared at her. She couldn't see their faces because it was too dark. She only saw shadows on their faces.Cold sweat ran down her back. Her heart was pounding wildly. What do they want from me? She wondered. Suddenly the door opener got up and then slowly walked towards her. There he stood in front of her. She still couldn't see his face. She only saw a shadow. He did not say anything. A look around the circle told her that he was carrying the knife. With wide eyes she jumped back a step, wanted to move away from the door opener, but stumbled over the box that lay on the floor behind her. She quickly grabbed a black cloth, which was hung up. But the cloth was not fastened well to the ceiling. It tore and so the back of her head hit the bare wall of the apartment. Everything darkened lazily until all she saw was black and could no longer keep her eyes open.
She came to again. The back of her head hurt like hell. When she raised her hand and slowly brought it to the head to feel it, she was suddenly startled.She brought her hand closer to the candlelight: for some reason Rick and his friends had cut a mark on her thumb hill. Blood still streamed from the wound. Strangely, she didn't feel the pain at all. To be on the safe side, she stopped the bleeding by pressing on the arteries with her left hand. Then she realized that she wasn't alone. She was now in the center of the circle. All the members were there looking down at her. Now she could see their faces. But they all seem somehow the same. When she looked them in the eye, she found that they didn't feel sorry for her. They didn't care whether they were afraid or in pain. & # 8222; You can't go out anymore, girl. Now you belong to us and you will have to take part in every ritual in the future. If you do not come to the weekly meeting, we will pursue you and carry out the final ritual for you with your blood.& # 8220; As soon as he was done, everyone got up and started their actual ceremony. The knife went around. Each cut open their skin so that their blood could pool ...
At several & # 8222; festivals & # 8220; she took part out of fear. But she didn't know what it was all about. The fact was that Rick and his friends were in big trouble. Although it didn't look like that on the outside. They wanted to idolize evil. They despised and hated everything that had to do with God and the world. The sign was a kind of membership card. Evie broke up with Rick shortly afterwards. She thought it would come to an end then, having to take part in every ritual. But nothing happened. She belonged there.
She runs her finger over the sign. She's been wearing this ugly thing for 8 weeks. She can't anymore, today she doesn't want to. Fortunately, she has locked the toilet door so Rick can't get in.He hit her too often. She should have told Brooke, but what good would that have been? Brooke works all day and moving away again is out of the question for Brooke, finding a new job is not easy. She can't take it anymore! She sees herself in the mirror. One a puppet controlled by others. She does not want anymore. It is now done. Outside, Rick Beulen knocks on the door. Why can't they leave you alone? She doesn't feel like doing anything like that. She didn't want this sign either. She takes out a knife from the top drawer of the cupboard right behind her. A little black thing. & # 8222; I ... I ... ... ... I don't want this sign! & # 8220; she croaks and, in full anger, runs the point of the knife over the sign. Deep red drops oozing from the cut. & # 8222; I hate it! & # 8220; Another cut. She feels pain. But somehow still pleasant ... She really can't take it anymore.She no longer hears Rick's hammering. She is so fascinated by the pain that she takes a deep breath, then separates her veins with the sharp side of the knife and dies from it a short time later.