The woman holding her grinned wickedly, flicking a strand of red hair off her shoulder. “Careful..”, she sang in Macha’s ear. “You wouldn’t want him to get shot..” Shifting slightly so that they were better concealed behind the bush, she tilted Macha’s head up and peered at her flickering eyes, gaze flicking down her convulsing body. Macha opened her mouth to reply but all that came out was something between a pained whimper and a snatch of garbled prophecy. The cracks by her eyes began to glow.
"M-macha..I need you." He sobbed, looking around the side of the house again for her.
The woman wedged the knife deeper into the glowing cracks, drawing a long, tormented scream from her mouth. “Take me!”, she begged, she’s flickering solid black for a full three seconds before she forced them back to silver. “I’ll give in— I’ll come willing—-“ She was cut of by a snatch of prophecy ripping out of her throat.
"Macha..please.." He heard her scream and tried looking for her. The scream was almost unrecognizable, his memory was fading. "Ma-macha…" He heard her voice but it wasn't familiar. "I can't…remember you.." He sobbed.
Macha could hear him crying, and it was breaking her. The woman laughed and lifted her gun from Macha’s head, pointing it through the bushes.
At Tyler.
That’s when Macha cracked.
Her head flew back, eyes turning solid black as she rose off the ground, skin rippling with golden magic, mouth spewing golden smoke. The cracks spread all the way down her cheeks and part of her neck.
Damn.
"I want to help. I need to help. But I can't remember you." He cried out, looking up at her.
(Tyleeeeeeerrrr)
Macha could barely hear him through the screams.
Through the blood.
She couldn’t see him through the blinding white light.
Tyler stood up, he saw her, he wanted to help. He took a step toward her and reached his hand out, inches away from her body.
(Nooooooooooooo)
Macha screamed, body spasming violently. One of her hands flew out and struck the woman with the gun. It was as if fire was rippling under her skin. The woman screamed, flames pouring out of her mouth and pores, a sound that seemed to shake the world.
(Maybe it started Tyler backwards?)
Tyler fell backwards onto the ground.
“W-What’s happening? Who are you?” He felt tears running down his face but he didn’t know why.
(T Y L E R)
Images flew through Macha’s head, so fast she could barely glimpse them. Dozens of futures, all condensed into a single second. She could feel it setting fire to her nerves, wreaking havoc in her brain and—
“Who are you?” She heard it plain as day. Tyler. It shattered the hold of the prophecy. Her eyes burned silver. She collapsed onto the ground, shaking.
(Awwwww I’m gonna cryyyyyy)
Tyler tentitivly crawled towards her. “A-are you okay?”
(nuuuuuuuuuu)
Macha's eyes flew open. Scrambling, she pushed herself up, grasping Tyler's hands and checking his body for wounds. "Tyler ohmygodareyouokay—"
Tyler backed away a little. “Uh..do I know you?” He asked quietly, standing up and brushing himself off.
Macha froze. Shit. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod– "Tyler– Tyler– your name is Tyler– I'm Macha– we're– oh god you don't remember–"
Tears fell fast down Tyler’s face and he touched his face, looking down at his wet fingers. “Why am I crying? What’s going on?” He asked, his breath quickening, her name stirring something in his mind.
"Tyler–" Her voice was panicked. "I'll explain– just get inside– more people might be coming–"
Tyler did as she said and walked into the house, very confused and distressed. “You..you look familiar..”
Macha shut and locked the door behind them, hands trembling. Her voice quaked as she tried to respond. It was terrifying; the way he had forgotten about everything in the blink of an eye. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. Can you still hear me?
Tyler inhaled sharply and something clicked in his mind. The memory of sitting on the floor with Macha flashed through his brain. He gasped a little and took a step back. He glanced back up at Macha and noticed her eyes. I’m in love with those eyes.. He thought to himself. He stumbled back a little more and looked up at her desperately. “Help.” He whispered.
Macha took a tentative step forward, her legs threatening to buckle beneath her. She forced them to cooperate, knowing she would be weak for the next little while after the episode. What do you remember?
“I don’t know..” He said, memories briefly flashed through his mind and he couldn’t get a firm grasp on anything.
Macha stepped closer. Tyler looked… different. Changed. He doesn't remember me. His sister. Anything. Ohgodohgodohgod. "Every since your sister died, you've been hearing a voice inside your head." My voice., she added mentally for his benefit. And I've heard the same. "We met a while ago for the first time." Her eyes searched for recognition in his.
The memory flew across his mind and he tried to hold onto it. The…lake..the lake..you saw her…near..the lake..
"We– we started– we started dating about a month (?) ago." She took a deep breath. "Do you remember your father? Your sister?"
“Macha…Macha..” He murmured to himself. Tyler suddenly looked up at her, recognition flooding into his mind. Macha.
Macha almost collapsed with relief, wrapping him up in her arms. She concentrated on unearthing memories and pushing them into his mind, all of them happy and bright.
“I’m sorry..I’m so so sorry…” He hugged her back tight and buried his face in her hair.
Macha squeezed him tighter, tears beginning to slide down her cheeks. She barely registered the pain in her arm, where the woman had carved tally marks into her flesh, or the cracks next to her eyes, which still ached from the kiss of the knife. All that mattered was Tyler. "It's not your fault– how much do you remember?"
“Are you okay?” He asked, ignoring her question for the moment.
