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When; April 5th, evening
Rating; G
Characters; Mitochondria Eve

first_mommy and Eve Brea

neomit_eve
Summary; Eve feels an unusual yet familiar power in the City and discovers who it belongs to.
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Many thoughts rushed through Eve's head as she made her way to where the Aya alike was hiding. Why did she look like Aya? How was she created? Why was her power similar to her own? She couldn't be Maya. That would be impossible.. unless she was an alternate version?

The brunette pushed aside those pesky thoughts for now. Even if the girl was Aya's, she felt the need to protect her, and she knew quite well how dangerous the City could be.

She finally reached the building little Eve was near, downed her own powers and called out, hoping not to frighten the poor girl, "Child? It is safe to come out now."

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Sitting by herself behind various boxes, something she herself had tried to make, and somehow made a little less conspicuous than what it could have been, Eve leaned sideways, still sheltered safely enough from behind a trashcan, staring in confusion at the women.

For a moment she almost obeyed. Almost. Her eyes moved as the woman moved, never wavering, never stopping to see if there was another other danger coming from another direction. Drawing a deep breath, she swallowed the fear creeping up her throat anticipating the small seed of heat in her chest would begin to grow in tandom with however strong the other force became.

The phantom tug at her mind pulled harder, the mental energy of ‘another’ washing against her like a tide. Her inner resonance, told her to be wary, quiet, to anticipate danger rather than just watch out for it.

Hmm. She was going to need some coaxing. Eve could sense, despite the girl's confusion when they spoke earlier, that her mitochondria were indeed aware of the situation. How could such a small being have such power?

Eve held out her hand and smiled, trying to appear harmless. "I promise it's safe, my dear. Aya is not here, but I will do my best to look after you until you are reunited with her."

Despite the nagging worry, as constant as it was, the younger of the twos mitochondria, became curious, surprised at the force of its older counterpart, not trying to assert itself in the nearby dominion.

Looking sadly at the offered hand, the burden of not knowing where she was, where Aya could be, or if she’d be in big danger before her older sister came to collect her weighing down heavily upon her shoulders. Heeding the small coercive force added from within, whatever strand of common sense she had was put into storage for the time being.

“I have to wait here… I said.” Eve managed to force out nervously, as if testing the waters.

Teetering forward awkwardly, to move herself into a better observing position, her hand accidentally pushed one of the bottom boxes out into the open, the rest of those supported by it crashing down almost semi-comically.

Eve frowned, feeling sympathetic for the poor girl, her motherly instinct kicking in. The only comfort in the world for her was Aya, and the elder doubted she would be arriving anytime soon.

".. Aya is not here, child. Not in this city. She may not be arriving for quite some time."

She put her hand back down to her side, "Please. It is dangerous to be in the City alone. I can provide you with food ans shelter."

The younger Eve rocked back on her haunches, forcing herself slowly to stand up, opening her eyes once again to push the boxes aside. Taking a weary step backwards, leaning on what little friendliness that had been established earlier to stay in the vicinity, the youngsters perceptive blue eyes once again looked up into the woman’s, trying to discern whether the stranger would indeed be true to her word and why at all she knew her older sister.

“How…”

She began, looking down intermittently blinking away the deja vu tugging at her.

“How… How do you Aya?”

Well, she couldn't avoid it. Eve hated lying anyway.

"She is my sister."

‘Sister?’ the word struck a chord.

“But…”

The young blonde shook her head, steeling herself, No. The only other sister Aya had had, died many years ago. This woman infront of her couldn’t be Maya. Steadying her breathing, the smaller Eve waited until her heart beat slowed down and the tension in her gut eased.

“You can’t be Maya. Aya said she died when she was little.”

"I was once Maya, but then was moved to a new host." Eve replied casually.

"Do you know of Aya's powers?"

“Huh?”

Blinking in dazed confusion, raising an eyebrow as she tried to comprehend what the woman had said and what it actually meant Eve shrugged confusedly. She let the silence hang between them for a moment as her cells communicated, constructing mental reinforcements that would keep their host at least partially unaware of the ties to her own past, especially if it's former counterpart were to have much more knowledge.

“No… Aya didn’t have special powers.”

That was very strange indeed. Eve could sense there was something odd about the way the girl's mitochondria were reacting. Were they trying to protect her innosense?..

Somewhat frustrated, Eve sighed. ".. Do you sometimes hear a voice in the back of your mind?"

Shifting uncomfortably when the other's woman's words brought back to light some of the dream flashes, thoughts that felt strange, the younger Eve debated whether to confess. A moment passed, a quiet moment in the mitochondrial world, as the youngster finally nodded.

"Aya... told me they'd go away... Do you get them too?"

The elder woman closed her eyes, putting her hand over her chest and simply replied:

"I am that voice."

Mitochondria reared up again in the younger blondes mind, arguing almost about self dependency. Host was wary; she couldn’t form a true opinion, even if indirectly it was indeed the truth.

“If you can enter my head... What am I thinking…” she asked, her voice ending up little more than a whisper, as everything, fell totally silent. Eve stared at the older brunette in rapt concentration, wondering if she herself would be proven wrong.

"I can't enter your head, my dear. But your Mitochondria has been struggling to hide the truth from you. Just like Aya's.." That was a discomforting thought. It wasn't exactly co-exsisting, which worried her. "They are trying to stunt your growth."

"Mitochondria?" The youngster singled out, this time without having to say it phonetically to herself.

The dazed expression on her face intensified as she tried to mentally tried to summon Aya into being, so she could understand.

"What? How...?"

"You have powers like my own. The ability to evolve. The ability to communicate."

Eve held out her hand again, "Listen to your innerself."

"Inner...S"

Another wave of vertigo hit her senses as the youngster fell back, dropping once more to the floor with a graceless 'thud'. Cradling her head as burning heat leapt from one cell to the next in instantaneous concession, Eve shook her head pointedly – a voice not quite her own having made the decision.

“I don’t want to evolve…”

Eve's eyes widened. She hadn't been expecting that. But atleast the girl's mitochondria were still active.

.. So, she's just like Aya. Coexsisting peacefully..

".. I apologize then." She lowered her hand once more, feeling somewhat defeated.

Slamming her own back against the floor, she waited, breathing shallowly as the heat receeded. Through teary eyes, Eve managed to look up at ethe stranger, suddenly calm, alone, left to feel her own insecurities once again.

"Who are you?"

".. I am Eve." She answered softly.

Young Eve’s thoughts wandered over the events that still had her on the ground, miserable, fearful and above all else bewildered about the other woman’s identity, as well as whatever ‘powers’ she had.

“Eve? But I’m Eve…”

Setting unsteady hands on the ground below, pushing herself upright with a wince, the blonde regarded the ‘other’ Eve, with a perplexed pout.

Eve. That was the girl's name. ... Rather odd how she looked like Aya yet had Eve's name.

"... Then you must be the third Eve?"

Silence hung in the air for a moment, the pause as significant as it was daunting to the little person trying to figure out why her sister hadn’t told her about any of this. If it was even true.

The inky, pervasive thought stirred some rather innate need. Third? She asked herself only accounting for two, affixing the more literal meaning to ‘Eve’.

“Third Eve?”

"Third Mitochondria Eve. I could be incorrect though." Technically, going by her own time line, this child would probably be the third Eve.. But she had to make sure that was true.

"What year is it where you're originally from?"

“Year… Two thousand”

She replied listening to what the older ‘Eve’ had to say, troubled about the implications of there being different times.

Her mind visited her own recent past vaguely, recalling like a second hand account of an experience the first day she’d met Aya at the hospital.

Her mitochondria had given her no real thread of a past to allow Eve to realize she had become host for another essence; which explained, in its own, bizarre way, why she couldn't, wouldn't own up to being what she was.

"Just three years after.. Than my assumption should be correct." Eve seemed shocked. Had her world changed that much? Why was there a third Eve? Had someone else tried to carry out her plan? Oh, if only the younger one could remember.

She never thought she'd be suggesting this.. "If it makes you feel more comfortable, you may address me as Melissa."

“Melissa.”

The smile curling up Eve’s lips was a polite one, one she didn’t truly often use with company. She wasn't quite sure why she was using it really, but she was sure it conveyed some kind of relief.

“Three years after what Melissa.” she asked, inwardly semi-admonishing herself for the quick reaction to her inherent curiosity.

It sounded odd to be addressed by that name. But atleast little Eve seemed to be opening up to her at last.

"After my.. passing."

“Passing?”

Eve's smile remained, but seemed from her benevolently perplexed blue eyes, it was tainted with something a little more confused, as if the word spoken did not have a very clear meaning.

The elder Eve wondered if it was best to avoid mentioned death around such a young and innocent mind. But.. she had to learn eventually.

"My death."

“Death?”

Eve didn’t attempt to hide the surprise on her face. She was expecting Melissa to tell her about a test, a trying event, something… but this... Death was final, you couldn’t die and just come back – could you?

“But… I’m talking to you. You can’t be dead.” Eve stated, rubbing her hands compulsively along her pants trying to clean them off: a not very good distraction at best.

"But I am. This City.. it is not like our world. The dead continue to live, but without a heartbeat."

Atleast little Eve knew about death, but explaining how the City worked was going to be difficult. The brunette looked up at the sky. It was getting late. It was odd, feeling this dedicated to her decision, especially about someone who was a clone of her 'enemy'.. but Eve would wait all night if she had to if it meant gaining the girl's trust.

Following the woman’s gaze into the darkening sky younger Eve began to sift through memories of Aya’s planet book, unable to recall any of the planets having life on them. Maybe this was an undiscovered planet which had many people living on it.

“What’s it called.” she asked. “Why can dead people live again?”

"This place is simply called the City. It is a world between worlds." The woman returned her gaze to little Eve, "No one is sure why the City works this way. We just have to accept it."

“The cit-ee.”

Eve sounded out, eyes still focused on the sky as if the word was written way up in the clouds.

This was... Somehow familiar, yet all to different to be anywhere she knew of. A flash of memory danced across her awareness, muddled by mitochondrial sentience, telling her that dark was not a good place to be.

“Are there… monsters here?”

"Depends on your definition of monsters, my dear. Mitochondria creatures? No. However, there are vampires, death Gods, demons, and other creatures you could only dream of."

Mentally crossing her fingers that she wouldn’t need to meet any such thing – especially a ‘mitochondrial creature’ something that in the youngsters mind created a fresh sensation of fear, younger Eve crossed her arms protectively over her chest.

“I don’t think I like this place.” She sulked looking into Melissa’s green eyes, despondently looking for some kind of answer, to a question she had yet to figure out. How would she protect herself.

Finally. It was time to try again.

Eve knelt down and held out her hand once more, "Understandable. It can be quite frightening here. But I will make sure no one hurts you, Eve. And I will protect you until you are reunited with Aya."

Looking at the hand offered, mitochondria visibly working to find an answer to suit Eve wiped her hands on her jeans again, trying to push the fine layer of dirt from them. Feeling the knot of tension that moment ago held her mind dissolve, leaving a pleasant feeling of lightness. Mitochondria had decided, it was better to live with and monitor another being like herself, than survive alone.

Curling her hand around the older Eve’s own wearily, her younger counterpart was surprised to find how warm it was; warmer than what hands should have felt like, but bearable.

“Promise” she asked naively, after all, Aya had said: everyone has to keep their promises.

The elder Eve smiled, gently holding the girl's hand as she stood up, the flames in her eyes swaying slowly. Promises weren't really important to her, as they were just words, a reassurance of the mind, but if it made the little one feel better..

"I promise."

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