(Hey guys, can you believe I'm actually uploading lol show of hands on who thought I would.... yeah me neither lol just kidding... Anyways...I wanted to dedicate this upload to sayruq because this person is so loyal to this story and sent me a message which I was actually having a crappy day and it totally lifted my spirits and made me want to write lol also sayruq to add to your discussion I say cut it off (inside joke) lol... so I hope sayruq and you guys enjoy this...)

My vision remained blurred by enraged tears as pink walls seemed to tremble chaotically around us, the white porcelain sink split in two as the earth opened up quaking the very foundation we stood on.

"Anna," I heard Andrea cry as she tried to hold onto anything in reach that would stop her from crumbling helplessly to the shuddering ground and yet her voice remained a silent buzz in the back of my mind as fury consumed my very being and what was once a copious abundance of colors now seemed tarnished, everything lined in blood as I felt the remnants of shadows lurking beneath the surface of my skin conquering what was once white in my eyes, the hazel quickly smothered until all remaining became stained with red, the tears that lined my face now the appearance of blood dripping from my chin.

Soon the image of the younger Andrea crying excruciatingly before me was torn from my sight like puzzle pieces snatched apart dissolving before my very eyes in anticipation of complete darkness transcending my vision only to evaporate like smoke in the wind as the forest came back into view and once again we found ourselves standing back in the peaceful solitude of the balcony. And yet there was no harmony to be found.

There was no beauty in the tranquil exquisiteness of nature surrounding us, an absence of serenity in the bird's gentle songs they sung from the tree branches above, a sudden blindness to the magnificence of the dark blends of azures as it combined with pinks and oranges and whites as the sun dipped further from the sky intent on its reunion with the earth's crust. Everything now appeared grey, dark, colorless as secrets unearthed from shadows and what was once believed to be innocent now remained polluted with unnecessary cruelty.

Urgent arms grasped my shoulders, Andrea's panicked face taking over my view, "Anna, you have to end this now before it's too late! I need you," she begged, "You are all I have left, and after all I have done for you I am asking you to stop! I can not lose you too!"

Her words were like water thrown on fire, my eyes closed extinguishing the inner blaze instantly and when my lids reopened I could see the relief in Andrea's gaze at seeing my normal hazel orbs. "Do you think she knew?"

My sister sighed, her hands running tiredly through her blonde hair before her brain registered that I had spoken, "Do I think who knew?"

"Mom."

"Anna, no," Andrea quickly answered and yet now as her gaze stared off into the distance she appeared unsure. "She couldn't have."

"Drea, I've been in her memories. The perfume bottle... the one she gave you. The scent, she had it made for you. It was on his clothes when he went back to their room-."

"Anna, stop it! She didn't know," Andrea insisted, her eyes furious as they gazed back at me.

"But she had to have smel-."

"No! Mom is a lot of things but she wouldn't-, she couldn't have..." she began only to trail off, sadness lingering in her stare. As if in a disorientated daze she couldn't escape Andrea turned from me, her body became stationary staring out at everything and yet seeing nothing. And then suddenly she spoke and yet her tone was so oddly detached, "Anna, I need you to do me a favor?"

Her unexpected request seemed unusual especially her sudden lack of emotion. It was like a switch had abruptly been cut off inside her, and it frightened me wishing I had never thoughtlessly asked the question in the first place, and yet after everything that had just been revealed to me how could I ever deny any of her wishes.

"Anything."

Her gaze moved towards me slowly, fear suddenly erupting at the base of my spine before a malicious grin stole over my sister's pretty face, "Let me in."

"Drea, what are you talking-," I began only the words never completely left my mouth before Andrea ran full speed towards me and before I could think to move I felt my body freeze and what was once my sister's solid flesh and bone turned phantom. I could literally see through her form, her skin transformed into complete transparency before her hand literally reached into me, disappearing into my skin entirely and yet inside I could feel her entering my body. "Drea?"

"I'm sorry Anna," she whispered right before her soul fully slithered beneath my skin completely shoving me out of control of my own body.

I instantly felt paralyzed, the sheer lack of control over my own limbs frightened me and yet my thoughts remained my own. "Andrea, what have you done?"

"I have to know Anna. I have to know if it's true," she whispered with my lips, with my voice as she moved to survey the party.

"You have to stop this Drea. You don't know what its like to be me. You can't control it," I pleaded with her desperately while inwardly searching frantically for a way to take over again.

"It's useless Marie. You can't control your powers. You are completely in the dark as to what you are capable of, but trust me I am not," she whispered as she weaved her way through the growing crowds, her sights on my mother sitting off to the side.

Panic like a welcoming companion besieged my already hysterical mind, slowly seeping further into my overwhelming emotions knowing instantly that there could be no happy ending to this equation. "Please, you have to listen to me. Don't you feel that, that need to lash out? You have to feel that growing desire to cause pain? You're not used to it," I cried urgently, "She will take over."

"Who exactly is she?" Andrea whispered; clearly ignoring the desperation in my voice, her feet never stopping her path towards our mother.

"The other part of ... me," I whispered.

Andrea was blind to my words, blind to the danger, sightless to the sudden dark clouds filling the sky. The way the wind had picked up swiftly, whipping through my curls causing napkins to swirl in its sudden gust. All Andrea focused on was her overpowering need to hear the truth, and as she finally reached the table quickly taking a seat facing our still distracted mother I realized nothing would stop her.

"Hello, Mother."

Carmen whipped her head suddenly towards my voice, shocked to see her daughter across from her. "What do you think you are doing?" she asked with rage in her gaze and a forced smile upon her lips.

"Why, mother you look unhappy to see me?" Andrea mocked.

"I am not doing this here," she hissed rising quickly to her feet and yet always her eyes remained on the crowd.

Andrea's unyielding grip on her hand caused her to freeze, "Oh, you will do this now or I'll cause such a scene the only election your husband will be running for is cell mate of the fucking year!"

I could feel the beginnings of darkness tainting the inner light and I inwardly cringed as I felt its need to consume everything good in its path began to grow.

Our mother retook her seat, "Okay, we'll play your little game for now, Anna. What is it you have to say? I thought you had voiced all your complaints earlier. I slept my way to my current lifestyle, I was a horrible mother, and I deserve everything awful that has happened in my life. What possibly could you have left to say?"

Andrea leaned menacingly closer, her eyes flashing her true constrained fury, "I only want you to answer me one thing. Did you know?"

Irritation consumed our mother's golden gaze, "did I know what, Anna?"

"Did you know," Andrea's voice broke as she held back a sob, "did you know that in addition to being a fucking prick that your dear husband was visiting my bedroom at night?"

Those eyes identical to mine held so much outraged shock I almost believed of my mother's innocence... Almost. Lurking behind her outraged gasp, the sudden agape mouth, the elegant way she rose to her full height as if being anywhere near this conversation tainted everything she believed in... and yet beneath the surface I saw a flash. The tiniest trickle of guilt.

"How dare you say such vile disgusting things about your step father, Anna? A man who has been nothing but kind to you. A man who took in children that wasn't his own and raised them to the best of his ability," she raged, tears trickling from the rim of her eyes.

God, she deserved an Oscar!

"She's lying," I whispered inside, silently crying for Andrea as well as myself.

"Why, how could you just stand by and let him do that to me?" Andrea screamed.

"He never touched you, Anna. I made sure of it," she insisted, tears flooding her gaze.

"No, he didn't touch Anna, but not because of anything you did! I protected Anna! While you were out dripping in diamonds and lying about everything you are I was shielding her! I was the distraction that kept him from her bed!" Andrea shrieked while remaining oblivious to the way the wind thrashed furiously through the courtyard ruthlessly knocking over some of the tables surrounding us, distant screams adding to the growing chaos.

"Are you suffering from multiple personalities now too?" Our mother joked trying to laugh off her growing unease. "I will have to speak to the doctors here about your meds if you keep referring to yourself as if you are someone else," She moved quickly from the table trying to put distance between us and yet the wind made her movements slow, her once flawless hair unraveled, her waves blinding her ascent to the other guest who had already began their movements towards the safety of the building.

"You will not turn your back on me this time, Mother!" Andrea fumed, her voice deepening with power I knew was too much for her. The darkness was taking over.

Our mom must have heard it too for she quickly turned back towards her, her hand holding back her waves, her dress blowing viciously against her legs. "What has gotten into you, Anna?"

"No it's more like, who," Andrea mocked laughing at her own sick joke.

"Okay, Andrea you got your answers, now let me take over," I pleaded while knowing deep down it was already too late; darkness was too embedded inside Andrea. It now controlled her every thought, her every action. My every action.

"No, Anna. She deserves to pay for all she has done to us."

"What is going on? Anna, who are you talking to?" my mother asked, actual concern filling her confused expression.

"How funny is it that now you play the concerned parent," Andrea taunted, "Where was that concern when Rick was leaving your room to slid in-between my sheets!"

My mother's head shook frantically, "No, he wouldn't do that."

"So, he can beat you and still remain your fucking savior but it's impossible that he laid a finger on me!"

"Anna, why are you doing this?" she begged, her eyes pleading for me to stop.

"That's just it, I'm not Anna!" Andrea screamed, tears now pouring down her cheeks. "I always knew you hated daddy I just never knew you hated me and Anna too!"

Carmen's hazel eyes widened as the words finally sunk into her mind, horror drowning her guilt, "that's cruel, Anna! How can you pretend to be your dead sister just to get back at me? Where is your heart, where is your compassion?"

"Compassion, Compassion Mother! You don't even know the meaning of that word! There is no heart beating inside that cold empty shell of a body of yours! You sold that to the devil a long time ago," Andrea viciously spat back at her, her eyes blind to the pain her words caused. "Are you so blind by greed and ambition that you can't even see what's in front of you?"

"And what exactly is that?" my mother whispered, her voice almost too hoarse to speak.

"It's me Momma, Andrea," Andrea whispered as she moved closer, "or should I call myself your husband's forced mistress!"

"Anna, how dare yo-," my mother began before her eyes met Andrea's finally seeing the cerulean blue struggling to supersede hazel, the root of a few curls began to sag as if from a sudden weight as each strand grew lighter until what was raven transformed into a mix of golden tresses floating around my heart shaped face as Andrea's features became more pronounced and mine faded.

My mother's trembling hand rose to cover her mouth, her breaths coming in panicked processions, the wind all but forgotten when compared to what lied in front of her until horrified dismay filled her pupils and her voice belted out a startling screech. She turned away running at full speed from where Andrea stood, her eyes still transfixed on her daughter, stumbling and tripping as the wind forced her to exert more effort for each foot step.

I could feel the power surging towards my finger tips, "it would be so easy to end her," Andrea whispered her hand already beginning to rise as she watched our mother continue to panic and yet in her haste to flee the wind did nothing to help her escape. "She's pathetic."

"No, she is weak. She always has been but you have always been stronger," I reasoned hoping I could appeal to the Drea I always loved before she did something we would both regret.

"You are not Doctor Phil so save the psychological bullshit, Anna. She did nothing to protect us so then why should I spare her now?" She asked cupping her hand, in the center of her palm lied a tiny spark that fed on her anger until quickly it grew into a contained ball of fire. "No one could really blame me for wanting her to suffer."

"No, but they will blame me. You claim to always protect me, but you have to remember your inside my body and whatever you do Drea I will suffer for it," I pleaded not really caring about what would happen to me, but knowing deep inside that once the demon stopped whispering into Andrea's subconscious Andrea and Andrea alone with have to live with the fact that she killed our mother.

"You don't understand, Anna. I need her to hurt as badly as I do," she cried, "I need her to ache inside, to feel that missing part of you being ripped from your soul."

"Killing her won't do that Drea, living with him and finally fully knowing the truth will. The need to cause pain will lessen if you release the power to me."

"I can't, I have to kill. The need is eating away at me," she pleaded.

"No, that's just the darkness feeding off your pain, your sadness, your anger. You have to let go before it completely consumes us both," I begged.

"I'm sorry, Anna," she whispered just as her hand rose hurtling the fire directly towards our mother.

Carmen like a deer caught in headlights froze, the wind doing nothing to detour the demonic sphere from its path, if anything it seemed to surge that much faster towards its intended target. Her eyes widened as it grew closer, a tear trickled down her cheek, her waves blowing in the wind as I watched helplessly as it proceeded to advance.

Drawing in on the surging power inside me both white light and dark combined I physically pushed Andrea from my body watching her shocked figure as she stumbled from within me falling on bended knee before my feet, and just as the fire would have set my mother's form ablaze I fixated all the energy from inside, eyes squeezed shut, and with a voice so unlike my own I screamed, "Stop!"

The first thing I detected was the abrupt lack of wind. Not just the current of air dying down to a gentle breeze, but nothing at all. My curls with the swift absence of the ferocious gust fell limp down my back as my eyes pierced open. The sight did nothing to ease my astonishment. I gazed on in amazement at the complete stillness of everything. There was not a sound to be heard, not one noise to interrupt the silence. There was a complete cease of movement because no one before me could seem to budge at all. Several guest stood frozen in mid-run towards the building, their legs still suspended in the air, a look of panic frozen on their features. Tables were still turned over, their table cloths literally floating immobile before me while a spilled glass remained tilted in mid-fall its liquid still dripping from its rim and yet its droplets remained stationary unable to hit the ground.

The sky sustained its splendor as if an angel from heaven had hit pause on the beauty of the sun's setting, its vast space lingering with a mixture of colors and yet now the clouds no longer moved, the birds that flew from above remained at a halt while in flight, their silken wings extended, their beaks open and yet their voices soundless. I took steps towards the panicked crowd listening to the crunch of my feet as blades of grass literally broke under my weight like glass shattering while my eyes seemed transfixed on my mother's face. A face that remained inactive ensnared in the definition of terror, facing what she could have only perceived as her imminent death. The ball of flames waited only inches from her cheek, and I could plainly see the tiny trickles of sweat that had began to drip down the side of her face blending into her halted tears.

My hand moved to caress the rounded blend of orange and red fury silently petrified that its surface would singe my fingertips and yet once again I found myself to be stupefied at finding not a warm touch but an oddly tepid temperature. With a tug I removed it from its fixed position like an apple plucked from a tree. Crushing it within my palm feeling its flame transform into liquid, its sudden scorching stroke broke easily into my skin coursing along my veins burning every microscopic cell it touched like an internal hellish piece of myself finally returning to its creator while all that remained of its confirmation of existence was a small wisp of smoke.

"Deficit omne quod nasciture, but can I also say bravo. I for one did not think you'd make it in time," a baritone voice spoke into the silence. I froze while inwardly knowing exactly how powerful someone had to be in order to resist my compulsion.

Everything that is born passes away.

"I believe that sentiment only applies to a natural cause of death," I replied, my body turning towards that voice inwardly terrified at what I might find. My eyes widened at the smirk on the man's full lips, the angry yellow aurora surrounding his form, the arrogance falling off him in waves as he causally sauntered his way closer dressed in his designer suit, not one ruffled brown hair on his head was out of place and not a single stitch of compassion in his cruel grey gaze. "Andrew?"

He laughed at my shock, his appearance growing more sinister with every step while shadows crawled over his skin like roaches swarmed over fallen food, "Your lack of knowledge of all things that surround you would be laughable if it wasn't so predictably pathetic."

"I don't understand," I mumbled, my instinct to retreat causing me to back away. "Your Rick's assistant. You've known our family for years. How is this possible?"

"I see Katrina has done nothing to prepare you," he mocked, his foot steps following my own, "but then that is to be expected considering the protector they sent to guide you," he whispered his now red gaze glued to Andrea's frozen form, "So... delicious," he muttered, his tongue licking his bottom lip, "and yet so useless, unpredictable, utterly expendable." His hand rose, his eyes still transfixed on my sister, the skin of his arm actually rippling as power surged from his elbow towards his finger tips until bursting from his skin was a swarm of black locus destroying everything in its path. Whatever the horde touched withered and died leaving only death and decay. I watched frightened as blades of grass slowly loss its color as if someone chocked the life; the essence from its core leaving only ashes and charred brown dirt in its wake.

"Stop this," I screamed watching as it consumed the beautiful forestry, its squirrels, the birds leaving behind only blood, bones, and scorched branches where huge willows once stood while knowing instantly where this path would lead and gazing helplessly as it continued towards Andrea.

"Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?" he taunted in a song like voice in answer to my screams.

Who will watch the watchers themselves?

He was playing with me.

"When you think about it Anna, I'm really helping you. Andrea was hopeless as a protector. Your unprepared, uninformed, and completely unarmed to face what they want you to face," he whispered into my ear. "Your display of power is a pallor trick when compared to what I can do, and the funny thing is you have the power to stop me and yet you remain clueless on how to tap into it. A few more seconds and you'll be sisterless too," he taunted laughing at his own cruelty as if watching a show commence.

"Anna, let me take over. I can stop this instantly," my darker self internally raged. "You have to let me out."

"No, I will find a way to-," I began only to stop as the horde moved closer to where Andrea stood.

"We are two halves of a whole. I was meant to exist. The sooner you understand that, is the sooner you will learn to control it all! Now let me free!"

The green trail quickly transformed into ebony, gripped by death's kiss and as it crept upon the blades my sister rested on I instantly released my fear, my doubt, my uncertainty, ... and most importantly

... myself.

The horde instantaneously solidified, immobilized in its current need to devour everything as white ice took hold of darkness encasing them like caging a beast until with a slight blink of an eye it shattered leaving behind only black ash but most importantly Andrea completely unharmed.

I turned back to face my imminent threat seeing the amusement slowly die from his expression as he took in the scarlet lining that surrounded my pupils, the white light that encircled my body, and yet the shadows that displaced the white of my eyes.

"I have heard of your abilities, but never did I truly believe that a piece of us rested inside you. Had I not seen it for my own eyes I would still believe it to be untrue," He whispered in astonishment, suddenly blind to my anger, blind to my growing need to end him. "You have no idea how rare you are Anna, or exactly how foolish. You do realize that you're fighting for a losing team?"

My arm rested behind my back feeling the growing circle of fire resting in my palm, "As long as it's the team that gets to finish you!"

His eyes slanted in vehemence just as my hand rose hurtling the ball of flames directly at his face. I quickly sprinted towards the forest ignoring the smell of burning flesh knowing once his screams of agony as what was left of the right side of his face stopped melting that he would pursue me unsympathetically while unwittingly doing exactly what I desired. Keeping his psychotic self away from my family and the other party guests.

"You will pay for what you have done!"

I could hear his footsteps pounding after me and although my heart felt as if it would burst form my chest I continued moving at a speed I never knew capable. My hand rested on a passing tree just as a rounded ball of flames obliterated the trunk I had clasped. Glancing over my shoulder, my curls swinging out around me I quickly realized exactly how close he was. He was driven by anger, his face an enraged expression of hatred, shadows pulsated throughout his body while the right side of his face appeared forever scared, reddened, charred. Some of its skin had fully detached exposing muscle and sheer bone while blood lined a scarlet path back towards the opening of the forest.

I hastily ducked to evade another hail of fire aimed directly for my head, the flames so close that sweat coursed down my face as it rapidly set ablaze another defenseless redwood, the inferno raged unrelentingly while quickly spreading to others as I continued my escape. He was rapidly becoming quicker than me fueled by vengeance and I knew running would soon become hopeless. I had to come up with a plan and I needed to do it swiftly considering he was now able to throw more than one at a time. Pretty soon the fire would spread completely and evasion would be impossible.

"You have no chance at escaping. You should stop running like a coward and face your death honorably."

With a sudden burst of energy that I knew was close to my last I sped further away from him quickly scaling the trunk of the hugest tree I could find, my body crawling along the bark with the skill and aptitude of a squirrel while not even needing the branches to hold onto, and once near the top I turned back towards him.

"What do you know of honor?" I criticized.

"I know that it will be an honor to be the one to watch you draw your last breath," he yelled his palms rising hastily as two blazing spheres came flying towards the tree I rested in.

Key word, rested.

With renewed strength I watched as the fire consumed the base of the trunk gazing silently as he laughed in triumph before I swung my body out in freefall jumping gracefully from the branch, arms extended to grab hold of a nearby limb before both inwardly and outwardly centering myself as a gust of wind propelled from the palms of my hands towards his infuriated form. His body was swept away, his curses lost in the incensed current of air as he smashed into passing branches, twigs tearing into his skin until brutally his body slammed into the center of a distant tree. The sound of bones shattering as he crashed against the wood would have engrossed all my attention had it not been for the huge wooden limb impaling his stomach; with his head slumped blood pouring not only from his lips but also from the gaping wound, pieces of his insides lied uselessly beside him. I climbed down with cautious movements and yet walking indifferently towards his lifeless body knowing without a doubt in my mind he was not going to awaken, and just as I crept closer he gasped, his body shuddering as a puff of black smoke rose from within him. It was then that the memory of being in Dr. Whitley's office slammed back into my brain just as this sliver of ebony slithered up into the stilled sky then quickly vaulted back towards the party.

Shit, this wasn't over.

With the fire still raging behind me I dashed towards the guests ignoring the scent of burning skin as Andrew's body was engulfed by fervent flames.

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Alright guys, I'm going to stop there because I'm sleepy and I still want to go to the gym lol plus it's cool that you guys don't know what's going to happen, but I hope you liked it! My favorite part is describing everything being frozen but then again I can see it in my head lol hope you can too. If you have a favorite part in this upload or in any other chapter feel free to share it lol. I know I hinted that there would be an electrifying part a while ago I just haven't got to it yet considering I'm forever adding scenes that were not planned, but its fun chasing Anna while throwing balls of fire lol completely unintended though.

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