Evelyn Earth Part 20

I could feel his presence crackling in the air around me. There was so much of him that for a moment I almost faltered. He had sent out his energy all over the bridge and I traced its intentions with my own. I was like an animal circling a larger predator trying to gauge its strength, its next move. I cautiously let my darkness brush up against the tendrils that were creeping up the underbelly of the bridge and the force of the contact hit me like a sledge hammer.

I was prepared for the huge surge of power this time—it was an echo of what happened to me on the roof of my building. I was like a copper conductor I let it wash over me and sink deep into the earth, bringing it up again, slowly, to supplement my own darkness.

We were connected now. It was an uncanny feeling of shared physical strength and a partial mental merging. I knew instantly that he was destroying the bridge for the same purpose that I had destroyed my building. I also knew that he had come here to find me.

My eyes locked onto movement on the bridge and I could see him as he moved to the edge of the railing. The barrier crumbled under his touch and he jumped up onto the edge of the bridge with the agility of a cat. His silhouette was framed by the setting sun and even though he stood in the shadow of the huge orb I could see him as if he were bathed in the clearest light.

Evelyn Earth Part 19

A smile crept over my face. That would be the ideal scenario; a new Earth, wiped clean of all mankind’s cruel inventions. We stood there for a few more minutes, each of us contemplating what Marla had just said. It was a solemn moment in which we all reflected on the changes that had occurred in our lives in the past three months.

“I wonder if we missed something” Toya said, breaking the silence, “By staying here I mean. What if we were supposed to move on to something else?” She turned to the rest of us and I could see the worry etched into her face.

“I think we’ve all thought about that” Old Mal added, “the thing is people are afraid of change, even if it is a change in location.” Marla nodded in agreement. They had all lived around Docklands before the darkness struck, just like me. The rest of the group had trickled in from surrounding suburbs. It was Tod who spoke up next.

“You can think like that only because you haven’t been out there” he pointed towards the south, “We travelled up and down the coast before we settled here and I can tell you now like I’ve told you before, there’s nothing better than here. No military camps, nobody to tell you how to behave, just a bunch of savages on looting sprees.”

Things that inspire...

Usually I am a rag tag mess of influences gaining snippets of mental illumination from graphic novels, street art, anime shows and all sorts of wonderful rubbish. This time around though I have finally been able to pin point my mind’s thought processes in terms of tracing specific influences. You could call them inspirations as they imbue me with a sense of sophistication and timeliness that allow me to create, to write and to live in the moment. 

The first and foremost influence that has had me spending all my extra cash on magazines is Paris Fashion Week. It started filtering into my daily life through Instagram images of high-end fashionistas such as Anna Dello Russo and Carine Roitfeld hurrying to the Espace Eiffel to catch the latest A/W ’13 shows by Isabel Marant and Giambattista Valli.

Carine Roitfeld at Paris Fashion Week Fall 

 Suddenly everywhere I looked I saw Cara Delevingne under headings like The New Kate Moss and All Runways Lead to Cara. That plus the release of Harper’s Bazaar 15^th Annual issue was enough saturation to get me sucked back into the world of fashion.

Cara Delevingne at PFW/F 

For the past month I have been devouring the March and April issues of HB and Vogue re-memorising names of designers that I had thought were lost to the deep recesses of my memory, as well as adding new talent to my list. Why had I let my HB subscription run out without renewing it? Where had my thirst for knowing this season’s trends gone? I’m talking about the girl who once completed a clothing production course in her final years of high school, even designing her own graduation dress. But that’s right, that girl was accepted into The University of Melbourne and had become fully immersed in the literary University life.

Evelyn Earth Part 18

I couldn’t fully enjoy the feeling of sheer power, sheer control over someone else’s life because frankly I was tired.  My energy levels were completely depleted and even walking was becoming a struggle. That small burst of anger had powered me enough to get free of Owen, but without him carrying me I wasn’t sure how far I would get.

Thankfully I could hear voices in the distance. I followed the sounds until I reached the edge of the pier. Everyone from Owen’s shabby group was lined up along its length staring out at the Yarra River and gesticulating madly.

“It can’t be!” Marla’s assertive voice rang over everyone else’s.

“Why not?” Old Mal stubbornly insisted.

“Because it’s not natural!”

“Come on you can’t seriously be debating what’s natural and what’s not, we had black clouds obliterate whole houses for fucks sake” Tod chimed in.

“How do we know this just isn’t another one of those black hole things?”

“I still think it’s breaking down” Old Mal grumbled.

“Shut it old man” Marla turned on him, “from an engineer’s point of view bridges don’t just start to sag for no reason.”

Evelyn Earth Part 17

“What does that have to do with anything anyways?” he asked. I could tell he was trying to be patient with me. His voice took on that wary edge, that intonation that psychiatrists used with dangerous patients that might lash out them for no apparent reason. I certainly felt like lashing out. For the past week I had thought that my abilities were progressing, that by touching man-made objects I could initiate minute destruction, but the whole time I was just playing games. My real power lay on the main land, where the earth could invigorate me.

I clutched my head in frustration. How did I not realise that I was capable of destroying whole blocks of buildings? Was it something I could do at will or was it a reaction to the man on the boat? I was sick of everything being so vague and unknown!

“Evie, come one, get up let’s get moving. You wanted to go home right? Its’ not that far, let’s just keep walking.” He was coaxing me like a fucking puppy dog. I growled in response and he jerked his head back. “Hey!” He sounded surprised and frankly so was I. Surprised at the fact that I hadn’t seen any animals for the past three months. Granted we were in Docklands, but I remembered seeing plenty of rabbits running around the area before the war came about.

Evelyn Earth Part 16

“Well as long as you feel okay?” he put me at arms-length and looked me over. His eyes widened and I followed his gaze. All up and down my arms traces of darkness flecked my veins. The tips of my fingers were the worst—pitch black, as if nail polish had been applied by a child and spilled out over the edges inching its way up my fingers.

                “Evie…” Owen stammered, “Did you touch the black hole again? This wasn’t one of your, you know, suicide attempts?” I couldn’t help but laugh, I laughed right in his face whilst he sat there looking confused and slightly hurt.

                “Don’t be stupid Owen, look around, why would touching the darkness cause death?”

                “Are you kidding” his voice raised an octave, he dropped my hands and I could tell he was distancing himself from me, “Are we seriously going to have to have this conversation again? You haven’t seen what I’ve seen the way--” 

                “I’ve seen more than you think” I snapped interrupting him, I was sick of his sad speeches it felt like he was trying to scare me into safety with horror stories, “You think you’re the only one whose seen horror! I know what horror is and it’s not THIS!” I point around me.

Evelyn Earth Part 15

It was unlike anything I have ever felt before. Considering my current circumstances though, it wasn’t as unique an observation as it would have been say, 6 months ago.

I was dreaming at first. The coldness of the concrete was filtering into my body through my pores, my muscles and my blood. Within me though there was nothing but fire. Hot and smouldering, close, so close.

We were standing on the street. I recognised the pattern of fallen rubble, the way the sun set in the background—its rays spilling out over the water. I shielded my eyes and tried to make out the other person. They were just out of reach, just out of sight. I took a step forward, but in dream time I walked hundreds of metres. Each step brought me closer to them, but they stayed stubbornly out of my range.

My eyes are open. I know this because the sun is rising behind me, over the city. I sit up and my back aches from the constant pressure of the concrete. How did I even fall asleep like this? The remnants of my dream linger within me and I try and pinpoint the exact feeling of it. The closest I can come to making sense of it is that it’s a mixture of anticipation and fear. As if I’m a little girl waking up on Christmas morning, unsure about whether or not there would be any presents because I’ve been bad, very bad.

Evelyn Earth Part 14

Getting time away from Owen was easier said than done. I could tell just by looking at him that he was earning for affection. It rolled off him in waves, break after break of need that was slowly but surely pulling me under.

                We spent the following week by each other’s sides. In that short time we had effectively moved in together. My mattress and other various belongings were transported to his shipyard bunker after many protestations from me. The docks were not meant for continuous habitation. Now in the heat of summer they seemed like the ideal place to hole up, but three months had already passed since the first phase of the war or the destruction of the ‘black holes’ as Owen liked to call it. Holing up wasn’t going to be an option for much longer. We needed a stable living situation, one with fresh water surrounding us, rather than poisonous salt water. I personally needed to break free of the ties that were linking me to this place.

                Everything around me was concrete and metal and hard. I could feel the coldness of these things surrounding me, sapping my energy and draining me of any happiness that Owen could muster. Not even Fins could get a laugh out of me anymore and I think Owen was beginning to catch on. After a few more days of monotonous living I told him that I needed some time alone in my apartment. He nodded at me, not saying a word. I knew that I was somehow hurting his feelings, but the initial connection that I had felt with him was gradually fading, I just didn’t care anymore.

Evelyn Earth Part 13

A pang of pain flashed through my head. Grimacing I massaged my temples. It felt like I was an overstuffed hard-drive about to crash. Slowly I began the trek back to my building, to my concrete cell. With every step more information flowed into me. The first days of the beginning of the war—the fact that we were in the middle of a war, Maya and the little boy…crashing structures, life energy.

The pain in my head worsened. I tried to calm myself down, I had almost reached the front entrance, there were only a few more steps left and I would be inside. Somehow I knew that being in an enclosed space wouldn’t make me feel any better, but I pushed on.

I knew that Owen would be back from his raid soon and I needed him. A strong flash of realisation washed over me. Owen was like my cosmic buffer. He lessened the intensity of the Earth’s power allowing for a sense of normality. Being around him would be disastrous during a…a something? The thought trailed off. Everything was so confusing. Moments of clarity just led to fogginess.              

Evelyn Earth Part 12

It wasn’t a head first dive, but a rather graceful twist. My body turned mid-air until my back was facing the ground and my eyes were grazing the clouds. I spread my arms out and savoured the sensation of moving air currents slipping in between my fingers. My mind was a pure blank slate, suspended in a state of default just waiting to be filled with new impulses.

The first of these impulses came in the form of realisation, the realisation that I wasn’t falling. The second impulse was that the darkness wasn’t closing in on me. The third was a pleasant sensation. This sensation began deep in the back of my mind, quickly it picked up speed moving from one neuron to another, one atom to the next until my whole body vibrated with an acute pleasantness.

                I stayed suspended like that for what seemed like an eternity, but couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. Every tiny shift in the wind, every ray of sunlight was absorbed into my humming body. I felt an absolute connection with the world. The confusion that had gripped me for the past few days cleared like a bad storm.