He stepped into the cold, dark room. It was cold, empty. There were just the plain stone walls, concrete floors and the wooden chair in the center of the room, bolted to the floor. It all reminded him of what he was aiding in, what he was about to be a part of. The shackles attached to the chair hung loosely and open beneath it. They wouldn't be open much longer.
Down the hallway he could hear her. He could hear the thuds and grunting as she kicked and thrashed around, desperately trying to break free from the iron grip of the guards holding her. He could hear her screams. He could feel her fear and more painfully, her sense of betrayal. His stomach felt heavy, the guilt almost unbearable. He hated himself, but mostly he resented his parents. They had asked him to do this, an awful request to ask of such a young boy. He hadn't wanted to do this but he knew he had to. They knew no one else who was gifted in the way he was, that could even attempt the task at hand. He dreaded what he was about to do and found himself wondering how his ability could possibly be considered a gift when it was about to harm someone he loved. This wasn't just anybody. If it had been just a criminal being dragged in there for reprogramming or execution, he could have dealt with it. But this was a member of his family; his little sister.
Her high pitched screams grew louder as the guards dragged her into the room. He took comfort in the fact that the girl he was seeing in front of him was not really his sister. The girl he saw in front of him was the monster they were trying to rid their family of. If she had truly known what she was capable of, the destruction that she could cause, the darkness that was growing inside of her , she would thank him for what he was about to do.
The frenzied, crazy look on the girl's face, the almost animal way she moved made him accept that this wasn't really his sister and finally accept that he was about to do the right thing. In the corner of the room, he could see his parents. His mother clung onto his father's arm as tear poured down the side of her cheeks. His father's face was empty of emotion, a look he only showed when he was trying to cut himself off, to sever all emotional ties. They were about to lose a child after all.
The guards put the screaming girl in the chair and quickly attached the shackles so she couldn't escape. She growled and hissed at the guards, like an animal. She roared in frustration. But soon her flailing came in shorter bursts and she began to cry.
"Evelyn…" the boy managed to whisper under his breath.
The young girl, barely over the age of eleven, looked up beneath her dark lashes towards her brother. She had changed. Her eyes were sad, teary. "Please, don't let them do this do me, Brother! I'll control it, I promise! Please!"
His chest felt tight. For a single moment, he could see the monster was gone. This was his little sister; this was Evelyn.
"I-I'm so sor-"
"Don't listen to her!" The boy's father said firmly. "It's not really her, it's still the darkness. It's just trying to convince you out of what you need to do."
The boy felt conflicted. He so desperately wanted to believe this was his sister, to avoid having to lose her. In that moment, he could see Evelyn's eyes flicker. The usual sapphire blue of her eyes had change to a dark gold. The darkness was back. Evelyn turned to her parents and hissed before she started thrashing and screaming again. The boy looked back to his father who nodded. It was time to start.
The boy walked towards his sister and knelt in front of her. "If you can hear me, if you're truly in there Evelyn, I want you to know I'm so sorry for what I'm about to do. I will never forget you as you will me. This is for your safety and for the safety of everyone else. I hope one day you can forgive me..."
Evelyn's eyes flickered again and she spit in the boy's face. He ground his teeth together and wiped the saliva from his cheek.
"You're just lucky I can't use my ability right now, Brother." She cackled maniacally, her eye twitching as she gave her brother a look of such hatred, loathing, malice. The boy could see nothing left of his sisters in those dark golden eyes. It was all insanity, hatred, darkness. "You, all of you, would be dead. You just wait! You can't stop the darkness. It'll always be there, waiting to come back and when it does, you'll be sorry you ever did this to me."
The boy headed to the back of the chair as Evelyn cackled maniacally. As he approached, she fought even harder against her bindings but even with the extra power and strength that the darkness was giving her, she couldn't escape what was about to happen. The boy reached around and placed his fingertips on Evelyn's temples. He began concentrating, willing as much of his energy and magic into her.
"No!" She screamed loudly, pain resonating inside of the sound. Immediately her movements began to weaken. She looked up to him, sadness filling her features. He watched as her eyes glazed into a milky grey and her body went limp. It was hard to think that all this evil, and now this lifeless body, was his eleven year old sister.
The boy could feel the magic working its way into her mind. His parents wanted him to remove everything, every memory, every thought, all of the darkness from her mind but he couldn't do it. He couldn't lose her completely. She'd still be out there somewhere if he didn't wipe her. Instead, without his parent's knowledge, he simply worked to hide them. She would never be able to access these thoughts, these memories on her own. They would always hide behind a thick, impenetrable barrier in the furthest corners of her mind. Unless, of course, someone unlocked them but they knew no one else who could.
When he was done, the boy felt significantly weakened. He had used a lot of energy and power to do that to his sister, the emotional damage equal to the physical strain. He began to wobble but soon felt a sturdy hand on his shoulder. It was one of the guards.
"Come on, boy, rest now," the guard said.
He nodded and followed the large man out of the room. As he left he turned around one last time. Evelyn sat limp in the chair, unconscious. Her eyes were still glazed and empty. This was the last time he would see his sister, this is how he'd remember her. Soon his mother would leave with her. Go find somewhere small where she could hide with Evelyn, keep her safe from anyone who might want to try and tap into the darkness and use it for destruction and chaos. She wouldn't remember anything. His mother would have to rebuild her. He hoped he would see Evelyn again one day, and his mother but only time would tell.
As the boy headed away, he wondered whether he did the right thing. He hadn't really removed the darkness or the person Evelyn used to be before magic began to control her. He had just hidden it. He hoped it would never make its way out again. If that darkness emerged and controlled Evelyn again, there would be no hope. The darkness would only leave death and destruction in its path.