There were two of them, in matching floral, floor-length dresses that flowed freely in the early fall breeze. Auburn brown hair hung in wavy tresses that seemed to do a dance, paired with twinkling green eyes that laughed without speaking. The sunset, behind them, taunted the pair of women, saying that he, like them, was beautiful and had a tale to tell. Two pairs of hands were folded together. Two sets of ruby-red lips lay there, patiently waiting. Cross necklaces hung on their chests.
Except on the left woman's dress, Cara noticed, there was a difference in the assortment of flowering, where the roses had uncut thorns that dripped printed blood.
A faint chill flew from the breeze onto Cara's skin. The grass, wild and uncut, suddenly began to itch her sandaled feet. After staring at the women for so long, however, Cara let out a small sigh. "What trick are you playing this time?"
The Odessas' facial expression began to twist, lips dipping down into a concerned frown. "I don't quite understand."
They sounded like a single entity - Even the wind rippled their bohemian dresses in the exact same way. There was a slight tinging noise of metal against metal, however.
The sun's rays twinkled malevolently. Cara rose a finger before dropping it. Her jeans, as if gaining a dead weight, started to weigh her down, trapping her, keeping them distant from each other. Invisible roots began to intertwine themselves through Cara's sandals, and she continued to stand still. She distributed the weight in her stance and didn't bother to move.
"Why, dear Cara, do you not madden?" asked the Odessas. Their discomfort had turned into visible annoyance while they too, stood completely still. Cara's eye twitched as the dead weights begin to settle around her. She began to take note of the pit forming, a sickening dread in her stomach. The Odessa Cara knew never spoke in formality. The Odessa Cara knew was plainer, soft-spoken. The Odessa Cara knew never dressed in such revealing clothing in fear of drawing attention for herself, in fear of her own mind jeering at her. Yet the Odessa with the bloodied roses had upturned all of this, being more content than the latter had ever been. This new Odessa seemed complacent, confident, charismatic.
Minutes had drifted by silently; as Cara looked longer and longer, there were, in fact, differences. The other Odessa looked at Cara with an expectant fear, waiting for a second gratification in the moment, for the night to carry on. As if the night itself moved.
The Odessa with the bloodied roses finally smiled, for Cara had broken free from the invisible roots that ensnared her, walked forward, and snatched other one's hair. It gave instantly, flying like little wisps into the scarlet sunset. The other Odessa laid on the ground. Cara held her breath - And everything else vanished.
"I know you're just a clone." Cara, too, finally grinned. "I just don't want my beloved to survive."