alive ??? enoch o'connor?

2 p.m.

"Enoch", Thomas softly knocked on his door after the intense hours of cleaning. It turns out Victor was a clean freak and germaphobe. Which means they cleaned every corner and smudge around the house. "It's open", his voice went through the door.

"Woah", Thomas admired the jars of the shelf each containing a heart. "What do you want", he didn't lift off his eyes from a doll he was working on as she watched him."I just wanted to say hello", Enoch cut her off "Hello now get out". "I wanted to say hello and spend time with you", Thomas shrugged off his rude attitude.

"Well I guess I could need assistance every now and then. Hand me that jar", Enoch said in a split second and pointed to a small jar containing a heart. "Here you go", he put the jar in his hand as he unscrew it and placed it into the doll's chest.

Enoch whispered to it and it stood up. "Turn left", it had turn left. "Turn right" it had turn right. "Jump", it had jump. "Get down", it got down. "Get up" it got up but then collapsed the little heart stop beating.

"That's amazing", Thomas watched. "It's not really. But, this time it lasted longer yesterday I couldn't get one to go past one command", Enoch sighed happily. "Maybe something changed", she looked down at the clay doll again. "Yes maybe", he looked up at her.

"What is your peculiarity", Enoch was interested since the events of "yesterday". "I don't know", she told the truth.

"What do you mean you don't know ", he leaned against his chair and folded his arms. "It's just I can never have just one. It's strange, but this had stayed the longest", Thomas grabbed a scalpel before Enoch could grab it and cut her wrist.

"You idiot", Enoch grabbed her wrist applying pressure to it. "Let go", Thomas pulled her hand away and showed him. "See nothings going to hurt me", she reassure him before wiping the blood away revealing the already healing wound. "Why did you do that", he snagged the scalpel away from him.

"Because you would never believe me and wouldn't let me show you", Thomas went to wash the blood away in his sink. "You have my trust but what do you mean by "just one" and "stayed the longest"?", he became more curious by the second.

"I just- it's like I copy a person's peculiarity but it a twisted sick way. All I know it happens with certain people. Last time a girl got hurt, but that's her own fault karma came back for her", she didn't let the past get her down. "I don't think it is twisted the way you copy mine. You bring things back alive", Enoch didn't bring her eyes off her.

"But, for how long. Like that flower it just turned to dust", she started to space off. "Well let's practice 'it' shall we", Enoch smirked at her. "I don't know how to control it. I could hurt you or everyone here", Thomas started shaking her head.

"Look at me you won't hurt anyone. Plus I wouldn't be here if I didn't practice my pecuilarity when I was younger", he remember the days at his parent's death parlor and all the corpses. "Okay", she fell in to his idea.

Enoch pulled out the flower from his breast pocket that was already withering away. "Let's start small. Do what you did yesterday", he put the flower in her hand. She slowly closed her palm and opened it with a fresh flower in it's place.

"Now just focus on it, think of the smell the color, shape", he went in to hold it and removed it out of his hand. "There you go", Enoch started laughing as it didn't wither away. "You did it", Enoch congratulated her before she knocked out.

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"Hey Tommy. Tommy", a splash of cold water hit her face and she sit straight up. "That was cold", her teeth began to chatter as he threw a towel at her face. "You need to remember to breathe. Rookie mistake", Enoch admired the flower which still seemed fresh. "How long was I out", she noticed the sun was facing another direction.

"A good hour or two. Good job, I think this flower is going to stay for a while. We will start on other things tomorrow then", he put the flower into a vase. "Thank you Enoch", Thomas said while drying her hair. "I'm doing this for my own benefit to. If your peculiarity to connect to mine, we both can learn. And get changed supper is soon", he started putting away the jars.

"And Enoch, Tommy is a cute nickname. Thank you", she said before her way out. "Whatever", he had a slight blush on his face as he started pouring the contents from the jars.

When Thomas opened the door two people were caught in their act and fell over. "Oh hey Enoch I saw some dust on your door knob. Being a good mate I was cleaning it. I don't know why Olive was here, probably to listen. Well got to go see you three in supper", Victor threw Olive under the bus and ran to his room. Enoch muttered a whatever as both Olive and Thomas went to get ready.

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