Grimoire

Chapter one- Don't touch me

"Scars! You have a package to Chandelier," the twin's Sam and Dennis say in unison.

"Are you fuckin' kidding me? I just returned from a five-hour drop. I am sweaty and tired. I swear if you play another prank on me I will drop kick you in the chest."

"We learned our lessons the first time, Scars," they replied.

"You learned your lesson at the worst time. I am just saying, the last time you said those words after a drop; I spent half my day drenched in a sewer with diarrhea seeping into my high tops."

"And you dropped kicked us in the chest. Not only that, you managed to contain the worst stank on your shoes so when you kicked us; it splattered everywhere."

"Serves you the dog damned rights. You better make sure that that package is to Chandelier. If you prank me again, I will curse to the Gods that they remove your eyes. No! I will shove them out myself. I mean, that it will give me the greatest pleasure to gouge my thumbs into your eye sockets. I will relish in it and sigh in pleasure."

"We got it Scars. It does not change the fact that you have a package to Chandelier," the twins replied in dull monotone used to her threats.

Despite her scarred appearance and threats, she could be quite timid. Scars never understood how they could speak so perfectly in unison. She knew as half-blood psychics they could communicate mentally but why speak in unison? She never had the nerve to ask and had grown used to it over the two years they had been working for Courier Express.

"It better not," she replied, "give it to me."

The twins did not try to place the package in her palm, instead, they slid it across the table.

"Come on guys, it only happens when men with romantic interest touch my skin," Scars said, referring to the strange phenomena which occurred when any man with sexual desires for her touched her skin or hair. Their muscles would freeze for about an hour which rendered the man completely immobile. It was a great defense mechanism against unwanted attention, now if she could only switch it off.

"Nuh-uh," they said, "We saw what happened to George when he pulled your braid. We even moved him to the steam room. Stiff as a board he was. Whatever Beyond blood runs in your veins, it sure packs a punch."

"Think how I feel. I didn't ask for it, I can't kiss a man without him turning into a piece of ice. Just keep those naughty thoughts out of your mind and you will be fine."

"We are men, we can't help it. Besides, your scars are your most charming feature. Even us men who like men wonder what it's like. We are just being careful now."

Scars self-consciously placed her hand to her forehead. The 'scars' were not actually scars at all, it was more of a marking like a tattoo. Mauveine in color, an elongated diamond shape sat in the center of her forehead with crescent-shaped lines which fanned out above her eyebrows. It looked like an abstract flower.

Not to mention her eyes were the same hue and had a slight glow to them, they could be seen in complete darkness. She had yet to see any creature with hair as long as hers, her braids nearly brushed the floor. Every time she had taken a pair of scissors to her hair she would blackout. When she had paid someone to cut it for her, they sawed away with a knife to no effect, her hair could not be cut.

There was no denying the fact she was half-blooded, it was not so uncommon especially in the lower levels of Pendulum. Most of the half-bloods were the daughters of Dryad's but rarely traveled past the Orchard Bio-domes; which made sense since they were daughters of the forest.