Me-Crazy's kitty (GirlxGirl) Book 1

Chapter #13

Is this goddamn bitch dead?

All my senses are going woozy when I am looking out of the eyes of Marionette. The world in front of me is sterile, without a single wind able to disturb the overwhelming sense of calmness coating the landscape like an invisible snow.

Everyone is looking at me expectantly, especially Alanche who had jumped from the platform and landed in a cloud of dust near the platform before he made a cloud of smoke while sitting on it. He is somehow speaking to me without moving his mouth.

Kill her, Mary.

My eyes widen when my hands go tighter around Me-Crazy's swan-like throat. I feel her pulse going in a even beat and I can't believe that she's not even scared. Did she expect this of me all along? Did she think so low of me that she prepared on an attack like this?

All of sudden this fact infuriates me enough that I lift her off the ground just to slam her right back into to, making her look at me only to see the same neutrality transfixed within her brown pupils.

I am going to kill this bitch for real.

A few steps away from Me-Crazy's head Alanche is savouring his cigarette, fully assured that I would get the job done. And this trust flatters me, because it means he believes in me.

At least someone does. Unlike Me-Crazy who gave up on me from the beginning on. Like I was some lost cause she couldn't trust and already expected to turn into a mindless heartless killer without loyalties. So she must be extra smug now that she is right about that.

Marion, you're my killing machine. My Marionette.

A weak smile lines my mouth at the memory of what Alanche said to me after I fulfilled his first command back at the mansion. In the following days I didn't reflect back on it all too much—or at all. Shame, because now it filled me with pride, like I could actually get something done and not just sit around on it hoping it would take care of itself.

All those times I crouched before the toilet, only able to hope the nausea would soon stop but not able to put a stop to it myself—Things would never have to be like that again if I acted at the drop of a signal given by Alanche. He knew how to get things done.

Maybe I even did John a favour. Even if the subject of hurt is some nausea you feel pre-vomiting. He would never be experiencing that again. Lucky bastard.

But that smile I get from feeling in charge is suddenly crossed through. Me-Crazy's eyelids had drooped and the even beat of her pulse against my thumbs was slowing by the minute. She wasn't actually calm, I realised with enough horror to snap me out of whatever trance Alanche put me in, she is dying.

"Shirley no," I pull my hands back to myself despite them feeling so dirty all of suddenly that I would rather not have them anywhere close near me.

A decent hack job was seriously in need for them or something to cleanse them with for the sake of purity. My palm were itching for it, to dunk them in blood and pray.

"Hey, why did you stop, Mary? You were doing great, keeping doing it."

My head goes up.

"What did she do to you? You never told me why she apparently deserves this,"

"Oh, so you got curious after all? I thought you're not the kind of person to care much about the back noise. You just hear the music everywhere you go, why even care about the rest?" He sucks on the cigarette and savours the smoke as he blows it through his puckered lips. "And I'm telling you girl, what she did is not fight song."

"Gross," I shake my head.

"What's your taste in music?" Hello Kitty asks me when I blink my eyes. I look around, panicking because I think I've figured by now what this means whenever it happens. I would wake up to a unpleasant truth, and this one would certainly be with Me-Crazy dead. I couldn't be stuck in this surreal space again, not now when the world was firing on all cylinders to end her.

"Take me back to the present," I mutter impatiently.

"What's the hurry?" She muses and before I'm able to open my mouth she adds, "I don't think you'd like to hear what he has to say anyway... about your girlfriend," She smiles sympathetically.

"I don't get what the hassle is. Just take me back I don't care, lass."

"It's really bad..." She waylays me further, prancing around like she is trying to distract me to waste some more time.

"I said, I don't care."

"Then why are you here?"

I open my mouth to answer but only a sob comes out. Tears burn into my cheeks as I blink myself back into a reality that seems mopped off any clarity it had before.

The sky is soaked in a dark watercolour blue and my back feels wet like it had just rained and I was lying in a puddle of rainwater. Behind me I hear exhausted breathing, then footsteps dragging toward me.

I blink again and Me-Crazy stands over me, a cigarette pressed between a mischievous smirk.

She holds a hand out for me, "Get up, lazy."