The Demon I Used To Be

Chapter four

    I rose up and looked around, meticulously. There still wasn't anyone in my sight. I puffed, "Whatever"
    "So what do we call her...or him this time?" I asked Bell –a question I knew I'd still reply. I scanned the pistol in my hand as I thought. "Alex"
    If I had been Alyssa then I'd probably have called it Anna cause I was to her what Alex was to me. Alex was a light skinned young man with dad's brown hair, though his was curly. He had green eyes like his mum, dad's ex wife, and a flawless dentition. He had three younger siblings before Alyssa and I: Arabella, Ariana and Alyson. Dad and his mum got separated after Alyson's birth then dad got married to mum the next year. Although Alex was the only one that lived with us, his three sisters –Alyssa's and my half sisters – visited quite often and were nice to us. He had just graduated from the department of Pharmaceutical Science. He was twenty one.
    "I'll call you Alex since you defended me earlier and I know I can count on you" I smiled.

   **
   I was back to my new room as soon as I could. I finished the the toast in the third plate and, like earlier, didn't drink water; not cause I didn't want to but because the former owner of the gun probably decided the best revenge was feeding me indigestion. I slumped into the couch, making it puff out a billion dust particles as I sank. I coughed hard. I was chocking on the air contaminant.
  "Anyone there?" A tiny girly voice froze me. It was followed by a sting in my nose. I pinched it close to avoid a sneeze that'd have answered the girl's question.
   "I'll just get the key. It's probably some animal"
  I glared at the door like I could see the girl through it. The room now had less dust but more mess; with the empty plastic plates littering the the table, the empty totes on the floor and the clothes piled up at the armless end of the couch.
   Hurriedly, I packed the plates and clothes back in their bags, tossed them outside and jumped over the window. I didn't think before acting; it was all reflex. I closed the windows, gently.
   After a while, the tiny voice was back, but not alone; a high pitched female voice had accompanied it. I peeped through the window. The lady's curly hair was visible despite the blinding rays that came from the torch in her hand. She reminded me of someone I had met before, Yvonne.
   Yvonne was a dark skinned girl with dark curly hair that brushed her shoulders. She visited our house quite often. She got snacks for Alyssa and I whenever she came around. It still didn't get me to like her. Alyssa did, because she loved everyone around her, naturally. I was sure her intention was to impress Alex and then possess him afterwards. Although, Alex couldn't see what I saw; he was blinded by love.
    "There's no one here sweetie. It's just a room of dust, spider webs and old stuff." the lady explained. At this time, I had withdrawn from my glimpse, swiftly and pressed the back of my head against the wall, scared they'd noticed me. My heart pounded hard against my chest but I tried to breathe silently. I remembered I had Alex with me. Some white light rays shone past me. "Let's go back up. There's no one here"
   "No, let's look out the window"
  "Alright then" I muttered under my breath, taking Alex out of its home. I moved swiftly and stood behind the window, pointing the gun at them. "Do not make a sound or I swear...I'll blow up your brains" 
   The direction of the light was changed. The rays travelled straight into my eyes, but I didn't wink an eye. Instead, I glared furiously at the girl with dark curly hair. Surprisingly, I could now see her clearly. She was dark skinned and had dark eyes. She was clad in a green and white stripped slim fit gown with a red scarf wrapped around her neck.
   She lurched and the source of the light dropped from her hand. Her heartbeat was deafening. She reached for the torch and put it off. "What are you?" She whispered.
'What? That's an insult isn't it?'  I replied mentally
  Despite the bright darkness that had consumed the room, I could see the two female beings standing side by side; one about half the height of the other. She still had the torch in her hand –the girl with the curly hair.
    "Since I don't know your names I'll call the little girl Tinkerbell and you, curly hair, Cinderella" I said then smiled sheepishly. They stood still without moving their lips. Their fingers interlocked. The little girl had shiny brown eyes. A small hat sat on her head.
  "Enough of this silence. Tinkerbell, I want Cinderella tied up this minute."
  They still didn't move. I climbed over the window, carefully, into the room. They took a step backwards, and gulped simultaneously as I approached. "Tinkerbell, try not to get on my nerves"
   "I don't care if you kill me. Just let Yvette go, please"
   Again, Cinderella reminded me of Yvonne who was probably out on a date with some other guy, forgetting Alex after he helped her save herself from the fire. She only cared that she got out alive and he still supported her at that moment. "No one's too big to be replaced..." I thought aloud. "I'd rather let you go"
   Holding the gun firmly in my hands, I moved closer to them. Tinkerbell clutched Yvette's clothes and hid behind her. Yvette's face was firm; she kept staring, blankly. "Where's your phone?" I asked softly, standing not more than ten centimetres away from her. The only space between Yvette and the door was filled by Tinkerbell who must've wiped dust off the door with her flared dress; she should've been the Cinderella.
   "It's not..." She trailed off, seeing that I had noticed it peek out of her wrapped fingers.
  "What do you want with it?"  She hid it behind her. I covered the distance between us in two short strides. I was about three quarters of her height. I poked her, just beneath her breast, with the tip of the gun. She froze immediately then let the phone fall, and her chest too [she'd seized breathing when she froze] 'What's her plan?'
   "Pick the phone up" I ordered.
   "I won't. I know your kind. You go around scaring people with toy guns" she blurted, breathing heavily. She clearly doubted what she had said with all her heart. Her forehead became littered with tiny transparent balls of sudor which were obvious symptoms of her boiling body; I could feel the heat dissipate from beneath her gown. I would have shot her at that moment, but I didn't want 'Yvonne' to die painlessly. I moved the tip of the gun and pointed it at her feet. All I had to do was pull the trigger, and I did. I guessed the liquid that splattered on my right leg must've been red. The light from my eyes was green.
  "Argh!" She screamed, smashing the torch in her hand against my head. "Yowch" I exclaimed through gritted teeth. I avenged with a smack on her head, using the gun in my hand. She clutched my hair and pulled it hard. I kicked between her legs then stamped her bullet-bored feet. She groaned aloud, jolting me violently. My grip on the gun was getting looser. The little girl lunged at it. I threw a kick at her, smashing her down into the dusty couch. Anna was dared and she walloped her head against Cinderella's since she had been bent as she raged at me. The gun fell off. Yvette flopped. I nearly fell. My head stung badly. Through blurry eyes I saw Tinkerbell lunge at me again. I elbowed her face brutally, sending her back to the couch. I was too busy to wonder where I'd gotten all that strength from – or how the lady and the girl had been weaker than I.
  I held my head as I tried to find the gun with faint eyes. The floor was badly stained. Yvette sprawled on the floor, breathing heavily. The gun laid by her thigh. I staggered towards it and tripped over one of her legs. I fell on her lower limbs with no physical reaction from her. I reached for the black object. The skin on her thigh felt cold on my wrist.
  "Yvette!" the girl cried. I felt her small hands on my back. "Yvette?" She couldn't see me...or any other thing. I was the only one who could. I sought the torch. With the gun in my hand, I crawled towards it. I heard her thump on Cinderella. As soon as I wrapped my fingers around the object, I flicked it's switch, lighting up the room – to an extent. I sat and faced the two girls: lady and girl.
  "Do something Martha. Call for help." Cinderella's faint tone echoed. Tinkerbell rose up. She stared blankly at me for a while, with our gazes locked, then headed towards  the door, past me. "You don't believe I'll watch you leave, do you? What you're gonna do is help me get Cinderella outta here"
  She walked back without saying a word more then stopped by Yvette's right side, facing me. Her eyes were no longer light brown.