Sparks 𝙀. 𝙈𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 (book 1)

Chapter 2. Vecna's curse.

"We're all pretty bizarre, some of us are just better at hiding it that's all." The TV said as the breakfast club played, the movie was playing tonight on some channel. It wasn't her favorite by any means, but she wasn't paying much attention to it anyways. Beatrix only had one thing on her mind right now.

Eddie Munson.

It was late, and there she was in her chartreuse button up pajamas, curled up on the couch eating cereal, who was going to tell her not to? Her parents were out of town, and even if they were here, they wouldn't care. Because most of the time, they don't anyways. They never did, they weren't over protective or affectionate, but just- there. They gave her money and sent her on her way. Her mother decided one mistake was enough, and called it quits with unprotected sex.

But as I said before, Beatrix  wasn't thinking about her parents right about now, might be thinking about her daddy th-

knock knock 

"What the hell was that!" Her words filled the empty home, another knock on the window. "It's me." A voice said. It was a small, quiet voice. "Eddie?" She asked, walking towards the window. "Why are you here?" Bea asked again, undoing the lock on the window and helping him inside. "There was- was Chrissy- she was at my house- and then-"

"Chrissy Cunningham was at your house?" Beatrix asked. "Yes! And then she wouldn't wake up, she was under this spell, trance, and she- her bones- in the air." He sputtered. "Ok, ok, slow down. Sit down, I'm gonna get you a blanket its cold in the house. Stay here." She said, reaching behind him to close the window.

When Beatrix came back, she could now visibly see Eddie shaking. "Oh god." She mutters, rushing over to the couch to sit beside him. "Lock your doors, and- and the windows." He said. She didn't question it. Bea rushed around the house to lock the doors and the windows, closing all the curtains and blinds as well. "Ok, now talk to me. What happened?" She asked, sitting down finally. "You're not gonna believe me are you?" He asked. "Eddie, if you thought I wouldn't believe you, you wouldn't be here." She met his eyes fully for the first time. "Plus, you talk to me I'll talk back, I've seen some pretty crazy shit too." She smiled a little bit, hoping to make him smile as well, but he didn't.

That same look of terror stayed on his face as he told her the whole story, Chrissy's eyes in the back of her head. Floating, bones cracking, her eyes pulled back into her skull. "That's... a lot to process." Bea sighed, taking all this new information in. "Yeah, tell me your crazy shit." He offered. 

So she did, the whole shabang about Russians, and the girl with superpowers, inter-dimensional travel. "Its also important to mention I can do this." Beatrix said, trying her hardest to create a flame. "Do what?" He asked, looking at her outstretched hand. "I'm trying" She grunted. "Watch out!" Eddie said, reaching for something behind her head.

Then they had both tumbled over to the other side of the couch, him on top of her, catching himself with one hand. "It was a fly." He said quietly, looking into her eyes. "I hate flies." Bea responded. "Flies are stupid." He agreed. Suddenly, the girls hand that was hanging off the couch burst into flames. "Shit!" She yelled, sitting up as Eddie did as well.

 "It activates with strong emotions." She explained, making the fire slip between her fingers. "That's why your hand was hot when we first met." He recalled. "Yeah because I didn't know you, not knowing people, strong emotion." She shrugged. "Sure." He said skeptically. "You know they'll find that body by morning, you do realize that." Beatrix says, sucking any joy that might have been there out of the moment. "Yeah."

"Then you also realize you'll be a suspect?"

"Yes."

"Then you must also know you can't stay here."