Once you were dead because of your disobedience and your many sins. You used to live in sin, just like the rest of the world, obeying the devil—the commander of the powers in the unseen world. He is the spirit at work in the hearts of those who refuse to obey God.
Ephesians 2:1-2
POV: Murderer
"Miss Ivy! Excuse me for deflecting from rehearsal review, but be I can't help but concerned about your state right now..."
"Don't-" Ivy started, barely managing to hold accountable and even-tempered voice. "Just... focus on the rehearsal. That's all that matters right now."
"Through the music playing I heard you screaming! And now you're shivering, miss, it seems like..." Tobby went silent for a moment, taking off his worn out calf jersey with dolorous hepatic spots. "Seems like nobody around cares. Sorry, I mean..."
"I don't give a fuck, please," Ivy highlighted a word 'please'. "-come back to rehearsal review and take this back, I don't need nothing." She hastened to push the jersey back in Tobby's hands. "You better wear it back, or you're risking to catch cold. Destiny's picky, and if she sees you looking sick, you're out. So, don't waste your chance." Ivy gestured toward the rehearsal space with her chin, but her emotion changed in instant and she saw his shoulder. She recklessly grabbed it.
"Ouch! It's okay. I mean, sorry..." Amusing. To take the injury yourself - to apologize for it yourself... How could this girl intimidate just a little dough-faced person so badly?
"Don't get dressed! Turn your shoulder to me." She was all fired up and obsessively absorbed.
Tobby slowly turned, exposing the shoulder she had grabbed moments before. He stood there, confused and nervous, his body stiff as Ivy leaned in to inspect it. Her eyes narrowed.
"What's happening, miss?" The guy asked alertly, but at the same time being surprisingly reserved and tranquil, as if he could anticipate every Ivy's next move."
"No... this can't be... but it's the same... How long have you had it?.." She pointed to the shaped spot on his shoulder.
"Sorry?" He ventured cautiously.
Ivy snapped out of her trance, but her hand still lingered on his shoulder.
"Where did you get this scar?" she asked sharply, her eyes locked onto his.
"Quite strange reaction to my birthmark. Therefore, it's supposed to be a logical assumption that I have it from birth, right?" He reasoned, his glance suddenly became more steady and challenging, he looked at her with faint smile and studying her reaction. "I had it for as long as I can remember. Why? What's wrong with it?"
"Fair enough - the assumption may be logical... But I seem to live in a world beyond any logic. Go now, I'm too drunk to mess with this." Ivy turned away from Tobby to the counter and buried her face in her hands, which lay on the counter's surface. "You lie all the time, it's not on you from birth." She hasn't stopped talking to him, and now she mumbled indistinctly, for her face was still buried in the fabric of her clothes, but like a bat out of hell she turned back around and yelled. "And you won't even ask anything? Would you say nothing in return for my controversy?!" She was loaded to the limits, but all she saw in return was a peaceful smile, and all she heard was a quiet reply:
"Ivy, I'm settled now, for now I know for sure it's you. I knew it." He left towards the rehearsal, leaving Ivy completely speechless.
She looked up at the running LED line above the bar and the words "Meet me by your treehouse at 1 a.m." flashed at it.
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High Priestess and the sinners
Paranormal"So cut the rose in full bloom, 'till the fearless come and the act is done..." When the Priestess descended to Earth and justice was done, she chose two dead sinners and sent them one more time to the world of alive. She did it for a reason, but fo...
