Knives

Chapter 11

She whirled to face me, her face suddenly becoming serious.

"Are you going to kill me?" she asked, eying the door. She was quick. But she wasn't afraid...

"Why is she not terrified? They're always terrified..." Light wondered.

"What were you just doing?" I said, still preoccupied with her odd reaction.

"I was..I was just looking." she told me, shying away. I walked over to the table and stood next to her.

"What the hell are you doing?" Night thought.

"Shhh! It's a whim. He wants to. Don't spoil it." Light scolded.

I swung the scythe down and held it lengthwise, the edge facing away from her.

"Go ahead." I prompted, nodding toward the tip. She hesitated. I tried a friendly smile, tilting my head.

"Stop it, you idiot." Light commanded. "You look a mess already, you don't need to be a crazy mess."

"Aren't I?" I thought. All the same, I straightened my face. She reached toward it and tenderly felt the sharp point. Gaining confidence, she ran her hand along the flat side of the blade.

"May I?" she asked, reaching toward the wooden staff. I handed her the scythe.

"This is going too far, Knives." Night warned. "No one touches your scythe." I ignored him.

"Nice." She commented looking around the room. "This is quite an assortment you have here."

"Yes."

"Great response." Night commented sarcastically. As she continued to look over my weapons, I mulled over the situation.

"Why aren't you afraid?" I wondered aloud. She turned to me, her eyes darkening.

"Who knows? I feel what I do. I can't control it." I stared. I was at a loss for words. This girl had just told me what I'd been thinking for as long I could remember.

"Who ARE you?" I said in bewilderment.

"My name is Cassie." She replied cheerfully. "Nice to meet you."