Reapers

Chapter Eight: Bad Things on a Beautiful Day

Darcie opened her eyes surprised to see a light snow outside her window, she smiled her head still on her pillow.  She looked down and saw the bat pendant that she had forgotten to take off before she went to sleep.  She wrapped her hand around it, it was the only reminded that all that happened was a bad dream.  That and the ashes of her school.

She looked at her phone and saw that several of her chemistry classmates had texted her despite never speaking a word to her before.  She wondered where they had gotten her phone number in the first place.

Darcie swung her legs out from under the blanket and onto the floor.  She walked over and looked out the window where Era had sat on the roof, down at the road Thane had parked his car, the car Mo had sat in and acted friendly.

As much as she wanted to forget about them, part of her missed them though she had only known them for a few hours.  They were the closest thing to friends she had ever had.  If she looked at it logically there was no reason she shouldn’t have friends.  People told her she was pretty and smart.  And she didn’t brag about her accomplishments, although there were only a few.  She wasn’t obnoxious like some of the more popular teens, but even then, she wished she could have at least one friends who would stick with her through thick and thin.

A knock at the door made her whole body stiffen, she knew that Carol was probably at the bakery she owned while David was volunteering somewhere; he always did something like that on saturday mornings.

She got up and slowly went down the stairs in her low cut, loose light blue t-shirt and baggy flannel pajama pants.  She slowly opened the door despite every part of body telling her not to.  

A girl who stood at about 5 foot 6 inches with long black hair, sky blue eyes, and pale skin stood at Darcie’s door; she wore a black tank top with an unzipped leather jacket, dark skinny jeans that had been tucked into combat boots as well a dark cord around her neck in which a knife pendant hung.  Part of a black colored tattoo was covered by her tank top, it looked like vines that had woven themselves together to create a circle; it reminded her of that tattoo or mark Era had on her collarbone.

She looked at Darcie and smiled, “I’m Kali, Kali Black.  Can I come in?”

Darcie didn’t answer but didn’t close the door either.

Kali smiled and walked past Darcie without a word,  “Uh...you can’t...why...” Darcie stammered as Kali looked around the house.

“Nice place.  You know, word is you know a few...friends of mine” she smiled.

“What are you talking about?” Darcie asked though she was certain she knew.

“Oh don’t play dumb” she smiled shooing away the thought with her hand, “After all, you’re wearing Thane’s pendant, and here I thought he’d never be serious with a girl”

“What?  Who’s Thane?”

“Thanatos Demise” Kali explained, “Sound familiar?  Although sometimes he uses aliases with his girlfriends.  Let’s see; do you know a Maxwell Ryder, Davis Wilder, or Jackson Rains?”

“No.  Never heard of them.  Any of them” she said keeping her voice even.

Kali’s smile disappeared, she walked toward Darcie and grabbed the bat pendant.  “This isn’t a trinket.  It’s the real thing, it belongs to Thanatos Demise so how in all of Hell did you get it?  Surely you didn’t mug him, he’s too strong to let someone like you beat him.  So then, how?”

“I don’t know...a friend just gave it to me...” she stuttered

“Where did this friend find it, then?!” she demanded pulled the pendant, it’s cord choking Darcie.