The Human Xenocide

Chapter Ten - Him

Lilly spent the night at Sean’s house again.  The next morning they both decided it was best to go to school and act as if the murder the night before never happened.  A substitute teacher showed up for their first period math class twenty minutes late.  When one of the students asked why she was late she told the class that Mr. Germdols never showed up and never called in sick.  Every hour that passed Lilly and Sean thought they would get caught. 

They could have left evidence at the house, or someone may have witnessed the murder.  But nothing happened.  The day ended with no news on Mr. Germdols and the weekend followed.  After the weekend, they both figured they were clear, no one came asking questions—no news showed up on a murder—nothing.  On Monday, they did their routine jump to the football field.  They walked onto campus holding hands and brushing their shoulders against each other as normal.

Lilly stopped walking as they neared the gym and other buildings at the back of the school and pulled Sean to a stop. 

“What is it?”  Sean asked, letting her drag him back.

“Look,” Lilly hushed him.  She was pointing past the school and into the distant street.

He could see police cars, and a lot of them.  They finally found the body.  “They don’t know it’s us,” he reassured her and continued walking.  The best plan was to walk onto campus just as confused and interested as the rest of the kids—to blend in.

So they walked to class.  Whispers blew through the school, but none directed at Sean and Lilly.  To be sure Lilly wanted to find out if the police knew anything.  She separated from Sean outside their math class and said, “I have to go to the bathroom.” He nodded and went into the classroom, the same substitute from Friday was waiting in front of the class.

She turned away from the classroom and towards the front of the school where the mass gathering of police stood.  She could listen into conversations from pretty far away; maybe she could eavesdrop and find something out.

“Where are you going?” a guy’s voice chuckled, echoing down the empty halls, “you think you’re everything.  You think you can outsmart everyone,” it continued.

She turned around.  A boy quite a bit older than her that she’d never seen before was walking down the hall, well over a hundred feet away.  Even from the distance she could tell he was way too old for high school.  He had black, thread like hair and green that had a slight brown hinge on the outsides of the pupils which created the slight appearance of fire.  He was slightly tanned with well-built leg muscles, he looked like he used to be a track runner.  His clothing was simple, gray pants and a grey shirt with several white crows on it.  His hands were resting in his pockets and he had a few noticeable lengthwise scars on the exposed parts of arms. 

Lilly had never seen him before.

He continued to walk towards her without slowing his pace.

“What do you want?” Lilly asked the guy.  Maybe he found out about the murder?  Good, she could stop word from spreading by influencing him to secrecy.  She changed her direction and headed towards him.

“What, have you changed your mind?” he perked up, smiling.  “Why don’t you go after your puny police friend’s girl?  They may know something you don’t.” For the first time she saw a tight knot of what looked like veins on the center of his neck.

She let her aura explode.  She’s going to force him to forget everything he learned then make him pay for talking against her.  Once they were about ten feet from each other she stopped and ordered him, “Stop!”

He didn’t stop.

He went up to her face and said, “You sure are bossy.”

“What!?”  Lilly said.  She could smell his breath.  It didn’t work?  He didn’t listen to her.