Alisa's Death

The Devil's Deeds

She laid in bed waiting for her arrival, Aby wasn’t fond of waiting for long and decided to click her television on but realized something wrong when the screen began to produce static. A chill crawled it’s way up her spine making her turn with a start seeing she was standing there watching the screen that was now a void of entertainment, paying no mind to to Kat that hissed from the corner with her hair spiked up. Alisa had her hair drawn over half her face and it flowed down around her bruised figure, there was a wound on her stomach Aby had learned to ignore over the pass months. She knew Alisa wore her hair that way to cover the wound on her left temple and she still wore that dress from that night. Aby hadn’t been there but she had heard the stories before coming to the school, and Alisa had told her plenty.

Aby had no connection to Alisa before death but she had always been able to see them and now she was helping her.

Aby was walking in the rain holding an umbrella over herself walking home. She knew she was late for dinner but her after school activities had gotten in the way, again. She was walking pass an alley when she heard it. It was the faint crying of a girl. She turned to stare down the alley to find it empty except for several trash bins and the sleeping of the homeless under plastic bags they had hung over themselves to protect them from the rain. She was about to go on her marry way when it came again but no one else seemed fazed by this crying. That’s when she knew what it was. Of course no one else would listen to the cries, no one else could hear them because to everyone else they weren’t there. They didn’t exist.

She knew she should be running as fast as she could hoping that when she could make it home before the sky blackened any further but in all truth this fascinated her. She made her way through the alley making sure to leave change to all the people who nodded their gratitude or were too deeply asleep to realize they had been given anything. By the time she was at the end of the alley the muffled cries had vanished and when she turned she choked on a scream when she saw a girl in a dress glaring at her.

“What do you want?” She growled. “Was this a dare? Are you one of those low humans desiring to see something new?!” She was losing her temper and grabbed Aby by her collar lifting her up angrily as she let her body slam into the brick wall like a rag doll, she no longer had a grip on Aby but Aby remained in the air pressed against the wall. “Now that I’m dead I realize humans can be so low sometimes.”

“It wasn’t a dare,” Aby rushed as she felt an invisible force tighten around her throat.

“Oh, it wasn’t,” she sneered. “And that really makes it all better! So you just came to see the dead girl cry?!” Aby was suddenly tossed to the other side of the alley against that wall and fell to the pavement, she struggled to get her breath back and began to cough falling onto her back. “You’re pathetic.”

Aby stared at the girl’s leer and waited for her to finish her off but to her surprise when she opened her eyes the girl was gone and she half expected her to appear behind her at any moment and rip her neck out but it didn’t happen.

That was Aby’s first encounter with Alisa. From then on she had gone to the alley recently in search for the weeping girl but never did find her until she was assaulted by a man and the girl had appeared to save her. They had began to talk often and she had shown her gratitude by offering her help to the girl and Alisa had asked for one measly thing. Something so idle that it had set Aby back momentarily. Alisa had asked for her to view two people from afar for her, not for long just until she knew the situation enough and take things into her own hands. It was something Aby couldn’t turn down, she had never had a friend except for her cat, Kat.

Yes, a cliche name she knew but Aby wasn’t as creative as most and she was give the cat when she was eight, how was she suppose to come up with a name at eight. She just hoped she had more luck when it came to her children.

“I loved watching cartoons because they reminded me that it wasn’t quite time to grow up,” Alisa sighed. “But now that I think back on it my time to grow up never came. I would have been seventeen by now.

“That doesn’t matter now,” she continued almost to herself. “I don’t miss the cartoons. I miss the warmth of blood running through my veins, the heart pounding in my chest, the breathlessness when I would run none stop, the laugher, the interaction, the feelings, my family, my mother, my sister and brother, even my father, I miss it all, I miss that part about me being alive-”

“Alisa, are you okay?” Aby asked. Kat had ran out of the room. Alisa had done this before, she had began to talk about things she did when she was alive and would begin to remember the feeling of being alive and envy would take over. Greed would swarm over her and she would burn with desire to take back what was rightfully hers, Aby had always accepted that death would come to us all and that it may not always be pleasant but Alisa would not accept this. Because in her eyes her life was stripped away in seconds, because to her she had not just died she had been killed and her life had been stolen away.

Aby also understood this and this is why she wanted to help Alisa.

“I’m fine,” Alisa answered indifferent to her episode. “What did you find out about them?”

“He was here like you had said and he seems to have Azul doing all his dirty work,” Aby informed. “But she hates him, I saw his choking her down a deserted hallway.”

“He didn’t kill her did he?” Alisa turned swiftly to set questioning eyes on Aby.

“No.” Aby shook her head. “I didn’t know you cared so much.”

“Care?” Alisa frowned then smiled. “I don’t but when it comes to Azul’s suffering it is of my choosing, not his.”

Aby nodded her understanding briefly. “Oh, and I need you to talk to her,” Alisa said. “I need you to get to know her, within this past year she might have changed. I need to get to know her again myself.”

“What about him?” Aby asked.

“He can wait,” she shrugged. “He won’t be leaving until he has made her into a warped monster pleading for death to come and Azul won’t be giving in so easily. Not to him anyways. So he can wait, she comes first then he will follow.”

“What are you going to do to them?” Aby asked trying to swallow the thick bile that had gathered around in her throat. Alisa merely smiled. The devilish smile planning venomous deeds.