Cupid's Rising

The Story of Darcy Anderson

"Who are you?"

"Huh? Morgue it's me, your sister!"

"Uhh..."

"I'm gonna go get breakfast!"

==CR==

"You told me to pay my respects to the dead."

"But, Darcy, we're not dead."

"Yet."

==CR==

"I can travel realities."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Awesome."

==CR==

"Get your act together, Morgue. We got stuff to do. Cry on your own time."

"Yeah well I think I'll cry- did you just slap me?"

"Criers get slapped."

==CR==

"I'm not scared of the things in the dark. That would mean there's something in the dark scarier than me."

==CR==

"Morgan...what if I'm worse than him?"

"Do you want them be afraid of you? The bad people who hurt the other kids?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want the innocent to fear you?"

"...kinda."

"Then you're better than him."

"Really?"

"Well some of these kids are buttholes. It's okay to scare them."

==CR==

"What did you say?"

"You heard me. Our foster father was a peodophile. Last Monday- he tried to take you. I switched beds because then he would take me."

"You- you didn't have to do that."

"You're right. I should've killed him that night, instead of now."

"You're only nine, Darcy."

==CR==

Darcy sat in a crowd of children. It was a community assembly. She wasn't watching the presentation. Instead her eyes searched the parents. Her purple eyes questioning each one. She had gotten good at seeing the rotten ones.

Her sister sat beside her. Morgan's amber eyes were just as diligent.

The assembly was to address the recent child abductions.

Darcy knew she and Morgan would have the matter settled.

Her eyes landed on one parent, sitting near the back.

She poked her sister's arm. She nodded with her head. "Fourth row, sitting at the end."

Morgan saw him and nodded. "We go at lights out."

They bumped fists.

Darcy knew her sister didn't like that Darcy was a killer. Instead of trying to stop her, though, Morgan taught Darcy how to do it right.