Death's Mediator

Letters and a Alley

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Chapter I

1986-Humungins orphanage

They stayed away from the strange girl like good children. But the older ones always make fun of the girl with a book and two eyes. It was weird, watching her. The pale ethereal unblemished skin, no matter what the bruises were already healed in the morning, the jet black raven locks, that she refused to cut, fell down around her back in waves. Encasing her in a black sea, forbidden to all others, her eyes. Those eyes, unnerving, blank, cold, dead, so many words to describe those two different colored eyes.

They take your focus from her slight frame and call you to ask her name. Answered every time with a slight breath was the same reply,

"Veronica Peverell, it's a pleasure to meet you."

That airy tone and dreamy vacate eyes would cause you to question if the child is of the same reality or of a world that you are not privileged to see and be a part of. That little six year old girl with a soul of a thousand year old woman.

But the younger ones stay away just as they are told.

"leave her to her books and she'll leave you to your life." The workers always told them.

And soon they found out why.

Timothy Badebrones was the oldest of them almost thirteen and dumber than dumb. But he had muscles and was cruel and heartless and his new victim:

Veronica Peverell.

All the younger ones watched from behind the house as Tim and his gang walked up to six year-old Veronica. Who was sitting under a tree reading a new book one of the workers gave her on anatomy.

Tim grabbed the book from Vera's hands and threw it across the yard. It landed in the mud about fifteen feet from them. Vera's eyes looked on her book with sadness before looking at Tim. A series of hisses almost like a snake, escaped from Veronica's lips. Tim began screaming, the children witnessed, before they ran away from the strange snake girl. The young continued to watch as Vera picked up her book and continued hissing. The book was soon completely clean all the mud was gone leaving behind an impeccably clean book and several frightened children that would never look at Veronica the same. The result of the incident was that they would never go near Veronica again if all it got them was that weirdness. But it didn't seem that anyone else would follow the younger kids' example. Cause a few years later, three boys were to be found dead and Veronica would just sit there reading another book, this time on Norwegian one of the only languages that Veronica couldn't speak.

They all would remember that day. It was stormy outside in Croydon, where the orphanage actually was. Veronica would be around nine, a small little boy that had just turned seven would stumble upon them. They were some of the oldest boys at the orphanage at sixteen and they were the ones that the smaller children stayed away from. Big bulky strong cruel and filled to the brim with hormones. Nobody knew for sure but they most likely planned on raping someone from the fact they would be found without pants and their penises would be handing out of their boxers flaccid and for the world to see. Everyone was horrified by the scene yet when they turned around little nine-year-old Vera watched on without emotion without feelings. Those cold eyes sent shivers down everyone's back.

And only a single thought went through their minds, 'when is she leaving?'

It was then that everyone came to an agreement:they all couldn't wait until they were rid of Veronica Peverell.