Duo Perspectivae

Skeletons. Curse. Murders. Follow Tike Henezingson on her twisted journey with the worst friend ever. From the electric fence of the compound where she meets her father, to the exotic, hidden jungle of her friends' hideout, Tike must find a way to rid herself of her age-old curse. Will she survive? Will she become a murderer, just like her friends? And will she ever find a way to live happily with her whole family?


9. The Lady in the Pinstriped Skirt

Tike Henezingson, Day 46 of my Diary.


My heart pumped. My pulse was racing. The smooth legs of the Lady were straight ahead. The air around her made me shiver, and I realized that she was to forever be unknown to me and my acquaintances. She will hereby be known as Lady. Her far-too-innocent eyes looked softly at me, somewhat unaware of the terror she should feel as I switched the gun between the both of them. I watched as she winked at him, and the small tea stain on her black blazer seemed even redder in the light of the setting sun. She moved away from the black car door, her hands behind her back despite me having her at gun point. I saw an ice-blue flare spark coming from behind her back, but I had decided to pass it off as a figment of my imagination, and after all the science experiments it was as good a guess as any. I had my doubts though. 


Lady slipped around the sides of the car, edging slowly towards me, and if I had no morality left inside me, I would have shot her then and there. However, I trust my fingers no more, and so I moved them off the trigger. Still she kept walking. Still I kept my stance, after all, she was at a disadvantage. I had a gun. I thought back to my old, old school days. That first lesson with guns and firearms, taught by Mrs Dilly, probably the most innocent of names. I was the only one who could re-construct a gun in under 5.6 seconds, beating the school record. That was the only thing I took pride for in my school days. Sure, I had done many other things like crash the headmasters car, and yet the detention I received later wasn't funny enough to class as an achievement. Ah well.


I felt my finger slid itself back in place on the trigger. My heart pumped faster, and faster. The tea stain on her jacket looked redder than ever, even though I'm pretty sure it was peppermint tea. Wait... What monster puts milk in peppermint tea? I began to worry about her. And not in the serious way I should. I flexed my fingers, not letting my eyes drag themselves away from her face and, of course, my father, who had done - and said - nothing since Lady exited the car. Quite right too, considering he had fainted. Lady looked at him, lying pale on the floor, and if it wasn't for the massive amounts of sleep drugs I had taken in the past few days I would have sworn her eyes welled up. She must've thought I did something to him, maybe 'Slight of Poison', of which I learned in my first year of studying spell-works and arcane knowledge, 'Night Sencinate', two-and-a-half years in of research or maybe, dare she think I'd stoop so low, 'Alkaphthama' a slow and painful death curse, also making the children of the subject suffer from some sort of old cancer, of which a cure had never been found.


"My dear, you do not need to use a gun. You are British by birth, and Brits don't use guns, do they, darling?" It took me more than it should've done to realize that she was trying to negotiate with me. The one with the gun. So, mainly because I am British by birth, I lowered my gun to my side, making sure to lift my finger off the trigger BEFORE I lowered it down. I shrugged myself back into its natural, relaxed form, which seemed to make her think she was at an advantage. I quickly switched across to look at dad, who was still lying on the floor. I began to get worried, because, surely he hadn't hit the ground that hard. Surely? I looked back at her. She moved her hands round to the front, and I realized she was not as innocent as I thought, because what was in her hands was nothing less than one of the most silently-deadly curse spells that I had ever come across.

She smiled sweetly.






Huge amounts of pain.

It surged through my body. I wanted to open my eyes, to scream, but my physique seemed stuck, lost in this vast expanse of time... 

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