Bridgette floated through the still air as one would float on a weightless sea, her flapping wings the only noise in the grey sky. She scanned the crumbling streets and buildings of the town as they passed below her: an old hotel, an old hospital, what was left of a church, some stores, a movie complex. All abandoned. Every now and then, she would think she saw what she wanted to see: a screaming child, a crumpled body, even just a bloodspot or monster squealing with glee as it ran off to hide. But each time…it proved to be just a trick of her imagination. After awhile, the alarm itself fell silent, not waiting for her to complete her duty.
“How inconvenient…” Bridgette mused. “Looks like I have to go back empty-handed….”
Just as she spoke this otherwise dismissive comment, an unholy scream ripped through the air and shattered the thin ties of regularity. It was a young voice, a girl…a child. Coming from a spot just a few blocks away.
Bridgette smiled. She sent a mental message back to Orphin, her head Prefect, and the one she could trust to actually hear and listen to her: I found a child. It’s not a Second-Death one, but it’s one nonetheless….I can’t seem to find the one that died. Just keep the new ones there and keep them satisfied. They might even fall asleep on you anyway. Death is a tiring thing.
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Aike jumped when she heard those words. Don’t think I don’t know… But he couldn’t know. He couldn’t. That was no fair. She was supposed to be in control here. ”Oh, I’m sure,” she chastised, as she watched her hand wander the room out of the corner of her eye. She looked through the cupboards on the left side of the room. Everything checked out, but if Nero had replaced an object with one of his own like he said….if he was smarter than her….
“Oooooh you jerk!” Aike cried, standing up and slipping her notebook back in her pocket abruptly, but just as quickly her hands flew to her muzzle and she quieted herself. She was behaving like a little brat, a little brat of whom even cheating wasn’t enough to let them win. And she didn’t want to look like a brat in front of a Doctor.
Besides, she hadn’t lost all the way just yet. She’d only lost half of the game. She still had the other half to go. The fun half.
Give it up, hand. He’s too smart for us idiots.
Oooooohhhh, buuut neveeerrrr….Iiii’mmm peeeerrfectly fffine looooking for whaaat’s missing…Yooouuu caan’t just falll for him that eeeasy.
Aike squinted and looked over at her hand, watching as it rifled through cupboards and under-sink compartments. Then she rolled her eyes. Whatever. Go ahead. Guess I don’t need two hands to do this….do I? She walked back to the boy’s side, and as she went quickly realized she needed to guess before doing anything. It was a rule. A rule that would be too difficult for her to skirt around. Sighing, she turned to Nero and started to think. She was too dense to think or plan beyond an elementary school level…..so immediately decided to equate the object Nero had hidden to……to one of her favorite things in all of Purgatory. Because favorite things are often the first things that come to mind. Patting down her dress, she said: “Did you hide one of my syringes, Doctor? I love syringes. They’re all I can think about sometimes. You should know that isn’t functional inside a body. But I’m probably wrong anyway……..Don’t tell me whether or not ‘till I find it, though.”
Giving a last glance at her hand as it continued to ransack the place, it sunk in to Aike that the crazy thing had gone out-of-commission and wasn’t going to do anything she said until she picked it up and sewed it back on. Therefore….she would need another, one-handed tool if finding the object wasn’t going to be a disaster. “…..Never thought I’d have to use this.”
The sickening shhhlink of metal against flesh resounded as Aike’s ‘blade’ slid out of her arm. She brought the tip of the gleaming silver blade to her muzzle and tested her tongue against it….quite promptly she tasted her own blood. It tasted like lavender oil. The nurse closed her dark eyes, feeling inexplicably happy with her Afterlife. “Hmmmm….mmm….mmmmm………mmmmhhhhmmm. Still sharp. It’ll work. Now if only I can remember how to do this....'cutting' thingy…”
Aike’s getting the Nursing job had been an utter miracle. After all, she was not only clumsy, she often forgot how to do even the simplest medical procedures just like she forgot everything else solid and concrete. But Bridgette had been low on staff at the time, and even the most low-down of Purgatory wanderers that stumbled though the front gates could be offered a job if they asked.
She lowered her blade to the spot just below the boy’s collarbone. It rested up against something solid when she had been expecting something soft…but no matter. Sucking in a nervous breath and holding it, Aike haphazardly dug her blade into the boy, cutting through bone and cartilage alike, neither knowing nor caring how she should have really gone about this.
Then she kept cutting down, down all the way past the boy’s stomach, making a jagged gash of a cut that only a Frankenstein monster would be able to appreciate. The boy, incomprehensive but still awake, howled.
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Darla pouted towards the boy. “Oh, well don’t think you’re so smart, kid. I happen to be very ticked off here….but you’re right. I don’t need to be fighting somebody with weapons like that…” Finally giving up the guff, she started to help Brenna finish her bed.
“That’s it,” Brenna said once they were done. “There’s always a way to make things end up nice and peaceful. When that one lady gets back, we can talk to her, huh?” Yawning, the Christian child let go of her rosary, letting it fall back down into it’s normal spot. It glinted in the white light. She climbed up on her bed and laid down. “Maybe we could all pray.”
“Pray? Pray? Girl, what are you smoking? God ain’t here right now.” Darla crawled up next to her friend and laid down beside her. “What we need to do is give that jerk what’s coming to him.”
“Darla….don’t say things like that. God’s everywhere. All the time. In every one of us. We pray through Jesus, his son, and…” Brenna trailed off and started to play with her rosary, holding it between two fingers and turning it back and forth, watching as the light danced off its silver surface.