“AAAAAHHHHHH!” The scream screeched through the air as the brunette women ran out of the mansion and into the quiet streets of the neighborhood. Lights of the surrounding houses began to flick on to investigate the commotion. “Help me! A Daemon girl had got me! Don’t let her get me!” As soon as the neighbors heard this, they turned their lights back off and went back to bed. Just another daemon girl incident they might have thought. Nothing we can do to save her now, they probably sighed to themselves. And in a sense, they were right. For in the only charcoal colored house in the suburb was a young girl and her even younger companion, two beings so vile not even the Devil has come to stop them.
“Aww, our friend didn’t want to play with us” the raven-haired child whined sarcastically. “I guess we’ll just have to find some other way to entertain ourselves,” she continued, placing down the blow torch and removing her mask to reveal her dark amber skin. “And next time we must remember to lock the door.”
She knelt, picking up her eight-month-old partner in crime and carried him outside. Her black bike looked like the night sky, with the stars being the sparkles that cover the entire frame. A red wagon was tied to the back of the bike with a jump rope. Inside the wagon were pillows and blankets to support the baby. Gently, she placed the cooing baby in the wagon. Then she hopped on her bike and rode into town.
Lurking in the shadows, the girl stared through her bangs, grinning at the people walking past the ally she decided to stop at. “A little child’s play, what do you say?” she asked, looking down at the baby, who in response giggled and clapped his hands together. Smiling back, the girl took it as a yes. Quickly, she untied the wagon from the bike and pushed it out of the ally. She silently watched the wagon roll off the pavement and into the road. It was late, so few cares came past, but that did not stop passersby gasping in alarm.
Some women quickly ran into the rode and pulled the wagon to the pavement opposite of the one of the girl who pushed him. Other bystanders began to gather as the women checked on the baby. The boy reached his tiny hand towards the women as they tried to pick him up. He latched on to her finger and she sighed in relief. This was premature, as right after the baby expressed phenomenal strength and bent the women’s finger back, breaking it. She screamed in pain and backed away from the wagon, clutching her hand. Following her lead, the crowd gasped, beginning to disperse. One man began calling an ambulance as the women toppled over, seeming to have fainted.
Time to strike! The girl, stiff and hunched, took large strides across the road. Her menacing stare transformed to the wicked smile as she reached the man still on the phone. He glanced down at her, bewildered as she began slowly pulling the fallen women, struggling, obviously not possessing the same strength as her partner. “Hey! What are your trying to do?” the man exclaimed, pushing her away from the body.
“Don’t worry about it, nor should you bother to call for medical assistance. No form of modern day medicine can help her now.”
The girl started for the body, but the man swooped her up. "This is not a game little girl. I think there is something seriously wrong with her, so I need to get her some help.” His voice became more soothing as he spoke, remembering she was just a girl, no more than 12, even though nothing about her demeanor revealed this.
“Unhand me! Go, cower with the others!” she ordered, referring to the former crowd that disappeared quickly after the baby’s unusual talent. “I have business to attend to, business that I need her for.” With this last statement, she kicked her foot firmly into the man’s groin.
He practically dropped the girl as he slowly squatted to the ground. The child did not hesitate to pull the still unconscious women across the street, then quickly went back for the baby. The man remained curled up in the fetal position as sirens blared in the distance. Reattaching the wagon to the bike, and the women to the wagon, she rode off. The poor lady dragged across the pavement behind them.
Once they were home and settled inside the den, the women stretched across the sofa, and while the baby played with some blocks nearby, the girl took a purple vile from her dress pocket. She hovered over the woman as she unsealed the vile and waved the concoction under the lady’s nose. Huuuuh! Sucking in air, the women shot up, wiled eyed, trying to put together the pieces of her faulty memory.
“Welcome to my abode.” The child grinned as she stretched out her arms as to show off her dark, candle lit quarters. “You are my special guest, and today we will be playing a game of catch.”
As if unaware of what was told to her the women slowly stood up. “What’s… going on?” She clutched her head as she wobbled unsteadily. “Where am… I?” She stopped in front of the boy who was chewing on a block on the floor, “What…?”
“Aren’t you listening to me!” The women was shocked out of her thoughts, turning back around to face the girl. “Enough with all your pointless questions! The sooner you play, the sooner I will let you free.”
“What is going on?” The women exclaimed, color coming back to her face. “Who took me here?" She almost tripped over the baby as she trotted backwards out of the living room. To her right was a grand entrance, chandeliers hung over head shinning with candles, and a large double wooden door painted violet. She bolted to the doors.
“Oh no, you mustn’t do that,” the child advised, strolling out of the room. “Don’t you want to play?”
The women did not listen, nor did she notice that the young girl was not following her. She pulled open the front door and ran out screaming, “AAHHH! Help me! A Daemon girl had got me! Don’t let her get me!”
The little girl stood in the open-door way, watching the women flail down the street, screeching. The baby crawled up beside her giggling. “The fifteenth time she’s done that,” the girl sighed. She looked down at the boy who gazed back at her as if he understood. “Last time I almost made it to the fun part too!” she whined. Still staring out the door, she thought how she should use fire next time.
Before exiting to her bike, she picked up the baby, “But I am beginning to like the sound of that,” she snickered, “Daemon Girl.”
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
