Chapter Three
Killer Moves
Yet another school day; to Willow it was pure torture despite
that she did have friends there to keep her company. Willow adjusted the strap of her
worn bag, trying to balance the heavy weight of it on her shoulder. Why did the
school system have to make the books so heavy? It’s not like she’d be using all
the information anytime soon in her life, or in her lifetime, for that matter.
“Hey, Will.”
She found that just when she
was glazing away into her own thoughts, Viola showed up, unexpectedly.
“Hey, Vi.”
The next couple of minutes
were filled with total silence. Viola respected that she didn’t like to talk on
the way to school, or anytime else for that matter.
“Guys, hey!”
“Oh, great, here comes the
lovelorn puppy dog,” Viola whispered to her grumpily. Willow smiled. It was so obvious
that Al had a little crush on her. Viola was a cool girl, very laid back. She
respected that Willow didn’t talk often. Viola
was much like her.
“Hey…Viola…Willow…” Al greeted
softly.
Simultaneously, both Willow and Viola said, “Hi, Al.”
“So, uh, what’s up?”
Willow shrugged. “Nothing much.
Same old, same old.”
“I wish it wasn’t the same
old. In fact, this place is starting to get pretty boring compared to the
library.”
Willow grinned. Al’s puns never
ceased to cheer her up. Especially on a Friday.
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The phone rang just as Willow finished up her Algebra.
“Yeah?”
“Hey, Willow. You wanna have
some real fun tonight?”
“Where?”
“I found this really cool club
downtown. Called Blanca or something.
You in?”
“Don’t we need…ID’s to get
in?”
“Will...don’t worry. I’ll take
care of that. You just worry about what you’re gonna wear.”
“Well…”
“Will, c’mon.”
“I’ll go.”
“Oh yeah!”
“But not because I wanna have fun.
I’m just going to get you off of my back.”
“Right…I’ll see you then.”
There was a click and the dial tone
droned. Viola set the phone down on her desk and continued typing on her
computer. She narrowed her eyes as she strived to get the details on fake ID’s
just right. She smiled as PhotoShop did its job well. She printed out the ID’s
and checked to make sure that they were covered in plastic. Satisfied, she
threw them down on her bed and rummaged through her closet for a decent outfit
to wear.
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Allister just couldn’t shove
the image of Willow out of his mind. Yeah, he
would admit it. He was going gaga for her just like all the other guys were. Al
rubbed his temples. His head throbbed with a sharp pain.
“Jeez, must be all this
history Mr. Montague assigned to us,” he said to himself. Al got up to get some
Tylenol from the bathroom. As he choked the pills down with a glass of tap
water, he noticed his reflection. God, that couldn’t be him. But it was.
Staring back at him in the mirror was an Al whose
skin was unnaturally pale and had dark rings under his eyes. It must have been
from all the obsessing he had been doing lately. Just over one girl. No, she
wasn’t just any girl; she was special. He could feel it, sense it from within
his soul. Something suddenly triggered inside of him. He wanted to call Willow.
Al picked up the phone, the
dial tone blaring. As he pressed each number, he got more and more nervous. It
began to ring.
“Please be home,” he chanted
over and over again.
“Hello?” a high voice asked.
“Hi, um, is, uh, Willow home?”
“Who’s this?”
“I’m Al, a friend of hers from
school.”
“Really?” The voice sounded
interested. “Well, Willow isn’t home right now, but
when she is, I’ll tell her right away.”
“Okay. Thanks. Bye.”
“Bye.”
He felt a pang of
disappointment as he hung up. Al was beginning to think that he was becoming
more like a stalker everyday.
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Willow had simply slipped on a
black turtleneck, a pair of black pants, combed her messy hair, and told Mike
and Aggie that she was meeting Viola for a study session. Thankfully they hadn’t asked her where. They
would kill her if they knew. Willow ran swiftly down to the
corner of the Papa John’s. The enticing aroma floated around lazily on the
breeze like a drunken bird.
“Hey, Willow,” said a voice behind her.
Willow turned to see Viola done up with only a bit of makeup and a punk outfit
that featured a white sleeveless shirt with camouflage cargo pants, a skull
belt, hoop earrings, and a loose black tie hanging from around her bare neck.
“So, what do you think?”
“It’s…um…very authentic.”
“Admit it,” Viola joked,
playfully punching Willow in the arm, “you don’t know
a thing about fashion.”
“Well…”
“Hmm? Admit it!”
“Alright! I don’t know
anything about fashion.”
“Yeah, I can easily see that,”
she said, pointing her thumb at Willow outfit. “Well, come on;
let’s go to Blanca, but only one
thing.”
“What?”
“Later, I’m gonna have to take
you shopping.”
“How would you pay for it?”
“I have some money saved up.
Come on! Let’s go.”
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It was quiet and mysterious,
like her. So much like her. Willow. Pierce sighed, ruffling
his brown hair with his right hand. Everything felt so…so, well, messed up. He
didn’t know what to do about his feelings for Willow. I can’t tell her. If only she knew. She probably didn’t, and there
was absolutely no way he would tell her. What if Willow didn’t even feel the same
way? He doubted it. Why in the world would such a gorgeous girl go out with an
idiot like him?
Somewhere in the dark, an owl
hooted softly followed by a gust of wind rustling the bushes below. So
peaceful, so quiet, so…cold. Pierce was so busy thinking that he didn’t even
notice that goosebumps had erupted on his arms. He wrapped his arms around
himself for warmth. It was so obvious that Willow didn’t even know she was so
beautiful. Shivering, Pierce began to wish he had brought a coat out. Maybe
someday he would tell her, but, to him, that was an unlikely solution.
_____
Noisy. That was at least one
word that perfectly described Blanca.
Willow could barely hear Viola over the booming music and
noise of the crowd. She had to plug her ears.
“What?”
“I said, ‘Isn’t this the
coolest place ever?’”
“Yeah, right, like noise is
the main priority of my life!”
“Lighten up, Willow!”
Viola gave her a slap on the
back.
“Yeah, whatever.”
Willow crossed her arms. Why did
she even decide to come here in the first place? To her, it was a major waste
of time. Maybe Vi’s right. Maybe I really
do need to lighten up. Willow lifted her bowed head,
listening carefully to the music. She was becoming accustomed to it. Now the
volume didn’t seem too harsh. Willow had heard this band before.
Where, she couldn’t put her finger on it. Now she remembered. The band was
called “Evanescence.” Very cool. It fit her mood perfectly; a little dark, but
not too dark, just right. Amy Lee, at least that’s what she thought her name
was, seemed dark, her voice filled with enough mourning to sound great. She
listened to the song, comprehending the beat, Amy’s voice, and the very lyrics
themselves. She sat down in a stool right by the bar.
“Hey, babe,” said a voice next
to her. There was a man standing right next to her, holding a glass of beer in
his hand. He was about thirty or so, and his dirty-blonde hair was ruffled
slightly and his breath stank of alcohol. Clearly, he was drunk. Willow wasn’t at all surprised
that he chose her to hit on.
“Yer a pritty one, ain’ ya? Ya
wanna kiss, sweets? Cem ‘ere!”
He leaned in to give her a
slobbery kiss, but instead Willow thrust her elbow in his
gut. The drunk dropped his glass, which shattered the moment it hit the ground.
He fell to the ground on his knees, clutching his stomach and gasping for
breath. Nobody around her took notice of
the scene. Willow smirked as she ducked out
of the bar area.
“Nice…you completely got that
guy right in the gut.”
A boy of seventeen or so who,
had Willow apparently run into, grinned and raised his eyebrows at her.
“Thanks. Sorry. Can you excuse
me?”
Willow tried to get away, but the
guy grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. Willow suddenly found herself in
his arms. She struggled to get out, but he kept her locked in place.
“What’s the rush? Have a
boyfriend?”
“Can you please let me go?
You’re hurting me.”
He laughed. “How can I
possibly ever hurt a thing like you? Come on. I’ll take you to somewhere where
we can have some privacy.”
“I’m warning you.”
“You’re warning me? How could
you possibly hurt me?”
He laughed once more. Willow’s eyes narrowed in anger.
“You asked for it,” she
growled.
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Viola shook to the beat,
dancing with a very groovy sense. Just then a guy, a very cute one at that,
came up to her and started to dance. She shook all over, and not just from
dancing.
“I like your style. Wanna
dance?”
Viola was baffled. Usually
guys were either polite to her or just distanced themselves from her, or both.
“Uh…sure. I’d love to.”
“Come on.”
The previous song came to an
end just as a slow, sensual one started up. He took her in his arms. Viola slid
her arms around his neck and his around her tiny waist.
“My name’s Dave,” he whispered
in her ear, his breath tickling it.
“Mine’s Viola.”
“Cool name.”
“Thanks.”
Dave looked into her hazel
eyes just as she gazed into his amber ones.
“You have…,” she caught her
breath, “amazing eyes.”
“You are, too.”
“What?”
“I mean, you’re amazing, too.”
“Does that line ever work on
any of your girlfriends?”
“What? Does that mean it
worked on you?”
Viola smirked and laughed
softly.
“Maybe,” she replied coyly
Dave leaned into her and
kissed her tenderly at first, but then more passionately. Their embrace became
tighter. They practically clung onto each other as they made out. Vi felt like
she was melting into him, them both becoming one. But the moment was ruined just
as she heard a crash on the ground. The embrace was immediately broken.
Willow was fighting with a guy.
She looked like a master at it, while he, compared to her, looked like a
blundering toddler just learning how to walk.
“Willow! What the heck are you
doing?”
But Willow kept on ignoring her as she
landed blow after blow on this guy. She was truly amazing. It was like watching
a ballet where everyone except for him was fighting gracefully. Then Viola was
grabbed by the waist and pulled to the guy’s chest. He held a knife against her
delicate throat. It pressed in so hard that a trickle of blood appeared and
dripped down the skin of her neck.
“Leave me alone and your
friend won’t get hurt.”
_____
Willow launched a sidekick to the
side of the guy’s head. He fell to the ground. His head bled from the wound Willow had inflicted.
Surprisingly, he was strong and oblivious to pain because he shot right up and
didn’t even flinch.
“Severin’s gonna be happy, you
b***h, once I bring him to you. Then you won’t have anywhere to go!”
His fist targeted her head,
but she ducked just in time to dodge it. Amy Lee’s voice pounded out a song
which seemed to fit perfectly into this specific moment. Sweat dripped down her
face. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, urging her to fight. Willow licked her chapped lips and
smirked as the guy lunged a fist at her again. This is too easy. It was very obvious that he didn’t even know what
he was doing. She rolled over just as he was about to punch the living
daylights out of her. Willow quickly dodged him, pushed
him onto the floor, and pinned him.
“Who is this ‘Severin’? Huh?”
Willow thrusted him onto the wall,
her hand around his throat tightening, crushing his windpipe. The guy began
choke and struggle for breath.
“Huh? Tell me, you b*****d!”
“Okay, okay, just let me go.
Please.”
Willow threw him down on the
floor. He slowly got up, placing his hand behind his back. He clinged to a
bystander, who was Viola, and turned her around. From behind his back, he
whipped out a knife and pressed it against her throat.
“Leave me alone and your
friend here won’t get hurt.”
“Let her go! She has nothing
to do with this!”
Willow took an awkward step
forward nearer to him. He dug his knife farther into Viola’s throat; she began
to scream out in pain.
“Please, Willow,” she sobbed, her tears
mixing with sweat and blood. “Please, just go. I’ll be okay.”
“Don’t hurt her!”
“Only if you back off.”
“Aaaah!” yelled Viola as the
knife went deeper into her already wounded neck. Crimson blood dripped from the
cut. Vi groaned in pain.
“Willow, please! Please just
go! Now! Please.”
“No, I’m not going to leave
you,” Willow said in a solid, hard tone.
She kicked his head, which
sent the guy flying backward. Viola rushed over to Willow. Willow shielded her as she neared
him. He suddenly leapt up, trying to slash her open. She ducked, as did Vi,
clutching her slightly cut throat. Willow kicked him once more, and
this time it was in the arm. The guy fell to the ground, clutching his bruised
arm.
“Come on. Let’s get out of
here,” she rasped, pulling Viola out of the club by her forearm. Viola was
breathing hard, perspiration dripping down from her forehead.
“Oh…my…God…what the hell was
that? W-where the heck did you learn how to do that? And who was that man who
attacked you?”
Willow sighed, exhausted from the
fight. It had taken everything she had to knock him out. She leaned against a
brick wall.
“It was nothing.”
“No, no, that was not nothing.
That was something! You were…amazing! I mean, that was so cool! And you…you
just saved my life back there! Shouldn’t you be…Willow? Willow, what’s wrong? Willow?”
Willow was slumped against the
wall, breathing slowly. Her body suddenly gave out from underneath her. She was
weak everywhere. All the energy given to her from the adrenaline started to
drain her. A voice somewhere told her to relax. The figure of Viola became a
blur above her as Willow closed her eyes and blacked
out.
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November…what a time. It was
so close to Thanksgiving.
I wonder what it must have
been like to not have a single worry except for the locals.
Al walked wandered the neighborhood. Every time he
passed Willow’s house, images of her smiling and laughing flooded
his mind. Also, there were the images of her eyes, which haunted his dreams. It
had only been a few weeks since she had begun to attend the local high school,
and already she had made such an impression on everyone, especially the boys.
And especially him. She was so…beautiful and so mysterious.
“Great. Now I’m officially a
stalker!” he muttered under his breath to himself.
Al walked behind a batch of trees near Willow’s house. He let in a sharp
intake of breath when he saw the door open. Unfortunately, it was only Willow’s mom. Funny. Willow didn’t look a thing like
her. This woman was petite with neatly trimmed honey-brown hair and welcoming
blue eyes, while Willow was tall and had ebony hair
and eyes the color of amaranthine.
I wonder if that's even her
real mother.
Who knew? She might be more like her dad. In height
and, possibly, in personality, also. Al shivered. He didn’t know if it was from
the cold or from the icy chill that just tingled down his spine. He didn’t know
if he even cared. Al walked on, not even trying to think of the possibility
that he could ever date Willow.
_____
She was breathing, which was
definitely a good sign, but Vi still didn’t understand where those killer
moves of hers
came from.
I mean, I understand that
she can pack a punch, but…wow.
It wasn’t like that day in the hall when she had
suddenly given Teagan a bloody nose (which she had deserved because of her
bitchiness). She was like a martial artist or something. Viola still didn’t
understand how such a delicate-looking could pull that off. She was awe-struck
as Willow had begun to perform powerful kicks and blows to
that damn guy. She was like a cool combo of a swan-like ballerina and a tough,
punk girl with all the right moves. In fact, Willow had ended up saving her
life, and she owed her for that.
Viola had to practically drag Willow all the way to her own
home, which, thankfully, was empty. Viola’s mom was working late at the bar
again, and probably wouldn’t be home until dawn, which gave Willow time to regenerate. Even
though her mom was busy with work, that still didn’t mean she didn’t have time
to constantly ask Viola annoying
questions. If she had seen Willow she would’ve begun asking
her all sorts of nosy questions right on the spot. Viola in turn wouldn’t know
how to answer. Actually, she
wasn’t even sure that she had an
answer. It had happened all so suddenly that she couldn’t keep track of it.
Viola heard a sound and
turned. Willow was talking, quietly though.
“No…no…no…,” she muttered in
her sleep.
Viola immersed a washcloth in
cool water, wrung out the excess water, and slid the cloth gently over Willow’s sweaty forehead.
“Willow…Willow…come on,
please…Willow, open your eyes, please…”
Just as she took it away,
Willow sat straight up in her bed.
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Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Bing…bing…bing…bing.
The clock began to chime the hour. Severin looked at
the watch on his wrist as he sat in the silence of his office. It was midnight. Figures that his messenger
would be late.
“God. How are you supposed to
do any work around here?”
A shuffling of feet followed
by the slamming of a door called Severin to attention.
It’s about time.
“Enter,” he barked as someone
knocked on the door.
A man of possibly twenty
carrying a suitcase entered the room.
“You’re late.”
“I-I am t-truly sorry. I-I was
detained an-”
“I DON’T GIVE A DAMN! Now,
show me the information I had requested.”
“Yes, yes, right away, sir.”
The man fumbled with the
mud-colored suitcase he had been carrying. He opened it and pulled out a
vanilla envelope that was bulging.
“I-I have i-it right her-”
“Oh, stop your stuttering and
just give it to me!”
The man held out the envelope
and he snatched it. Severin glanced over the contents quickly.
He nodded. “Exceptional.”
“Uh, sir, payment?”
“Ah, yes. Here,” Severin said,
shoving a bunch of hundred dollar bills at him, “do with it what you please.”
“T-thank you, sir…Thank you!”
“Yes, yes. Oh, and wait. How
did my little girl do?”
“She defeated Cliff.”
“Excellent.”
Severin studied the materials
carefully as his messenger exited the room, as if they were some sort of
precious treasures that was worth millions. The glossy black-and-white and
color photos of Willow as Arachne and herself were
spectacular, as were the sketches of her body structure, which were simply
extraordinary. Willow appeared so elegant; even
when she was in combat; she appeared as graceful as a deer, yet she was really
as strong as an ox. Also included were the diagrams of a spider. And a very
deadly spider at that.
“Lovely,” he purred contently.
Severin laughed giddily to
himself. Soon such a fine creature of elegance and beauty would be in his
possession…forever.