Snippet #1692128

Taryn Reid

“Good Luck…” She heard Lucy, the angel that had given them their glorious bodies back, call out to the cluster of them as the Gates of Earth swung open, blinding each and every one of them with a glaring light. Instinctively, Taryn screwed her eyes shut, the intensity of the light making her vision see the vivid red of her eyelids. When the radiance of the glow had faded, Taryn slowly opened her eyes, letting them adjust to the dimmer light of the Earth.

With a giant smile, she looked around her tiny knot of people, seeing that everyone’s bodies were back. When her eyes fell upon her brother, the smile faltered, a frown taking its place.

“Remi, what are you doing here? You didn’t die…” she trailed off, remembering how she happened to die and a flood of unwanted anger surged through her, her vision glowing red, “You killed me, not the other way around. Why are you here?” her eyes narrowed in an attempted to calm her anger down. She was never like this, and it irked her to be so.

Deciding that it would be best to look away from the target of her aggravation, Taryn glanced at the rest of the group with little interest, another aspect she was not used to. Usually she was investigating every little thing, curious to the world around her. Apparently death changed that.

Turning her body back to Remus, Taryn wrapped her arms reluctantly around his middle, embracing him in a loose hug, “I don’t know how you died Remi, but I am glad you’re here with me now…and that you didn’t kill her…” she added as an afterthought.

Instantaneously another wave of intense anger and loathing filled her body and she took a step back quickly staring at her brother, eyes filled with astonishment, head tilted sideways. With a displeased frown and a shake of her head, she once again shifted her body away from him, going as far as to take a few steps away from him to distance herself.

The distance gave her an opportunity to look around their environment. They had appeared in an alley way, right off a major street in Tokyo. The walls were a drab gray, draining the rest of the area of any color. Others must have felt the same way because when she looked closer it was decorated with graffiti and other bright decals. Her weight shifted from one foot to the other, the gravel dirt cracking under her boot-clad feet, dust settling on them, making her sigh gently.

Striding away from the group, mainly from her brother, Taryn contemplated what she was going to do here while on her stay at Earth. Lucy said that she had unfinished business, but the only thing she wished she could have done was spend more time with Caprice, to tell her good-bye. To…her dying wish was to…to stop her brother from killing her, was it not?

Taryn’s head snapped to gaze at her brother, who happened to be looking back. A much more demanding and vigorous animosity gushed through her and she stumbled forward, her knees landing on the dirt painfully, her hands gripping her head in a tight hold. With a soft whimper, Taryn felt the energy deplete from her and she yawned, standing up slowly, swaying on her feet. With another yawn her eyes closed and she drifted off into a sleep, unaware that she was in an alley with other people around her.

Finally, stop trying to smother me, it won’t work, idiot girl She sneered, her eyes narrowing automatically. With a glower she admired her surrounding, her nose scrunching up into a scowl at the destruction other children had done to the perfect gray wall. With a roll of her eyes, Tahni looked over at Taryn’s brother, Remus, and sneered at him while he wasn’t looking. As she took a step forward, she noticed the boots she was wearing and grumbled lowly. White boots, in a filthy alley? Not suitable at all. Stupid-ass-girl, how much more idiotic can one get without being a total mental case? Tahni snickered. Too late, she already was.

Too busy mocking Taryn and her poor taste in clothing, or any fashion in general, Tahni didn’t see Remus approach her and lay a coarse hand on her shoulder. Stunned by the action, she seized his wrist and twisted it away from her, eyes shady and treacherous.

“The hell do you want, Remus?” she spoke his name with pure spite, her grasp on his wrist almost to the point of breaking it. While she was tempted to do so, logic won against her rash decision. What logic won against her, she did not know, but Tahni let his wrist go unbroken; however, sprained was another story.

Remus grunted in discomfort, and managed to yank his hand way with a pop, glaring at her darkly. Tahni lost her pissed look, giving him a conceited smile and childishly flipped him off.

What an asshole. I hate him, that bastard she thought to herself as he turned away from her, back facing her. Tahni stared longingly at his back, imagination running wild.

She walked up to him, a knife concealed in her pants. As she got closer, she tugged it out, and cut a deep slash into his back, blood spraying her clothes in red, her white boots tainted, eyes filled with malice and hatred. Another gash, more blood dripped onto her and staining his shirt a dark brown-red color. She smiled as his knees buckled from under him, gasping in pain. Eyes wide with shock. She kicked him, dirt flying into his wounds, and rolled him over to his back, pressing him there with the heel of her blood splattered boots. Digging her heel into his chest, his breathing became more labored, hands desperately trying to pry her shoes off of him.

With a smirk, she shook her head, applying more pressure, hearing the musical sound of cracking bones, accompanied by screams of agony before they faded out, his breathing slowing to a stop. She had killed him. At last he was good and dead

Tahni blinked and loudly cursed, seeing that Remus was standing right there and her wonderful fantasy was not in fact a reality.

Glaring at Taryn’s brother, she stalked past him, shoving him out of her way forcefully, “I’m leaving,” she announced to everyone, “Don’t find me.” She huffed and disappeared from view, walking down the sidewalk, her temper slowly dispersing, leaving her a relatively calm and approachable person. After about a half hour of walking aimlessly through the streets of Tokyo in dusty, dirty clothing, Tahni surveyed the people around her, picking out the richest looking man in the group. Trailing behind him, she was able to secretly snatch his wallet, no one paying any mind to her. Grabbing his credit card and $80 in cash she dropped the wallet, walking away and stuffing it into her back pocket.

She continued this cycle for quite a while, raking in $200 in cold hard cash and 6 credit cards, as well as some food coupons and other assortments of gift cards, summing it up to be about $500 overall, not including the credit cards.

With a small shrug, she got up from the bench she had happened to be sitting on, after shoving an elder off of it, growling at him.

Walking peacefully, albeit meaninglessly through Tokyo, once again, Tahni found herself a small shopping center. Striding inside, she browsed through the shops, finding outfits that suited her taste and not the dumb girl Taryn.

Coming out of the store 3 hours, and 10 outfits, later, Tahni was seemingly satisfied, and had calmed her temper down even farther, until she was forced to explain to some incoherent jackarse that if he didn’t more out of her way, her new 4 ½ black thigh high boots were going to find a way up his arse.

Wandering closer to the residential area, where most of the houses and some of the high school resided, Tahni spotted a familiar blob of hair pulled into a ponytail. Curious, Tahni followed the moving figure, at an extremely far distance, so she didn’t seem too stalker and creeperish.

Strolling along, she managed to get closer to the person, figuring it was indeed someone of the female race, her long chocolate brown hair wrapped into a ponytail, the ends swishing just below her shoulder-blades. She was dressed in denim shorts with a worn leather belt and a simple white t-shirt.

Tahni scowled darkly at the shoes she was wearing. If this was that one girl…Taryn’s best friend…C-something, then she would have better taste in her…clothing. Right?

Having nothing to do, Tahni continued to follow the C-something girl until they came across a diner. As if on cue, her stomach growled loudly, startling Tahni just a bit. With an irritable shrug, she waltzed into the small diner and shot a glare at the receptionist, growing more annoyed as it took her longer to get her seated. With a yawn, she spotted the C girl again and thought that Taryn would, unfortunately be better suited for this type of situation.

Laying her head on the table, she dozed off, mentally dragging a passed out Taryn to the front of their shared minds and kicked her awake; violently she might add.

“Ouch, headache again, my God they hurt…like…ow.” Taryn rubbed her head, ignoring that she was in an alley when she was last aware. Observing where she was, she saw Caprice and waved her arms widely, not realizing that she was no longer in her normal body.

“Caprice, I found you!” she shrieked, a grin plastered on her lips, giggling loudly, “That was easy…huh!” she continued to laugh happily, while in her head Tahni was wishing she could conjure up a gun and shoot her from inside her brain.

Wait…what brain again? Tahni laughed soundlessly.