No Reliance on Death
relentlesswrath
If she left the situation to the two deities of the afterlife currently talking over tea, whatever is happening would have spread to her home by next week. Worst yet, by tomorrow! Yes, it was best like this. It was not like she doubted the two's abilities--being the gods of the afterlife was no joke at all--but knowing Sitan, the Tagalog god of the afterlife, that show-and-tell moment they were having would lead to tears and laments before it could reach a conclusion.
She could do it herself.
Right?
Krista rounded the corner, taking a quick peek before doing so, and rushed towards the next alley. Being in creepy, dark, and seemingly empty alleyways was not one of her best ideas, but after much contemplation that took an hour, it was better than being out in the open. Out there. Where there was nowhere to hide. Out there. Where they can find her.
But what if they were found in a creepy, dark, and seemingly empty alleyway?
Oh, sh--
Krista flinched and cowered for the inevitable pinch on her ear.
It never came.
Her aunt was still at home, oblivious to what she was doing now.
She was alone.
Maybe. Maybe she should turn back. Not that she was scared. Of course not. Just... cautious. Yes. Cautious was a good word. A good friend of hers always did say being cautious is better than being dead.
She took a step back.
A groan snuggled in her right ear.
Oh, sh--
Shrieking, neverminding the dangers of being caught, Krista dashed away from the alley. Zombies. Alive but dead zombies. They didn't make sense, no sense whatsoever. Scary, freaky zombies. She was going to get nightmares later. If she ever make it out alive, that is.
No. She had to. She slowed to a halt and gathered not just her bearings and her breath, but also her thoughts. They littered her feet, stained with loathsome uncertainty, their edges so sharp they buried into her shoes, the earth, the confidence dashed across her chest. Dwindling, now gossamer. Beneath it lay the realization of her rash actions. She should have left it to Sitan and Hades. Too late now, though.
Two hands over her chest, she moved onward, knees quivering upon each step. "Hoy. Cheshire Cat? Where are you? You said you’d help me."
A grin appeared. "My ‘here’ is the same as your ‘here.’"
"Where is Eris?"
"Her 'here' is not the same as your 'here.'"
"Obviously!"
Chuckling, the Cheshire Cat pointed at a pool of shadows. It was a pool. It was a waterfall. It was a torrent, so terrible and great it stole Krista's breath.
Oh, shit.
