53. Keeping a Secret
Can you keep a secret? She'd say and behind her, Patti would laugh, cackle really, before turning into weapon form, landing in Liz's outstretched and. It was her catchphrase, something that made her Liz Thompson. And she'd lean close to the girl or boy they were mugging, gun pressed up against their jaw. She'd grin and her eyes would darken.
They'd nod because what else would they do? Who knows if this crazy bitch will shoot them or what? So they'd dig into their pockets and hand over money and change and anything else of value, running out of the alley with their mouths shut and faces wet.
And Liz would put Patti down and watch her transform back into her human form. Now they had enough to buy pads and maybe McDonalds. They'd have enough to keep them fed for the next day or so.
Her mom used to ask her if she could keep a secret and Liz had nodded, watched her mother take the morning after pills and kill their little sister (or brother, something in her mind supplies). Abortion clinics were too expensive, and she wasn't ruining her perfect figure just to give the kid up for adoption.
Kidd tells her that one night when he's sitting with his back against his door, she on the other side. He tells her that he's scared of losing to the Kishin, of tainting his father's legacy. He makes her promise not to tell anyone and Liz laughs, because like she would.
If she weren't a weapon, Liz thinks maybe she'd be a psychiatrist. Dealing with other people's problems and secrets are far easier than dealing with her own.
So they won't be incredibly long. And I'll be posting some of the chapters I've written now, so expect more!