Edward's been in a good mood recently, not something I see everyday. In all honesty, I still feel like I should tell him. Tell him what really happened that day, but I'm certain that the truth would destroy him. Today was a rather sad day, the sixth anniversary of our mother's death. Edward usually sulked around, but now that we're heading to Beacon in a week, he's been acting a little nicer as of late.
"Megan, if I had two pounds of turkey, five loafs of that herb and cheese soda bread from Mike's, and a assortment of condiments, how many sandwiches could I make?" He asked.
"I'd say about... nine sandwiches before you run out of meat." I answer.
He smiled and scratched that thought down in his notepad.
"How did I get lucky enough to have you as a sister?" He jokes.
"Because we had the same-" I realized what I was saying and promptly shut up.
I shouldn't mention mom today, Dad and Edward already payed their respects last week. Guess they don't want to keep tormenting themselves with this date. I haven't, though, so I get my things together and head out. In the years since mom's death, Edward has gotten a little... creative. Not only did he manage to take grandpa's old sword and make a pretty cool collapsible pistol sword out of it, he also managed to make me a makeshift flamethrower out of a propane tank, gas pump, shower nozzle, and a lawnmower blade. Unfortunately, I lost it somewhere and had a mechanic make me a similar weapon, cost me every cent I had, but it was worth it. Now, I know what you're thinking, "Why didn't you just ask Edward to make you another one?"
Well, it's not that simple, Edward is what you'd call... emotionally unstable. If he makes something for someone, he expects you to take damn good care of it. If not, we never hear from those people, usually they move because Edward will stalk them.
"I'll be heading out!" I shouted.
"Take the spear with you." Dad said, barely looking up from his coffee.
"I already grabbed it." I reply.
Dad takes a couple of glances at me before returning his attention to the paper. As I made my way to the cemetery, I stopped to pick the flowers from the backyard. The magenta snapdragons that she loved so much, now being used to adorn her grave, it'd be funny if it wasn't so grim.
"How've you been, mom? I've been doing a lot better, I've started studying again and Edward somehow got us enrolled into Beacon." I mumbled to myself as I walked to the cemetery.
The walk here has gotten harder for each year that passes, like a larger weight gets placed on my back.
"We've gotten better at fighting, Edward took on an entire gang and a trained killer immediately after. But..." I stopped in front of the tombstone and placed down the flowers.
A man walked beside me, he had shaggy black hair, noticeable stubble, and wore a white and grey shirt, black pants and shoes, and a torn crimson cape.
"Damn shame..." He said in a husky voice.
"What is?" I asked.
"I knew her, back when we still had to go to Beacon... Well, I don't think she went."
"Who are you?" The man pulled a flask from his pocket and took a sip.
"A friend of your mom's, I already gave my respects last week. Tell your brother that I wish him good luck." He left after saying that.
I found a bench and pondered to myself. What would Beacon be like? Is it really as good as they say? Would Edward do well? Would I do well?
All of this was cut short by the appearance of several people in suits, lead by a man with orange hair, white blazer, and black bowler hat. Along with a woman wearing neapolitan colors.
"Ah, you must be the sister... Megan, right?" The man in white asked.
"What's it to you?" I replied, standing up and keeping a hand close to the boxed up spear.
"I was sincerely hoping to see Edward again, but this seems to be my lucky day. You're just the leverage I need." He snapped his fingers and the men behind him raised stun batons and stun guns. "Come quietly, or we will use force."
BGM: Audrey, start the Revolution! - Anberlin
I spun my spear out and darted forward, bashing four people in the face with a well timed swing. One tried to swing at me as a matter of distraction, another shot in my direction. On reflex, I lifted my hand and a pale pink cone appeared over it, eventually cloaking my body. The electric bolt bounced off the shield like a rubber ball, but the shield cracked a little.
"Gang up!" They shouted.
They attacked without mercy, the shield persisted, however. But with the rate that they are attacking, it won't last long.
"Not lookin' so good, but you've got this."
Rusty...?
The shield spontaneously grew in size, pushing back the ones attacking. Some of them fled, others just stood in awe. They were swiftly handled.
"Damn, what to I even pay them for?!" The man in the bowler hat yelled, he then pulled a two way transceiver from his pocket. "Release the hounds!"
Two helicopters flew in, dropping two cages on the ground, smashing several tombstones. Fortunately, mothers was left intact.
"I'm so sorry, but we can't stay and play for long! But we will meet again, I promise you that!" He shouted as he and the ice cream lady grabbed a rope ladder together and flew off.
"And I'll be waiting." I smirked.
The cages opened, and out of the darkness came two Beowolves.
"Show me what you got."
The Beowolves rushed, I leapt back and spun the lance over my head, folding it into a rifle. Quickly, I fired four shots between the two and dashed away.
"If I'm not fast enough, I'll get skewered! Keep your distance Megan, keep your distance!"
According to those books our family kept on different types of Grimm. Beowolves are easy to fall prey to if you're not careful, and they have an exceptional defense against bullets.
"Fall down!" I demanded as I unloaded hot lead right into their skulls.
The bullets struck with enough impact to cause the Beowolves to flip back at least three times. I stood up, drew a deep breath, and headed home.
"Who were those guys?" I asked to myself, the guy in the bowler hat mentioned Edward, so I should talk to him about it.
As soon as I walked through the door and Edward came to greet me, I grabbed him by his jacket lapels and dragged him to the basement.
"Woah, Megan! You okay?" He asked.
"First, I went to mothers grave to pay some respect. Then some drunk guy shows up, gives my a whole bunch of nonsense. Then some jackasses in suit show up and attack me, bring you up for some reason, and mention a job they had for you. What the fuck is going on, Edward?!" I yelled.
"Roman was there?" He questioned.
"Oh, so you know him?!"
"I don't! Remember when I told you about Sweeney?"
I nodded.
"After he died, Roman and that chick in Neapolitan colors... They offered me a job, they never said what they wanted me to do, I guess I had to take it first. But they mentioned mom and..."
"And what?"
Edward stood quiet for a bit before looking up, his eyes widened and his mouth started trembling.
"The wraith."
I already knew that just thinking about it causes Edward to start freaking out. So my sisterly instincts kick in and I hug him, he admits the memory is a little fuzzy, but he's suffering every night because of the nightmares. Sometimes he says that he sees himself killing mom, and I have to reassure him.
'Either you'll find out what happened, or I'll have to tell you, and I hope to Oum and Duquette that I won't have to.'
My name is Megan Bailey Mercer, and this is the story of a dead man