Eyes as black a the deepest pit.
Heart the hardest stone.
Soul as dark as an ancient crypt,
Best leave him alone.
She'd sputtered through that awkward rhyme as a child, never really sure what it had meant. Mal had taught it to her when she was still very young, too young to understand what it would eventually mean to her.
The children's ditty rang though Marie's head ominously as she stumbled through the pale, daftly innocent world. She had decided against finding that stupid gun- What a shithead. Guns don't kill demons she mumbled to herself.
Somewhere in the darkness, there was a shed with everything she would need. There were texts that she'd poured over with Dustin on dreary nights like this. They'd chanted in Latin, finding the rhythms of the words as they spilled out into the real world. It was nothing to her now, just spidery entries inscribed on yellowing paper, dying wisps of the passing ages. The beauty of the syllables remained, etched forever in her mind.
Marie brushed the biting snow from the munchkin-sized tin door, fumbling with the metal lock. There was an oil lamp hanging from the low ceiling, drenching the room in a raw, earthy light. Books were strewn in parched piles, tattered volumes lay dusting in every nook and cranny of the cramped space.
Marie swept one of the ornate covers fondly, taking a solitary moment for Dustin. He'd been a dweeb, but… he was her dweeb.
This demon was going to pay for what it'd done to Dustin. For what it might do to Sam…and whatshisface. Danny. Dwayne. Dirk. Whatever.
Slinging a heavy green book in the crook of her arm, fumbling for her rosary beads and a heavy-looking candlestick, she left the place to rot. Why go back there when there was her whole life waiting for her, just around the corner?