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Revenge, Pain and Regret
Chapter 6: The Girls
(Ten minutes later at a Ballet Class)
"You're moving too slow," Penny snarled at her partner, "it's Sleeping Beauty not Dead and Ugly," she snapped and stormed off to leave her male partner in the middle of the room looking confused at first then very embarrassed.
"Penny," Ms. McDonald the ballet teacher said to her gently as she came towards the angry girl who now stood in the corner glowering, "you have to learn to dance with kids close to your own age," she told her, "you move too advanced and cause our best dancers to seem slow and sluggish to you," she pointed out.
"Do you suggest that I move as slow as a snail again?" Penny asked pointedly, "this not the first time that I've downgraded my true talent to help give a confidence boost to these misfits," she said angrily and glared around at the other children who were either doing their ballet moves and exercises or glaring at Penny because they knew what she was saying.
"No one's begging you to stay," a girl spoke up suddenly as she practiced on a bar not far from the ballet teacher, "why don't you go back to your old ballet troupe?" she asked with open scorn.
"Maybe because I moved to Endsville or has your pretty head forgotten," Penny asked in a teasing voice usually used for cute babies, "did I ever compliment you on your hair Patrice?" she asked suddenly and Patrice (the same girl) gave her a weird look, "it's so light red and almost glows in the light," she said with a grin, "you must feel so good to be so beautiful," she said simply.
"What are you getting at?" Patrice demanded suspiciously now standing on her two feet instead of practicing on the bar.
"Nothing," Penny told her, "just giving you a compliment that's all," she said sweetly.
"That's it," Ms. McDonald spoke up in exasperation, "I'm giving the part to Patrice," she said and the other students gasped except for Patrice who looked as if she just got her prayer answered by God and Penny who hadn't shown any form of emotion yet, "and she'll keep on getting parts unless you buckle down and learn how to co-operate with your partners," she said seriously, "this isn't a one girl show," she told Penny, "if you can't move instep with your partner than you can't perform at Recitals," she said simply, "now go practice on the bar while Patrice practices the routine with your former Partner Miguel," she instructed and Patrice hurried excitedly towards Miguel who looked just as excited about his new dance partner.
"Why should I?" Penny asked suddenly, "it's not like I'm returning to the next practice," she declared and headed for the door.
"You will not be allowed to dance here again with that attitude," Ms. McDonald countered, "you will never be a great ballerina," she declared, "with that attitude," she added.
"I danced with a master," Penny said simply and the students gasped as Ms. McDonald stood stiff and dumbfounded, "I've long stop having use for your teaching and your school," she told the dance instructor, "in fact," she said with obviously fake sweetness and laughed, "I can proudly say that I never truly did," she said with a child-like giggle and opened the door to leave.
"How dare you tell Madame McDonald that," Miguel snapped with a hiss, "she is an excellent ballet instructor!" he cried in her defense.
"Who said I was aiming that comment at your ballet instructor?" Penny asked frankly, "my ballet partner was a master at and of this craft," she stated and Miguel blushed a deep crimson, "my first ballet instructor was a God," she declared outright then stormed out and slammed the door behind her.
(One Hour Later at Aunt Finesse's Mansion)
Janet ran inside, slammed the door behind her and then leaned on it panting as she slid to the floor. She couldn't believe how close she was to the great Grim Reaper who was the chief designer of her mother's suicide. Which of course to her and the others made him her (Dementia) murderer. She was even more shocked at how much she had harmed him without planning to do so. The problem that she had told the school was 'a condition', did get even worse the angrier she got. But she hadn't expected that her anger to cause him to experience that much pain when he touched her. She suddenly heard his screams in her head and quickly covered her ears and quivered. She was now hyperventilating.
"What's going on?" Kara demanded as she suddenly poofed into the front room, "what's wrong Janet?" she asked more urgently when she noticed Janet hyperventilating.
"I met Grim," Janet stated as she tried to calm down, "he's with that Mandy girl and the stupid boy Billy," she told Kara.
"DUH!" Kara cried, "we've known that for like centuries," she pointed out.
"Centuries!" Janet cried incredulously.
"Years then!" Kara cried instead her purple eyes quickly rolled, "so what happened with Grim?" she asked anxiously.
"I touched him," Janet confessed and Kara's eyes widened, "I touched him while I was angry," she told Kara, "VERY angry," she added and Kara's face showed open shock at first but soon she was laughing.
"Why are so worried then?" Kara asked brightly as she continued to laugh then patted her (Janet) sister on the shoulder and Janet gave her a 'you're so bad' type of look but started to grin and soon bust out a laugh as her own face started to brighten, "you haven't even given Grim a taste of what he's going to get from us," she told Janet, "you've done him a favour by giving him a warning though," she said frankly, "well at least a more physical warning," she added and grinned when Janet looked at her.
"What did you do?" Janet asked her carefully.
"Let's just say Grim's seen the writing on the wall," Kara told her, "well at least the writing on the front lawn anyway," she said as she ran a hand through Janet's red hair.
"You know that the touching hurts you," Janet said to her and sounded tearful, "why do you do it?" she asked, "why not be like Penny, Aunt Finesse and well, all the others?" she asked her sister.
"Because you don't deserve to be a recluse to the physical touch," Kara responded and ran a hand along Janet's cheek struggling not to cringe from the pain that ran through her as she continued to gently touch her sister in with tenderness and sisterly love, "he'll pay for what he did to you," she snarled as she started to run both her hands through her sister's hair and Janet was enjoying feeling physical contact despite feeling plight because of the pain her sister was going through to do so.
"You know that you two look like a bunch of dykes right?" Penny suddenly asked from a short distance away.
"When did you get home?" Kara demanded angrily as Janet went behind her older sister and peeked out at Penny, "don't you have a ballet recital to practice for?" she demanded curtly.
"She quit," a boy who stood beside Penny said simply as he took another puff of his cigarette, "you don't have to let your sister make you feel like you're normal for a few seconds," he said turning his attention to Janet, "I can make you feel normal for hours," he softly declared and let out a laugh as both Janet and Kara glared at him.
"Why don't you go back and guard the gates of Hell Daine," Kara said rudely, "that is your job as a Hell Guard after all," she said formally.
"I'm on my break," Daine stated coldly his sky blue eyes glaring at Kara, "so Janet," he said returning his attention to Janet, "how about it?" he asked and moved his orange eyebrows flirtatiously.
"No thanks," Janet said with open scorn, "even in this boy form you're no more a man than in your true adult form," she stated.
Daine glared angrily at Janet. He stood nearly two feet taller than her, wore a sleeveless leather shirt, black leather pants with a gray cotton jacket wrapped around his waist which covered the silver chain that he used as a belt, black shiny leather boots and gloves without covering for the fingers. Janet never respected him and Kara hated and disrespected him openly. He wasn't going to take crap from them when he was nearly a millennium older than them. But right now he was hanging out with the youngest sister Penny who made herself worth her salt and the fact that she made him take the form of a little boy for some strange reason.
"But it's easy for me to turn into a man isn't it?" Daine asked superiorly, "I've heard that unlike your sisters you never grew older than twelve naturally and have to use your powers to make yourself look older," he told Janet.
"Is this what you do Penny?" Kara demanded angrily, "tell family secrets to this Spirit Hoodlum?" she demanded.
"He's family," Penny declared proudly, "at least he is to me," she stated as the others gave Daine scornful looks.
"I'm not a hoodlum," Daine responded darkly, "in fact I have a proposition for you Janet," he said and Janet raised an eyebrow.
"Not interested," Janet said and disappeared and reappeared in her room at the mansion.
But one look around she made a cry of disgust and disappeared.
(Nanosecond Later Elsewhere)
Janet reappeared in a crowded subway among people pushing and shoving to leave the subway station.
Janet was in now in a black overcoat over a sleeveless black top, gray cotton pants and white sneakers with blue laces. She also wore brown leather gloves, black sunglasses, and a large hat with all of her red hair tucked underneath. She enjoyed moving through crows because she could feel the bump of real live people on either side of her. This way she could feel physical contact without hurting anyone. This was the best way that she could feel normal as a female Goddess who hungered for any form of touch.
Janet enjoyed the little physical contact she got despite the roughness and heartless pushiness of it. She just went along with the flow and remembered for a moment bitterly that she wouldn't have to be doing this if it wasn't for her condition. Her curse to be exact.
I can't wait to get that monster Grim. He did this to me. Because of that stupid fire I can't touch anything without harming it! I have to wear the thickest gloves, the hardest coverings and not even my hair escaped the ability to only cause pain to those who touch it. I can't touch animals, not even plants! My skin feels like a dry wasteland! Always seeing people shaking hands, hugging, skin touching skin in non-relationship and romantic moments that not even I can experience. I just want to hear that we're ready to get that bag of bones and I'll make him suffer. (Janet's thoughts)
When she reached outside the subway station she hurried off to a more secluded street then shook off her coverings which disappeared immediately. She loved the cool wind against her skin and changed the pants to a grey pleated mini-skirt. She saw a boy walk towards her and wave. She smiled and waved back and noticed that he gave her a flirtatious wink.
Do I dare touch him, if only for a second? I could just disappear as he feels pain or better yet I could erase his memory. But no, he'll feel the pain anyway and if me being physically lonely means not harming him I'll do it. I hate my life. (Janet's thoughts)
Janet quickly walked away and she could sense the boy's disappointment. Then she realized that the boy was a teenager.
Why would a teenager be looking at a ... Oh no! Not again! (Janet's thoughts)
Janet quickly checked herself over and noticed that she had made herself look sixteen without realizing it. This usually happened when she had something on her mind. Something nagging her so much her powers did random things without her noticing.
"I know what I have to do," Janet said seriously and disappeared.
Done.
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Please Note: Kara touching Janet does not indicate to any lesbian incest happening between them! If you thought that forget it!
