Here you go. This is longer than the other two. Just be for warned.
Chapter 3: Spirited Sorrow
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"Shit yo," whispered Todd, watching the shaded figure. It was sitting on a bench just out of reach of the trees with the pond on its right and was being completely soaked by the rain. A wooden box lay open at its feet with the lid next to it. Todd could tell that the figure was female from the size of its bust, made even more pronounced by the way the water made her shirt cling to her.
She wore a simple black t-shirt with black jeans. An old pair of black tennis shoes were tied on her feet with double knots. Her hair went down to her waist and obscured her face from view. Her hand were holding her up on either side, and the skin he could see was unusually pale. Almost as if sunlight had never touched it.
The scary thing about this person were the shadows around her. They twisted and moved around the rain, swirling about her, making her seem either hazy or even clearer. She didn"t seem to notice this, but with each sob they moved in perfect unison.
He had started to breath heavily, not sure why he felt so scared, and started to retreat back into the forest. He didn’t want the girl to know that he had been snooping around her, but his feet had different plans. As he walked backwards, he stepped on and snapped a large twig. In the gentle sound of the rain and crying, it sounded like a gun shot.
"Shit yo," he whispered and stood stalk still. The girl looked towards the direction of the sound, her hair coming away form her face.
She had delicate features and skin that was whiter than bone. She would have been very attractive, if not for her eyes, her deep pure black eyes. They were completely empty. Nothing seemed to be within them, nothing but hate and sadness. The whites seemed to have been swallowed up long ago. The lids were puffy and slightly red from the crying.
"Who's there?" She croaked from the tears in her throat. It was a sad, mournful sound. She coughed and tried again. "Who's there!" This time it was stronger, sounding more human, but still full of sadness. She sat there, scanning the trees. Todd just stood there, scared out of his mind.
"Those eyes yo. Those eyes." That's all he could think. They came to rest on his face.
"Who are you?" She spoke quickly, bending over and grabbing her box and its lid. She then stood, showing that she was about the height Todd would be if he didn’t slouch. He just stared. "Who are you?" She said it again, a bit more forcefully this time.
"I...uh...uhh..." His eyes darted around. Before he knew what he was doing, he tried to jump away, but some kind of force grabbed him and pulled him towards the girl. "Shit," he thought and started to struggle, but there was no way to free himself. He looked down at his torso the see that the very shadows of the trees had wrapped around him like a hand and were pulling him towards the girl. They flipped him upside down so that his swampy green eyes met her black eyes.
"I asked you a question," she said. There was no love in those eyes. Only hate, and something else. It looked a little like fear.
"T-T-T-Todd," he whispered. She looked deeper into his eyes. "Damn this chick's scary yo," he thought to himself. She stared at him for a few more seconds. He tried to divert his gaze by looking into the box she was holding. "Wholly shit yo!" He practically screamed and tried to shrink away, but the shadows held him.
In the box was a spider. Not any ordinary spider; he was used to those at the Brotherhood. This thing was humongous. The legs had to be at least half a foot long each, and the head and body were at least a foot long. Not to mention the fangs; those things were longer that his pinkies first digit. It took him a moment longer to realize that it was dead.
The girl looked down at the box, and then back at him. Again there eyes met, but instead of hate, her eyes were filled with sorrow and tears. She turned around, he hair sending little flecks of water into his eyes. She sat back down on the bench, the rain on her again.
"Go away," she said softly. The shadows rotated him into a standing position and set him down gently. He wobbled slightly when they let him go. He stood there, watching her. "Please," she said. "Just go away." Her voice cracked, and she started to sob lightly. Todd just stood there, dumbfounded. He wasn't sure if he should do as she asked, or stay with her. That sobbing was so sad.
"Yo, I didn mean to make ya feel bad," he said, looking at her back that was now shivering slightly. He took a step forward and heard a crunch under his foot. A small spade sat next to the bench. He picked it up. "I'll help ya dig," he offered. She didn't respond. She just sat there crying. He sighed and placed the spade on the edge of the bench and turned away. About three steps later she stopped him.
"Wait, please. I'm sorry." He turned to see her looking at him. "My name is Sherry Phillips, but call me Kagé. That's what everyone else does." She stood up, and faced him completely, her hand extended. Todd took it.
"Todd Tolansky yo. Nice to meet ya." He withdrew his hand and she reached for her spade.
"Still up to help with some diggin?" She asked, holding it out to him.
"Sure yo." He took it from her, and a slight smile reached across her face. He bent down next to the bench, she crowched with him. She put out her hand and the shadows became a small spade in which she started a hole with. Todd followed suit.
"So you can change shadows?" He asked, looking at her.
"Yep." She looked over at him with questioning eyes. "Are you a mutant?" She asked.
"Yeah. I'm like a toad," he stood up and did a quike backflip in place. Kagé clapped as he gave a little bow. "That's my nickname too yo," he said crouching back down. She smiled. They started to work quietly. The only sounds were the rain and the frogs.
They stayed like that, working silently, stealing a look at each other when they got a chance. Her face still had a slight smile on it. Together they soon got the hole deep enough, and laid the spider to rest. She took her spade and made it larger and flatter, pushing the soil back into place.
"So why are you out here in the rain alone yo?" He asked. She looked at him, her eyes slightly saddened. She walked a little ways away from him, farther away from the trees.
"I like the rain." She said. "It reminds me that the dead are still with us, and that they also cry." She lifted her face to the sky. "That's why it rains, and why I like it." She looked back at him, a sad but nice smile on her face.
"She kinda dark," he thought to himself. He looked at her face. It looked sad again."Ya know what yo?" he asked.
"What?" She replied looking from the sky to him. She had a slight lonely look on her face.
"You're a lot prettier when you smile yo. You know that." He said it truthfully. She blushed slightly, making her cheeks look like she was wearing a little too much blush.
"That's exactly what my friend Kitty Pride tells me," she said. His face fell. "What is it? You know her?" She asked him with a small amount of worry on her face.
"Your with the X-Men?" he asked. A small pit of fear filled his stomach.
"Yeah. Why?" Her eyes searched his expression.
"I'm with the Brotherhood," was his only answer. They looked at each other silently, not knowing what to say.
To Be Continued. . . .
Hehehe. Aren't I evil. You'll just have to see if this will change anything. Also, if there are any questions about the spider, they'll be answered in the next chapter. R&R.