The Eye
Chapter 5: Trying to Find the Truth
(7pm at Old Asia Lane)
Trixie drove along the street where Tad had accidentally killed the teenage Asian girl by hitting her with his car. She had found out from a passer by that the road was called Old Asian Lane and it had gotten that name because it was mainly populated by poor and barely working class Asians. It wasn't a popular area and few people really knew about it. The biggest reason being that since the town itself (called 'Old Asia') was very self-sustaining, most didn't even step out of the town within their lifetime. And those who did when they mentioned that they're from 'Old Asia' a majority of those they told believed that the person was either from China or Japan not America.
Trixie kept driving as she headed for the poorest area of the town. She remembered how the teenager looked and it was easy to conclude that she was VERY poor. Trixie had disguised herself as a lawyer. She wore a black suit, black low heeled shoes, red lipstick, red nail polish and pair of light brown sunglasses. She also placed her hair in a bun to look more professional. Usually she had others style her hair but since she wanted to sneak out, she had to do it herself. She found it rather annoying but what was able to cope with the hope that she'd find out what was wrong with her.
Twenty minutes later she entered an area with shacks strewn everywhere along with garbage and all sorts of old things. She tried to drive through but found it impossible with the tiny spaces where three persons could barely walk through side by side. Trixie parked the Rover near a small wooden shop. She exited carefully and looked around. People were moving by as if on regular business. Most of them wore tattered looking or dirty clothing if not both. Only a few passed by with clothes that seemed new or just recently used.
Trixie walked around looking at everything like she had entered a different world she didn't want to be in. Then she saw a picture on a small market stall, but then she noticed that it was on lots of places and then decided to take a closer look. The dirty looking poster showed the face of the girl Tad had hit. Trixie gasped and stepped back.
"Um Excuse me," Trixie said to the female vendor, "but who is this?" she asked and pointed at the poster.
The vendor looked at the picture, then her eyes grew small with burning hatred.
"Witch," the vendor snarled.
"Witch?" Trixie asked in confusion, "her?"
"Yes," the vendor confirmed, "killed my mother," she revealed.
Trixie gasped. What kind of monster had she and Tad knocked over.
"Kept claiming she saw things," the vendor whispered as she added more items to her stall, "saw people dying and couldn't stop it," she continued, "liar," she spat, "she was always around when death happened, always."
Trixie gulped. This was very bad.
"So what happened to her?" Trixie asked.
"Dead," the vendor said simply, "some driver hit her and drove away," she told Trixie, "did us all a favour," she added.
"So no one wants to be compensated or is angry about her death?" Trixie pursued.
"Her mother," vendor said dismissively, "Miss Reiko Himori," she said, "always defended the little monster."
"Well thanks," Trixie said then took out a twenty out of her purse, "for the info," she told the vendor who looked shocked as she took the money from Trixie's hand, "um, bye," she added and hurried away.
Trixie asked directions until she came to Miss Himori's house. Then she knocked carefully on the small wooden shack.
"Hello," a small voice said and it sounded scared.
"I'm Trixie, I'm here about your daughter's accident," Trixie told her, "the driver wants to compensate you."
The door suddenly flung open. Standing there was a thin black haired sickly looking woman. But right now the angry woman looked anything but the weak kind of sickly,
"So the driver thinks that he or she can buy me off!" Miss Himori cried furiously, "well they can't!" she declared, "I've lost my little girl and nothing will bring her back."
"That's why the driver wants to compensate for it," Trixie said.
"I don't want your money," Miss Himori told Trixie, "just leave me alone," she said.
"Okay," Trixie said, "um what's this about her being a witch?" she asked.
"She wasn't a witch," Miss Himori defended her daughter, "she was just…all I know is that she kept seeing things and wouldn't stay away from the area," she blurted out, "even when I locked her in she'd always sneak out and run to see what would happen," she continued, "and just when she reached the place someone died," she concluded.
"Did anything else happen?" Trixie pressed.
"It only got worse," Miss Himori said, "she also claimed to see dead people everywhere, ghosts."
Trixie gulped.
Will that happen to me? (Trixie's thoughts)
"So how did she get it?" Trixie asked.
"I don't know," Miss Himori admitted, "there was just never a cure," she told Trixie, "Goodbye," she said and closed the door before Trixie could say anything else.
Trixie stood there for nearly five minutes then decided she just had to head home.
I NEED to find a cure for this! (Trixie's thoughts)
Done
Death's Soulmate: I've been having writer's block. I'm not sure when I'll update again. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and please review.