Nothing made sense. She wanted it to make sense. What was she supposed to do?
The baby that squeezed her hand, who was she? They blinked at her and she was still.
Where was her sister? It didn't matter if they weren't related. Who was Chava? She couldn't help but stalk her.
She came up from the basement area and followed Chava to the kitchen where she retrieved a knife from the dresser. She followed her upstairs and went to the room she knew as Davea's. "I can't take no more!"
Cedrica stood outside the door. She heard screaming and deep tones. "One more for me bitch!" She knew the sounds all too well. The headboard of the bed hitting the wall. "Let me get in there, man."
She peaked inside the room. A woman with dreads covered her face with a large man on top of her, choking her. He got off and Shiloh coughed, she attempted to roll out the bed to only be pinned by another man. "We done this shit before. You like parties." He got on top of her and planned the assault. "I DON'T WANT NO MO"
"But we need another and your body is the best." claimed a nigga with his hair slicked back and wrist stitched wrist. "Plus the other one Chava was holding was stillborn."
"GET OFF ME!" the bed broke. "DAREION!"
"Remember I don't want that ass no more?" he lit a cigarette and put it to his lips. Cedrica covered her mouth and nose. 'What are they doing?'
"We got Alex, like you wanted." he rolled his eyes. "Now give me a son. Shit bitch, I go for hours and hours watching you loose energy."
And the bed creaked.
Cedrica came away the door and it closed on its own. The house was dark again, she went downstairs. "I have seen things about you?" Cedrica bumped Hatch's leg. She looked up, "What the fuck do you want!"
"I want to show you. How fucked up your lie is." he said bluntly. "It's sorry as hell."
"What does a woman getting raped have to do with me!"
"It's your mother," he bent his body forward. "You are the bitch's child."
"I don't know her!"
"But you do. That's your mother, Shiloh McCoy. Though, she's changed her name a dozen times. Davea is your grandma."
"She just has wrinkles--"
"And you went into the apartment. Still love Vijay?" the mannequin smirked. "You just blocked all that out? I need you to remember--"
"Why the hell do I have to!"
"Your father is looking for his heir. Remember you're a blinking baby."
She backed away to the third step of the stairs. "Do you know what you are?" the mannequin smiled. "A girl." she sassed. "The antichrist. Its different in the hood. Your daddy made you the antichrist."
"No I'm not."
"You are. With the help of your mother, Shiloh, Shy. You were made to be a wife."
Cedrica drew her lips in. "Not to fuck your father. But, to conquer. All you need is king."
"I'm fine." she swallowed. "I just need my sister!"
"She's Monty's kid, she's dead."
"FUCK YOU!" she screamed. "Tori's ok! She's just-- she's just… chunky! She just need a snack, she got anxiety!"
"You have anxiety. Stop using your sister as a mirror."
"I'm fine!"
"Aren't you just the strongest little retard."
"Fuck you again and again!"
"I have no ass. Nor body. But you do. I'm just a soul."
At this time, she should have her shit together but she wanted to pass out and vomit. She had no idea what was happening. He said she was the antichrist. The antichrist was a demon, wasn't it?
"Judas. Do you know the tale?" Hatch said. "The hood version is different. What we say is that Judas himself posed as Jesus after he was arrested. True or false."
She didn't answer.
"This is the side of the realm we don't talk about. The East Side. We got too much damn water. But there is plenty of land or here."
"What does it have to do with me!"
"I already fucking said so…" the mannequin changed into a cat's head. "You are the daughter of a terrorist."
She noted one thing in her head, she didn't know her father. Who the hell was her mother? "The daughter of a terrorist. As much you get killed you ignore death. Why don't you die?"
Cedrica had no words.
"shiloh is your mother. Dareion is your father. She did something to you. You can't die." Hatch approached her. "She dropped you. Thought it was fun, Dareion; well, he dropped you. They dropped you, crack skull. Dareion threw you, still alive. Gave you HIV pills, drunk bleach, sick as hell. Shiloh said stop."
He had no eyes to look for and that was the most annoying thing. He wasn't talking about her because she didn't remember. "He shot you, five times, shot you seven times, still here. How?"
"You're lying."
"Alexis. That's what he called you, but mama says Cedrica…" told Hatch. "What a sad fucking life you have. You don't remember shit the right way. Grandma got her back blown out."
"Grandma?"
"Davea. Tori saw him. All you do is cry…"
"Davea… is…"
"Not your mother. Shiloh is… Davea is a dealer. How she can be mad at something she created… is strange."
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Torielle seemed to blink into existence. "Where am I now?" she could see, thank God. Time was funny in the realm. It moved a lot slower than the east side.
Tori saw Cedrica, she saw the car pull off and Cedrica falling behind it. "Cece!" her soul floated after it. 'That's the nigga that shot me!'
A father shooting his child? That's … not abnormal. Sometimes she saw news reports on the TV or computer. But why her? If that was her daddy what did she do to make him so mad?
Torielle hovered above the car, watching it make turns and taking consideration for the traffic light. With that in mind the nigga time. What was he doing? She had to find out why he shot her.
If she was soul, could she possess him?
By the time the car stopped, she was in Manitoba. The car drove on the land of Churchill, Canada. Torielle had never been this far in Canada. Montgomery was near Miss Piggy Plane Wreck. The plane had a ghostly aura around it.
Torielle watched him exit the car and go to the truck. He pulled out her body. She dived close to him to hear him say, "Imma put my baby back together. I won't let the white devil take ya."
"The white devil?" she traveled behind him.
There wasn't anything in the old wreckage but he sure made it out to be something. A broken CD from The Clovers and half a record from the Five Satins. A dirty McDonald's paper bag and a rubber tub with a daily collection (that). A portable shower stall, a heap of clothes and a pair of boxers with a hole in the ass plus a pair of red boxers that had half the leg tore off; also five shirts that were all white. A set of neatly folded black jeans and a black leather jacket with a bullet hole in the right breast pocket. On the back of the jacket, about eleven bullet holes.
Montgomery set up four large mattresses that could be described as (starting from the bottom), torn, white, yellow memory foam, and a tempur-pedic at the top which at this point severed no fucking purpose with the acknowledge of the inners that belonged in the mattress.
"this is where he sleeps?" She noted that there was circle made from chalk and salt.
He threw Torielle's body on the circle. "And I got a nice strong body for you pumpkin. It's note white or Mexican." he exited the plane. In front of the plane where four graves he made place randomly. The closest to the plane was off to the left side coming out.
He placed down a sheet of paper to identify the person. He typed it in the library.
Name: Shelle Hill
Age: 23
Sexuality: Dyke
Religion: None
Cause of Death: I did it.
Job: high school drop out
Family: Apparently has a sister
Phone number: 815-xxxx-5555
Race: Black
Birthday: 4/17/xxxx
Montgomery dug up the body with his hands. He pulled out a woman with a belly over her vagina and big feet. "She's a good 5'11" he placed the body over his shoulder. "I still want a little girl and everything. I think wanted to be transgender or something. So, she ain't got breast. I don't want you being fast. That's what ya mother was." he walked back to the plane. "Bitch had a good size on her but I want a little princess. How about that?" he asked Torielle's new body.
"What is wrong with him?" Tori exasperated. "A little lynching princess. Lesson one, you gotta tie the hands. You just don't know you come from a good line of hunters."
"Hunters?" She did NOT under any good sense want that. "Your grandfather would be proud. The old name is dead but we come off a broke line. Not much difference in it. Hellshire. Torielle Hellshire--"
"McCoy you dirty ass--" she shouted.
"I can hear your spirit singing joy." he smiled.
Torielle's soul shook, "I AM A CHILD OF GOD!"
Once the body was in its place. He threw a match down on both bodies.
"Body to Body."
"What in black fuck's name!"
"As we lay with the wicked and risen. Burns do not hurt us, as the antichrist," he bent to his knees. "Busejia."
"Who the calm akins is Busejiii-whatever--" he stopped. Her middle name was Bumigida.
"I give you a body for I serve you. For I worship you. I give you a body so that you may walk again." He couldn't let that black ass nigga have anything. He was right in tradition. He knew the How, the what, the when, where, why, and who. "Busejia!" he called out. The plane darkened spirits collected around the body.
"Take this vessel as your own. Bring my daughter with you!"
The spirit circled Torielle. "She is here…" it echoed.
"Bring her into this body, I beg of you!"
"Give us blood…" chimed the spirits together. Montgomery went in his pockets and slashed his palm. He squeezed his hand. "Drip the blood on the bodies…"
He paced to the bodies of Torielle McCoy and Shelle Hill. Their faces were red and the spirit chortled.
"UGH!" Torielle felt her soul vibrate. "It's cold…"
Hissing behind her, the soul grew and pushed her into the body of another. "Mine…"
"NOOO!"
It was a different world. She dived into her own flesh and she was in a sea of blood. Able to see what was around, a cloud of red was pushing deeper into the depths. The cloud dismissed. A corpse of herself with fangs. She screamed. "I am you. Art thou… Us and them." Dead Tori bit her neck, and the world turned. They went from falling to ascending.
And she yelled.
She fought.
She died.
She had given up her body.
The eyes flashed and she sat up straight.
"Tori…?" Montgomery cried. "Torielle baby!"
Stop calling me…
"It is her…" said Shelle, said Busejia, not Torielle.