Long, now completely dark brown hair, empty green eyes and an unsmiling mouth.
The woman in the memoires of the soul I had come to reap, definitely belonged to my sister Jazzy.
Why the hell did she kill this woman?
I ask myself that as I finally locate the small soul hiding in the corner by the A.C unit. And who was that other woman with her? The sight of the horrible, mutilated body now made me feel slightly sick to my stomach, because my sister had played a hand in making her look like that.
"...?" Shit. I close my eyes from my still squatting position by the A.C unit. I knew that voice, and I knew that weird language she was speaking that I couldn't understand was her saying my old human name.
"Hello, Jazzy." I turn to face my sister, who is standing in the hotel room entry way now, her eyes fixated on me. I flinch a little how old much older she looked than she had five years ago. Her eyes didn't look as bright and hopeful, she no longer had the honey, sun-colored highlights in her hair, and her face looked like it hadn't smiled in at least a decade.
"Is that really you, …?" I nod, running a hand through my hair and watching her carefully as she approached me.
"What are you doin' here, Jazzy?" I ask, giving her a defeated look. I wasn't ready for this conversation, shit, I wasn't sure I ever would be.
"I… I'm here for you, …"
I shake my head. "You can't be here for me. Tell me you did not murder some innocent woman just to get to me." I curse under my breathe as I see her choking back sobs. God damn it, now my sister's soul was ruined. She had killed another living human, just so she could see me. How did she even that was she needed to do?
"We've killed more than one innocent person to get to you." My eyes dart to the other woman who enters the room too. She had been in the vision, the one with long, straight black hair. She looked weirdly familiar…
"You're that girl I saved." I finally say, pointing at her a little. "How the hell did you two even find me?" My sister takes a step closer, but I don't embrace her like I thought I once would if I ever saw her again. I don't understand what's happening, I don't even trust this is really my sister, to be honest. This woman in front of me felt raw and wild, dangerous and crazed.
"That was you that day, in your apartment, wasn't it?" Jazzy asks me, desperation clear on her face. I shake my head a little. I knew she recognized me. I had been hoping she had just forgotten about it, like Aster said she would.
"Why Jazzy? Why have you been trying to find me?" I step forward to grab her shoulders, flinching a little at the dark circles under my younger sister's eyes. She looked ten years older than me now. I could feel guilt swimming around in my gut. I had done this to her. I know that. If I had never gone home that day, she would never have seen me and would've thought I was dead like I was supposed to be. She could've had a healthy mourning period for me, and then moved on, only to think about me on my birthday and holidays. That was the way it was supposed to be for her.
"Because you're my brother, …" She falls forward and hugs me, and I sigh but quickly wrap my arms around her. She feels different than I remember. Less soft, more like she had actual muscles under her clothes now. "You looked so much different, but no one calls me Jazzy except you." She's shaking in my arms. "Our parents said I was crazy, they tried to lock me up." I scoff, holding her tighter. "But I knew I wasn't seeing things. I knew it was you."
"But why did you kill that woman?" I ask, pushing her back a little so I can look her in the eye.
"That was my fault, so don't be mad at her." The other woman says from beside us. I shoot her a look. "The day you saved me, I saw something I didn't think I was supposed to." I raise a brow at her. "I saw some kid, with white hair, slicing open what I now know was a portal." I scoff, shaking my head at York's careless mistake. I still wanted to know how they remembered all this at all. I was told humans couldn't remember us if they weren't exposed to us every day. "It took me a while, but eventually I found a group of people who had a lot to tell us." She throws her arm around Jazzy, pulling her slightly towards her.
"What did they tell you?" I narrow my eyes on her a little. She was a lot different than the last time I had seen her, too. We hadn't talked much, but I had gotten a shy, quiet vibe off her all those years ago. Either I had been sorely mistaken, or she too had changed emotionally over the last five years.
"They told us about Reapers, and how they travel between worlds. When your sister here told them about how she swears she saw you, but a demon-like version of you, combined with me telling them how you had died to save me, they became convinced you had become a Reaper. They told us if we really wanted to find you again, we would need a soul for you to come for." I shake my head and look at Jazzy.
"I can't believe you murdered someone to talk to me." My voice sounds disappointed, and I see her flinch.
Her face turns up to me, and her eyes look desperate. "You have to understand, …, everyone thought I was crazy. They all told me they had seen your body; you weren't alive. But you're my brother. No one else has ever cared about me like you have." I look back down to the other woman.
"What's your name?" I ask. She smiles a little, and I cringe. I recognized that smile. I've seen it on a hundred women before. It was excited, and flirty. It was trying to get me to look at it, draw me in.
"I'm Tabitha. And your name is …?" I shake my head a little. The power that keeps me from learning my human name is absolute, so every time one of them says it, all I hear it garbly gook.
"Not anymore." Jazzy looks confused.
"What do you mean?" I shake my head again.
"None of this is important. You two need to get out of here. You realize there's a horrible murder scene in this room with your fingerprints all over it?" I turn Jazzy around by the shoulder than, walking her towards the exit. "I need to take care of this soul, and you need to move on from me." I say sternly. "I'm not human anymore, Jazzy. I'm not your brother anymore, and you need to live a real life."
"Wait-" She's about to turn and argue with me some more, when suddenly the hotel door is being kicked open, and three men in all black gear are standing on the other side. Their faces are covered by black masks and eye shields coming down from their thick looking helmets. They have guns I've never seen before in their hands, they look like something out of a video game, to be honest. They have clear chambers with pods of glowing blue liquid in them. I already knew regular bullets hurt like a bitch, there's no telling what those suspicious as fuck orbs could do.
"What the fuck." I mutter, my eyes scanning over them as I push my sister behind me.
"Who are you?"