I sat on the floor too stunned to move. I couldn’t take my eyes off Zack. He was dead and I was the one who killed him.
I’m a murderer.
True, he tried to kill me first, but I never thought I could do something like that. That I was capable of such violence. Not to mention…
I held up my hands, searching for some sign that the weird energy actually came from them. But they looked normal. Shaking, pale, but normal.
What am I?
The thought shocked me, but I had to be something more than human if I did that? Right? No, that was ridiculous. Nothing like that had ever happened in my life. Not even after I was almost sacrificed. This was a fluke, a weird blip, that was all.
A weird blip that resulted in a body in my living room.
I had to call the cops, try to explain this to them. Now that Zack was dead, he looked human again. Would they even believe me when I told them he was a demon?
Of course they won’t. What am I going to do?
Panic filled me as I pictured myself trying to bury the body in the woods. Shit, were there any woods near here?
Someone knocked on the door and I screamed. Clamping a hand over my mouth, I tried to hold it together. It could be Lola. I couldn’t get her involved in this.
What am I thinking? It’s probably the cops.
Who knew how much noise we made when we fought. The super likely called the cops to investigate. Though it was fast for them. How long had passed since Zack died?
I need to stay quiet and they’ll go away.
There was another knock. The cops would announce themselves, right? I got slowly to my feet, silently urging them to go away. I couldn’t go to prison.
The knocking stopped and I wondered if they were gone. Taking a step toward the door, I leaped back when the door swung open on its own. It was locked. How the hell did that happen?
Two men came into the apartment. They were both in the mid-twenties, with dark hair. The one wearing glasses carried a device in his hand that was beeping wildly, while the other wearing the loud Hawaiian shirt looked around the room.
“Who the hell are you?” I cried.
Hawaiian guy looked at me with disinterest, while his friend spotted the body. “Here he is.”
They moved to Zack and checked him over.
Oh God, are they working with him?
“Did you do this?” Hawaiian guy asked.
Raising my hands, I backed away. “I didn’t mean to. He tried to kill me.”
He looked mildly impressed. “Well, saves us the trouble. We’ll take it from here. Grab his legs, Rufus.”
They moved to pick Zack up.
“What are you doing? Who are you? What the hell is going on?”
They shared a look. “Relax, we’re like you,” Hawaiian guy said.
“Like me?”
Rufus stood up and waved the device at me. “Witches, obviously.”
Witches again. This had to be some kind of prank. Or a nightmare. Oh God, maybe Zack drugged my drink and this was all some weird trip. That made sense. Much more believable than demons and witches and weird men who looked like Ghostbuster rejects.
They picked Zack’s body up.
“No, you can’t do that. I have to call the police and explain all this.”
Stopping, they stared at me like I was nuts. “Yeah, good luck with that.”
Rufus sighed. “She clearly has no idea what’s going on, Donavon.”
Hawaiian guy or Donavon rolled his eyes. Dropping one of Zack’s legs, he rooted in his pocket and pulled out a business card. “If you want answers, give us a call. But we’re taking him now. You’re welcome.”
With that, he picked up his other leg and they carried him out of the apartment.
The door slowly closed after them. Everything that happened hit me all at once and I felt my legs give out. I was unconscious before I even hit the ground.