Chapter one:
The atmosphere was one before a hurricane, calm, but one could tell that something dangerous was on its way. The bare streets were still, nothing shifting on the naked two lane asphalt. The streetlights flickered, unusually because they were the solar powered kind, and the majority of the hours today were filled to the brim with beautiful sunlight. No soul dared to go outside because they would surely never return. They all knew why. Everyone knew why. Legend told that demons, under the guise as twin girls, one a flaming red and the other the ice blond roamed this area, vengeful spirits that would come and eat you. This was the bogey-man story that parents had told their children for generations, but through all of these years they had begun to believe it themselves and eventually no one ventured outside on this day and night.
A teen, no more than eighteen tried his luck. His name was Gabriel Simon. Emancipated since the age of ten, he and his sister Mariabeth (“No one calls me that. Everyone calls me Beth” Beth muttered to herself every time Gabriel introduces them) lived in this little township, making friends and slowly fitting in. Max’s beanie covered head bobbed out of his little Toyota and his head and the rest of his body made their way towards the convenience store that was on the corner of Rackard Avenue and Lot Road where he saw the grocer, a sad looking man with droopy brown eyes and a tuft of hair with an apron on which looked like it was splattered with something black and congealing stood behind the counter laden with candies and chocolates that distracted him slightly. Brightly coloured wrappers shouting equally bright names blasted the young man, and Gabriel had to admit, he was tempted. But he ripped his gaze away so he could get the milk carton and other necessities that his sister had kindly placed on his list.
Milk, bread, coffee, pop-corn…
As Gabriel meandered through the aisles, repeating the list under his breath so he could remember it, he saw the lights flicker, and the sad-looking man swear. Gabriel finally made his way to the counter again and they were scanned by the grocer. Money was exchanged and Gabriel was going to depart.
“The worst night for you to be out boy.” The Grocer said in a malevolent tone that sounded like he was enjoying playing along with this legend. “The twins like boys like you.”
Gabriel had heard about the legends. If it wasn’t so disturbing that the whole town knew and believed the story, he would’ve properly enjoyed it.
“Hm.” Was all the way that Gabriel could reply, a shivering wind ripped through his clothes. Gabriel looked over to the grocer and the grocer returned his gaze.
“Be careful.” The grocer warned as Gabriel walked towards the door.
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Gabriel got home in relative safety. It had begun to get darker and Venus could be seen on the horizon. He killed the engine, exited the car (with the groceries) and made his way through the wind and practically hurled himself into the warmth of the home he shared with his sister. It was a pokey single level apartment that sat on the edge of town on McCain road. It was deliciously warm and Gabriel packed the groceries away and glanced around. It wasn’t this quiet, especially if Beth was here. He was half-expecting bassy music reverberating through the walls of the apartment, but there wasn’t. Something was wrong. He poked his head around the corner of the room to find his sister with the gas heater on two bars, talking to a woman. She was happy, and when Gabriel stood in the door way, the other woman in the conversation was about the same age as he was. The scary thing was, she had seemingly natural scarlet.
“I forgot to introduce my brother.” Beth said. “This is Gabriel.” Beth flung her hand up towards her brother and the expression on her face was a disgruntled one.
“He is what you described him.” The woman complimented, her voice sweet, although not overly, and the way that she smiled reminded him of something. Something from long ago, something dim
in his memory. “Perfectly.”
“Thanks.” Gabriel said, a blush creeping into his cheeks. He didn’t know how to take that.
“I forgot to introduce myself.” The woman said. “My name is Ariadne. But people usually call me Scarlette.” She stood and held her hand out for a handshake. Beth was making a fuss, but Gabriel shook it. The shake was a little too long and Scarlette took her hand back.
“Is it April the third today?” Scarlette asked Beth, who nodded. “That is why the townsfolk aren’t walking around.”
“So you know about their legend?” Beth asked as Scarlette returned to the seat across from Beth. Gabriel was intrigued.
“My sister and I are the main characters of that little story.” Scarlette said with a small smile.
