We didn’t inspect the death any longer as the teacher arrived, shooing us to stay away from the death scene. I wanted to see more to look at the clues, but Sarah was glad. She grabbed my arm and dragged me to the class, her hand covering her mouth. She was now seemed to want to puke with that pale face of her. She was sweating.
It occurred to me this death would’ve given more impact on her than it would on me. A possessed male cashier had attempted to murder her without anyone knowing. She might looked like she was over it - she was a polished actress, being in drama club and all - but now her hands were shaking. The death reminded her of the one she barely missed. I was sure of it.
I held her hand. “Sarah, are you okay?” I said gently.
“It’s - it’s horrible... what they’ve done to her - why do they need to do that?” Sarah said, putting her other hand on her forehead like someone checking their temperature.
“They aren’t humans, Sarah, remember that,” I said. “Their mentality and everything about them are different than ours. We’re facing enemies that are beyond our understanding. Even I couldn’t believe - couldn’t accept what they did, but they’ve done it. They can do more. We need to stop them.”
Sarah nodded faintly, a sign I hoped was not for decreasing confidence. But it seemed likely right now. I directed my eyes somewhere else. I couldn’t force her to forget about this. I didn’t think she could forget even if she wanted to. Scarlet and Sunglow were quiet. Maybe they understood right now was not the best time to hold a conversation.
A guy came into our class, then. Tall and muscular, he had a dark skin. He looked at us with his tapering eyelashes, messed with his spiky hair a bit, and approached us. His expression was stoic. His moved was sure - no break of hesitation. I wondered what he wanted with us. I was sure we had hid our roles as light companions perfectly.
“Hey, Merah, Sarah. I’m Damon,” he said with his deep voice after arriving at our place. He had looked at our name tags - they were sewn on our clothes - on my scarf and Sarah’s baju kurung. “I’ve seen the scene outside. I know it’s the bad lights’ fault. I’m here to join your side.”
I raised my eyebrows. So he knew about the lights. It didn’t mean he was on our side though. “How do we know you’re not on their side? This is a perfect opportunity to plant a spy among the good lights.”
He gritted his teeth. “I have the light Mauvine in me, and I’m pretty sure I can’t make him talk right now,” he said, his voice a grave whisper, his eyes swept about in a blink, aware of the other students’ presences. “I guess I just have to show you instead.”
He put his hand in front of him and on Sarah’s table, triggering a frown from her. He closed his eyes and assumed a slow rate of breathing, his chest going upward and downward following it. His fingertips started to turn brown, the creamy one, the table’s colour. My eyes widened. The colour started to rise, to consume his skin, going for the length of each of his fingers, before consuming the whole hand. It started to ascend beyond his wrist, but he broke the contact.
It was a careful demonstration as he used his body to shield his hand from public’s view. The area behind us was complete devoid of humans.
“I can turn into anything solid via physical contact. It’s the best proof I can give to you right now but at least you know I’m not responsible for the girl’s death,” he said with a flat voice, dead-on serious.
Sarah faked a yawn. “Sure. I mean, how do we know you didn’t turn full brick, took the advantage of having the element of surprise and pushed her beyond the corridor?” she said, frowning as if thinking. “It’s a plausible scenario, actually.”
He started to fume, going with his increased breathing rate. The suspicion angered him. “After school, meet me at the forbidden place, the one with its ground painted like a road. I’ll show you my light. Both of you can come. I’m pretty sure I’m overpowered.”
Sarah and I exchanged looks, and we nodded in unison. “We’ll meet you there, hotshot,” she said. “Don’t disappoint us pretty girls. The result’s never pleasant.”
He muttered something as a reply, but we couldn’t catch what was it. Eventually he said “Okay” and left, viciously giving a girl who was sweeping the class a sharp “Move!” to stay out of his way. Man, whoever this guy was, I was sure he was worse than me. I meant, I knew I could be boyishly fierce and all, but this was like serious kind of fierce. Hostility. Damon reek hostility.
If he was right being the good guy, we would get another light to help us. His ability to take features of solid objects would provide us some physical strength. We already had Sunglow as our healer. Her power to freeze time would be useful for sure. Sarah could learn that from her anytime. Imran could make illusions. This would be the exact thing we needed if we faced of a huge number of enemies.
And I could move things. Oh, I actually liked throwing things.
A/N: In the previous chapters, I've mentioned about Merah's other best friend, an Indian male boy. I decided to erase him off and introduce a literally new Indian character in here.