Beyond Time

Chapter V - Parasite

Dave discreetly side eyed the other body in his shop, it hadn’t been the first time this kid showed up and bought nothing. His concern was rather on her stealing which hadn’t happened yet, but one could never be too sure.

Every item she picked up, he would intensely stare at her until it was peaceful placed back. She wasn’t a problem, not for him at least — for Deni it was quite the opposite.

It was like she was feeding off her every move, everywhere she went — Deni knew that little parasite was following her everywhere, she however did not acknowledge her at all.

Neither did she acknowledge it when there was a loud noise of someone or something falling to the ground, she did not flinch or turn her neck to see.

Given the distress on Dave’s face it had to do with the parasite.

The man had his face covered in pure agony as though he had been the one that fell, it wasn’t for the girl rather his good — junk nonetheless he could still swindle a couple of silvers for people with it.

“f*****g stupid kid!”

Glaring over at the kid, he walked — limped — towards her, his walking stick point at the girl now and again, not completely as he would fall without it.

“Look what you did kid!”

Slowly King backed off with both hands in the air, a clear indication to him that she stole nothing — didn’t matter though, he was fuming.

“Get your f*****g kid out of here.” him hissed addressing it to Deni, who had simply shrugged turning her head away from the scene.

“Not mine.”

“Someone must breast feed it!” he added, collecting the broken pieces into a stack — a real waste of money.

Deni gave him yet another shrug while King looked beyond offended, apart from being rejected had she just been called a baby that needed milk!

“I’m sixteen grandpa!”

“I’m f*****g thirty!”

King pursed her lips, analysing the guy she looked him up and down. “You walk with a stick and also have a hunchback.”

He had about enough.

Getting off the ground, a bit of a struggle that was — it sort of made King chuckle, he was a grandpa.

Dave glared. “Well it’s your mother’s fault!”

“She’s more of a parasite.”

It was now Dave’s turn to laugh and he did, as loud and annoying as he could master just to get on her nerves.

“Hey!” King scoffed glaring at the back of Deni’s head, who simply did not acknowledge her again or at all.

“Hello guys!” Damon appeared, looking around he noticed no one was injured, no blood and no dead Dave. “No one is injured or dead, I mean that’s good right?”

He asked staring at Dave and King mostly because they would have been the two dead, and yes by Deni’s hands alone.

“The map?” Deni had asked staring at the two tubes clinging onto his back like a backpack.

“Ah, right! I missed you too and I’m great.” slipping them off his shoulders, he handed them over with a smile — one that Deni did not return but a thank you was murmured.

Placing them over shoulder, she glared at the kid that had somehow gotten close to her side — too close for that matter.

Damon stared at them back and forth, a bright idea popped up in his head.

“You could use her as a punching bag.”

“Excuse you!” King shouted giving him a glare, and here she was thinking he was better than the one legged lad.

“While you are waiting, you need to train right. We have a room outback—”

“Are you crazy!” Dave cut him off, also giving a glare that wasn’t quite as threatening as that of Deni — King’s glare was more threatening even.

With his index finger over his lips he glanced at Dave, telling the man to shut up.

“As I was saying. She said you should teach her some moves, right? And you need to train but have no partner — we do have some junk you could use out there and that kid seems like a willing partner. Plus Dave is a liability and I’m not going to try fighting you.”

Not at all bad, Deni didn’t think it was. “We start tomorrow.” she spoke about to walk away, up until she noticed the leech coming along, that she glared. “—stop following me.”

“It’s my shop and I say f**k you because you are not—” he didn’t get to say much as Deni kicked the back of his dead leg, causing the man to fall on his knees.

Dave groaned.

Then she was out of sight but not out of mind.

King walked towards Damon, lightly punching his shoulder or at least his arm.

“Brethren!”

“Be thankful.” Damon stated glancing down at her.

“Oh I am!”

Damon reappeared with a small bottle of pain relievers, handing it over to King.

“You’ll need them.” at that both their eyes fell on Dave, simply sitting on the floor — she needed more than pain killers now — a prayer or two maybe every hour. “Trust me.”