Death Becomes Her  

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Ice-cold rain pelted Jem’s cheeks. She inched forward, her eyes glued to the inverted body lying on the ground. Little by little, the person’s visage grew clearer. A strangled cry burst from her lips. “Oh, god!” Minnie lay before her, her body drained of its blood. Pieces of her flesh were scattered across the ground. Jem’s tears mixed with the rain. She swallowed and knelt beside her sister’s body. With tentative fingers, she curled her hand around the bloodied muscle that was now Minnie’s cheek. “Oh, god, how is this possible? How can someone invert a body like this? What have they done to you? Why didn’t you trust me?” She removed her hand, staring at the congealed blood coating her flesh. Jem swallowed once more and brought her hand close to her nose. The slight scent of bleach invaded her nostrils. “You won’t get answers, you know.” The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She turned in the voice’s direction. “Dimi?” The child nodded. Her cherub cheeks were now red because of the rain. Dimi’s blue eyes sparkled with hidden knowledge. “I followed you.” She pointed to Minnie’s body. “The bleach is supposed to mask the killer’s scent.” Jem frowned. She pressed a hand to her aching forehead. “How do you . . . ?” “Researching that sort of stuff is one of the things I like to do. Bleach can get rid of anything.” Jem groaned. “Dimi . . .” “It means you won’t find any bread crumbs.” An exasperated sigh slid past Jem’s lips. “You know what, I don’t want to know. Dimi nodded once more and sighed. “You scare me sometimes.” The child tugged on the sleeve of her drenched pajamas. She tilted her head, listening to the sirens echoing in the distance. “We should go.” “What about Minnie and the bread crumbs?” “You won’t find them,” Dimi said, walking away. With a final glance at Minnie, Jem followed in her wake. ~*~ Background Image Credit: Canva