CHAPTER TWO: A JOB IN ACTION
Ivy was waiting. While she was waiting, she was thinking as well. Today, she decided she was going to kill Anomaly Despair. She had an interesting name, just like how Ivy did. She wondered if Anomaly had changed her name from something else. Ivy had changed hers, but that was because she had to. At the time, there was no other choice for her. She thought about Anomaly again. She was 23, had brownish-blonde hair, green eyes, a good fighter, and she was smart… Interesting. Ivy was kind of hoping that her surprise attack would fail, so she could take on Anomaly. She seemed like a good opponent. Not that it mattered, though. Ivy had magic, and Anomaly didn’t, so it was going to be an easy fight, just like every fight Ivy had gotten in, which was quite a large amount.
Apparently, Anomaly was one of the “good” guys, and liked to stop people who were supposedly evil. She always looked for the good side of people, and often convinced her enemy they weren’t all bad, and then she let them walk away. She let them walk away, for God’s sake. Ivy had hardly believed it when she had read it from the research she had been doing. It made her even more confident to kill Anomaly. Someone crazy like that just couldn’t be alive anymore. It wasn’t possible. Not when Ivy Animosity had been hired to kill them, that is.
Preparing to kill someone was something Ivy had done often. She was consistently being hired for murder after murder. The main step was actually finding someone, in this case Anomaly, and Ivy still had yet to do that. However, she heard that there was a man who might know something, something about where Anomaly was. So, as part of her preparation, she figured she needed to find him. Although, he was an ordinary man who worked at the grocery store in a nearby town, so finding him was simple.
She put on a deep red T-shirt and black jeans, attempting to look somewhat normal. It wasn’t an easy task when you had indigo eyes. Ivy did her best to use her magic and make her have dark hair and dark eyes, and made her skin less pale. She could only keep the disguise up for a few hours, but it was better than having people come up to her and ask if she needed to go to a hospital. She left, and went to go find that man.
She walked to the bus stop. She waited there for about thirty minutes, checking the time on her phone every so often. She was considering just teleporting to the place, but she really didn’t feel like attracting attention when she was trying so hard not to.
Once the bus had arrived, she got a ride into town. She was dropped off from the bus about a block away from the grocery store. As she headed to the store, she thought about how ridiculous it was that she had to go there in the first place. It made her feel like an old person on a shopping spree. Although, if it meant that it would lead her to Anomaly Despair, she figured it was worth it. Besides, it’s not like any one even knew who she was.
She walked in the door to the grocery store. She wandered around the store, pretending that she actually needed something. She was busy pretending to be interested with a can of a disgusting-looking cheese thing when she decided to just go up to the checkout area. The man she was waiting for, Charlie Kleneer, wasn’t at the counter, so she walked up to the other man there.
“Hello,” Ivy said, as friendly as she could make herself sound. It still wasn’t the friendliest thing to hear. The man kind of stood there for a moment, then blinked at her. He had grey hair and looked older, as well as slightly baffled. Ivy really hoped her disguise wasn’t wearing off.
“Hello,” he responded after a while. “Can I help you?”
“Yes, please. I’m looking for Charlie Kleneer. Would you happen to know where he is?”
“I wouldn’t. But I can help you find whatever it is you need. I know my way around the store.”
“No, I need to speak with him personally, sorry. Unless you know the answer to my question.”
“Like I said, I know my way—“
“It isn’t about the store. I’m trying to find someone, and he knows her.”
“Who are you trying to find? I might know her.”
Ivy quickly thought of a lie to get out of this conversation before she got too annoyed. Besides, telling him who she was looking for could arouse suspicion later on. Even she had to admit it, her lie was probably the stupidest excuse she had ever used, even more so than when she was little. “It’s a secret. I can’t tell you. If I do, they’ll find out.”
“Who will find out? And why not? Are you working for the government or whatever?”
“I can’t tell you.”
The conversation stopped there because a man with light brown hair, brown eyes, and looked about 40, had walked over.
“Hey Charlie,” said the man Ivy had been speaking with. “This little girl wants to talk to you.”
Ivy forced herself to stay under control and fought the urge to pull his head off right there and then. She hated when people called her little. Ivy promised herself she’d get back at him. Somehow.
“Hello,” Charlie Kleneer responded. He looked at Ivy. “You want to talk to me?”
“Yes, but not here,” she responded, glaring at the first man.
“It’s secret,” the first man said in a mocking way.
“You’re begging to die, I know you are,” Ivy said under her breath, and got a very disturbed look from the man in return.
Charlie laughed, not having heard Ivy’s comment. “Secret? Well, fine, I suppose I’ll follow you, if you know where to go.”
Ivy nodded, shooting the first man an evil grin, then started walking through the aisles of shelves, looking for an empty one. She walked almost in a circle of the store, then finally found an aisle without any people. She turned around to face Charlie. He stared. Ivy had let herself look the way she normally did, and it certainly seemed like it was scaring Charlie.
She grinned at him, then grabbed his arm, and they vanished in a ball of blue light.
They reappeared in a field surrounded by dark green evergreen trees. She pushed him away from her, and by the time he had turned around, Ivy looked serious. “Tell me where Anomaly Despair is,” she said.
He looked at Ivy in disbelief. “How did you do that? We weren’t here a few seconds ago! How did we even get here?”
Ivy sighed. “It doesn’t matter how we got here. Tell me where she is.”
“Where who is?”
“Anomaly Despair. I already said that.”
He paused. “What if I don’t tell you?”
“I’ll hurt you, and probably kill you.”
He laughed. “I’m not scared of you. I mean, yeah, you look creepy as hell and you somehow got us in the middle of nowhere, but you still don’t scare me. You look like you’re thirteen. You couldn’t hurt me.”
“Do you really believe that?” Ivy said. “Do you? Because I don’t think you do.”
“And why do you think that?”
“Because I can read your mind. Think of any word, anything, I’ll tell you what you’re thinking.”
Charlie looked at Ivy like she was crazy. “Uh, okay, I’ll think of something…”
“You’re thinking about whether you should think about apples, lizards, or forgetting the whole thought thing and simply running away from me,” Ivy said immediately.
Charlie frowned, and began to back away. “How did you do that? How the hell did you just do that?”
“I already told you. Now you tell me where Anomaly Despair is.”
“I… I can’t. She told me never to tell anyone.”
“And isn’t sad that you have to break your promise to live?”
He paled. “You mean if I don’t tell you, you’ll… you’ll kill me?”
“That is indeed what I mean,” Ivy answered. “I’m going to count to ten. If you don’t tell me where Anomaly is by that point, I’ll pull your arm off.”
Charlie was panicking. Ivy could tell. She started counting. “One, two, three, four…”
“I’ll tell you! Just give me time to remember!”
Ivy grinned. “Five, six, seven, eight…”
“Nine, ten.” She blurred over to where he was, and grabbed hold of his left arm. Without even trying, she yanked it out of its socket. Blood splashed against the ground as his arm was torn right off, and Charlie started screaming uncontrollably.
“Don’t be a baby,” Ivy said irritably and with a sigh.
“I’m not!” Charlie screeched. “You took my arm off!”
“Well, if you’re going to freak out so much, you can have it back, because I don’t want it.” She threw his arm and the hand hit him in the side of the head.
“You should’ve been paying more attention to the flying objects around you. That was one of them. Now, you tell me where Anomaly is, or I’ll pull the other arm off too. Would you enjoy that? I know I would.”
“Or you can just think of where she is, if you’re that pathetic,” Ivy said. “Can you do that?”
He looked like he might have glared, but he seemed to decide against it. He had probably figured that it wouldn’t be wise to glare at someone with the ability to pull an arm off, and had just threatened to do it again. He eventually nodded. After a few seconds, after Ivy had read his thoughts, she did as well. “Thank you,” she said.
“Okay, so I told you, right? Or I told your thoughts? So can you let me go now?”
Ivy looked at him with her indigo eyes. “I wish I could, but…” She vanished and reappeared behind him, and with a smile, she finished, “I can’t.” With that, she kicked at his head, which flew off and disappeared into the distance.
Ivy started to walk away, then remembered the power of teleportation, and teleported in a bubble of dark blue energy to her house.
Once she was at her house again, she immediately started getting ready to kill Anomaly Despair. Not having to do much at all, aside from grabbing a knife, which was already a part of her daily routine, Ivy braced herself for what she was used to happening. She was used to hearing the fear in voices when people begged for her not to kill them, she was used to the shock on people’s faces, and she was used to hearing someone’s last few words and breaths.
Everyone was always scared. Ivy, on the other hand, was never scared. She wasn’t scared to kill Anomaly, just as the same with everyone else. In fact, Ivy couldn’t even remember the last time she had been scared. She frowned. If she was scared, how would she know? She didn’t even know the feeling anymore. She wondered if Anomaly was scared easily.
Ivy noticed that she was asking herself questions she wouldn’t normally ask. Why did she care about Anomaly? She was just another person Ivy had been hired to kill. So why was she asking questions? What was so special about Anomaly? Ivy just couldn’t get her head around it. It didn’t make any sense to her, but for some reason Ivy felt as though she had some sort of connection to Anomaly. She had no clue what it was, though, because she knew she had never met Anomaly Despair. But there was still that odd little feeling…
Ivy frowned again. How much time had she just spent thinking about these things? She thought, at the most, it was five minutes, but that was before she saw what time it was. It was an hour later than she thought. She had spent an entire hour thinking about someone she had never even met, someone she was simply going to kill, and Ivy became irritated with herself. She figured the sooner Anomaly was gone, the sooner these thoughts would disappear.
Ivy waited around her house for about 30 more minutes, then decided to leave, because it was dark and she could go around without as many people having the chance of seeing her. She walked out the door, but paused because she had just thought of something, but forgot it instantly. She figured it wasn’t anything of importance to her, then left the house, closing and locking the door behind her.
Ivy decided to just walk to Anomaly Despair’s house, because it wasn’t too far from her own. She had to duck in cover a few times, because she thought she might have been seen on her way over, but whomever she thought saw her just walked on, ignoring her. Ivy crept behind the bushes once she reached Anomaly’s neighbourhood.
Anomaly’s house was white with a pale green trim. Her yard looked nice. There was a silver car parked in the driveway. There were some trees, too. Ivy stood outside the house, debating what would be the best way to get in without making any noise. She saw the lights in the house flick off. She supposed that meant Anomaly was going to bed. It was about 10:00, after all. Ivy chose that the best way to get in was through a window.
Looking around the outside of the house, she saw several windows. There was one by the front door, and she assumed that was the living room window. That probably wouldn’t be the best choice. There were also a few large windows along the right side of the house, and there was a smaller one on the far left side. She chose to go in that one. She waited twenty minutes before doing anything. She crept over to the window there. She glimpsed in it first, checking that no one was there. She saw a sink, a shower curtain, a toilet, but no people. It was the window to the bathroom. Suddenly reminded of the Beatles song “She Came in Through the Bathroom Window”, Ivy crawled through.
She crept ever so silently through the dark house. Wandering in the dark was something Ivy did often, and it had been easy from the start, thanks to her magic. The walls were painted a greyish-blue, and had a few paintings on them. The floors were clean, and the house was quiet. Peering in the cracks of open doors, Ivy looked for any trace of someone being in the rooms. She couldn’t find anyone. She heard the floor creak, very quietly, behind her. In less than an instant she had whipped out her knife and turned around.
Anomaly Despair caught Ivy’s wrist, the knife only centimetres from her throat.
Ivy stared in disbelief. It was… impossible. How did Anomaly do that? And then a voice came, unwillingly, into Ivy’s head:
Suddenly Ivy felt a huge wave of energy and was sent flying backwards with so much force that the wall she hit cracked. Shocked at what had just happened, Ivy glanced up to see the look on Anomaly’s face. Surprise. Anomaly hadn’t done anything on purpose – she looked just as stunned as Ivy did. It was probably because she had been flung into the wall behind her as well. Ivy looked down quickly. She didn’t want Anomaly to see her face. If she did, she would be able to recognise her later on, because Ivy wasn’t finishing this tonight. She couldn’t. Something was wrong with what Anomaly had done, and it did something to Ivy.
Ivy stood up slowly, her head throbbing, taking a quick glance to make sure Anomaly wasn’t going to make any sudden moves. After taking a deep breath, Ivy closed her eyes and, in a bubble of dark blue energy, disappeared.
Ivy reappeared in her bedroom. She had barely taken two steps before she collapsed on the ground, unconscious.
Ivy woke up face down on the floor, in one of the most uncomfortable positions she’d ever been in after being unconscious on the floor. It was also the only time she’d been unconscious on the floor, however, but it was uncomfortable nonetheless. She stood up, with some effort, and leaned against the wall.
Someone, for the first time, had escaped Ivy. Even worse, was the fact that Ivy had had to be the one to run. Ivy crossed her arms, sulking. She was seething with anger, because she knew that if that information got out, it would ruin her reputation. Not to mention what would happen if Mr Seeker heard about this before Ivy could stop Anomaly for good.
And the only way to stop Anomaly for good was to go after her again. The problem was, though, that Ivy didn’t want to go after her again. That single word that entered her head was messing with her thoughts. Ivy just didn’t get it. Why what? Anomaly could have been asking about anything. Ivy frowned. How did she even get the thought to enter Ivy’s mind? And what was the huge electric shock from? Ivy hadn’t caused any of those events to happen.
But… they did. And that meant that Anomaly had to be the one who did it. Ivy’s eyes widened.
Anomaly Despair was a Sorcerer. She had to be.
Ivy whipped out her phone to call Mr Seeker and tell him what she figured out.