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Demon Girl (Keeley Thomson Book One)

BOOK: Demon Girl (Keeley Thomson Book One)
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Orange Cat Publishing

 

Electronic Publishing Division

 

2012

 

All rights reserved.

 

 

 

Orange Cat Publishing books by P.S. Power:

 

 

 

The Infected:

 

Proxy

 

Gabriel

 

Cast Iron

 

 

 

Gwen Farris:

 

Abominations

 

Monsters

 

 

 

Dead End:

 

A Very Good Man

 

A Very Good Neighbor

 

A Very Good Thing

 

 

 

Keeley Thomson:

 

Demon Girl

 

Keelzebub

 

 

 

The Young Ancients:

 

The Builder

 

Knight Esquire

 

Knight of the Realm

 

Ambassador

 

Counselor

 

 

 

Stand alone titles:

 

Crayons

 

 

 

 

 

Keeley Thomson:

Demon Girl

  

By

 

P.S. Power

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter one

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   Keeley didn't really care today.

   Normally she did well enough on that score, being sympathetic to the plight of others, trying to get good grades and all that stuff. The things that a normal girl should be concerned about. At the moment though, she just couldn't.

   Not about school. Not about some stupid dance that she wouldn't be going to anyway, and certainly not about some moronic football game that had no impact on either her life or the world at large.

   Nope.

   About those things she didn't give a single thought, other than to dismiss them.

   It was probably hard to tell from the outside, given what she was doing at the moment, which could easily be taken as a sign of peppy interest or possibly a lame attempt at social climbing. Like she'd bother with that? Moving up the popularity ladder of a high school didn't make a lot of sense, she'd be leaving in a few years anyway. It was actually kind of funny, but Keeley Thomson held her face straight and didn't think about it.

   It was work time.

   Fun – possibly psychotic – work.

   The dance in question was being advertised on a rather nice poster that looked very professional, if she did say so herself. The white was glossy and the letters in the center were made up out of very tiny, slightly irregularly shaped boxes that were blue and orange, as was the football helmet in the center of the piece, surrounded by very sharp looking black print describing how incredible the event would be. The school's colors, as well as a high contrast image that played tricks with the eye, the pattern making the whole thing seem to shift and shimmer a little if you looked for more than a second.   That was what she cared about.

   The way it looked, not the advertisement itself. More to the point, the way that people would be drawn to it, stopping to read the new message. Staring, trying to force their mind to understand what they were seeing.

   At least if she'd done it right.

   The game was before the dance, Homecoming, which for some reason was held a full month and a half after the start of the school year at Raintree high. The name of the event always made her wonder who was supposed to be coming home? Obviously someone that wasn't planning to graduate, not coming in that late.

   Keeley brushed her long brown hair out of her face, straight and bland, mainly held back with a plain brown scrunchy that her mom had gotten her a fifty pack of the Christmas before. A few wisps carelessly flying around this late in the day, knocked out of place by her glasses earlier when she'd taken them off to clean them. She wore one daily and generally got a week's worth of use out of each before something happened. She'd lose them, or use one to hold something together, mark a book page or as part of an explosives package.

   It didn't matter. No one noticed overly, because no one really saw her most of the time. In fact, she knew, if she didn't move her little size six jeans back to the far wall in about five seconds she was going to end up in the mess.

   That being what she was there for today.

   The mess that was about to start in the school's main hallway in three... two... one...

   The bell rang, loud and strong, followed by the clatter of hundreds of chairs in classrooms and then even more pairs of feet padding rapidly on the highly polished yellow and blue tile that was supposed to somehow engender “school spirit” in the masses forced to walk the hallways each day, rather than headaches from eye strain. The yellow was supposed to be orange, but no one made bright orange tile in the right color for some reason.

   Probably because it was an ugly color. Just a hideous choice.

   As depressing as the place was, she'd never noticed any ghosts to speak of, so that plan didn't seem to be working very well. Maybe that's who was coming back? The school spirit? That would work, just in time for Halloween even. She smiled at her own private little joke, wondering if anyone else would have even gotten it if she'd said it out loud. People in general were kind of dumb really.

   As the flood of students moved toward her, looking alternately happy and relieved that the school day was done, and the weekend had finally arrived, Keeley pushed her back against the far wall solidly and got ready. If this went as planned she'd need the protection. If it didn't, she'd still need the protection, just for different reasons.

   The boy that stopped to look at the poster first was tall, one of the basketball team she thought, which was perfect. Big and in shape. He couldn't make out exactly what he was seeing. So, naturally, the visual illusion catching his attention, he stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the effect. Right in the middle of the stream of moving bodies. That caused a log jam of teenagers. Not a huge one, it was only a poster after all, for a dance that everyone knew was coming anyway, and advertising a football game that their school only had a twelve percent chance of winning. If that.

   But the group in the hall was big enough so that when Quince and his jock buddies came around the corner at a full run, trying to get to football practice before the coach could scream at them for being late, they couldn't stop before the collision took place. Not right there just around the corner, where the poster had been conveniently placed.

   Perfectly arranged really.

   It had happened before of course, hence the little “trick” Keeley set up for the day.

   Only, when the jerks had hit her and tiny Maria Gonzales they'd managed to send them both flying into the floor and Maria into the dentist's office with two missing front teeth. They got put back in, sure, at a decent expense to Maria's parents, but none of the guys had even stopped to see if they were alright, they'd just kept running, laughing while they did.

   That pissed her off. The laughing. What kind of monsters knocked a tiny girl's teeth out and just ran away cackling like that?

    Keeley had carried the girl to the school office and ridden with her in the ambulance to the emergency room. She'd cried the whole way. It had been pitiful.

   This time it was going to be a little different. That was the plan at least.

   That tangle of bodies that hit the floor included six members of the football team and nearly ten random students that had been minding their own business, momentarily entranced by the slightly dancing picture on the wall. No one seemed hurt yet, but that was coming. Keeley would make sure of it. Without that part of things her plan was just an annoyance. Time to finish the project and get out before anyone noticed her. Keeley pitched her voice carefully trying to make it sound horrified. A little indignant as well. It was over the top, but most people responded to things like that. Probably because they watched too much TV, and didn't really think anyone would ever be doing something like this. After all, it would be a little convoluted for a school prank, wouldn't it?

   “Oh my god,” she called out loudly enough for the whole hallway to hear. “Those guys from the football team actually attacked a bunch of people like they said they were going to at lunch? Well, I guess we'll see if they can really just get away with doing anything here, like they said they could...”

   Oh, it sounded phony as anything she'd ever said, but in the pile of bodies it was clear that a few people had heard her and weren't exactly pleased about being “attacked”.

   Then she walked away. Slowly. Her hand touching the wall, because as a rule no one walked that close to it. It left a corridor for her to travel in right now. The line was invisible to most people, or at least they acted that way, so she only had to step around one or two guys that leaned in the space, watching the goings on at the center of the hall.

   The real mess didn't start until after she was outside, as the six football team members were joined by four others, and they started pushing some of the boys in the hallway, what they were saying Keeley couldn't make out, but it didn't matter, because the whole thing was taking place in front of the principal's office. The first punch came from one of the big guys, a linebacker, who so obviously took steroids that it was almost mean of her to set him up. He triggered into a rage at the accusations people threw at him and couldn't control himself at all. That he hit a tiny fellow about half his weight that wasn't really involved made her wince a little, but it had to be done. Hopefully the kid would be alright. The principle and three teachers tried to jump into the fray, the older man in his reddish brown suit catching an elbow to the eye from one of the football team. Hard.

   Classic.

   No one deserved it more. It was his failure to call the football team on their actions that set her in motion to begin with. If they'd learned to just walk through the hallway or even slow down on the corners, nothing would have happened here at all. No one had required them to change after the Maria incident though, so they hadn't. Keeley had even talked to the man about it herself, but had a strong sense that he didn't really get what she was going on about. Maybe he'd get it now?

   It took a few minutes for things to break up, the whole group of jocks taken into the office along with half a hallway of rather upset students who really hadn't done much of anything at all. A few had been bruised in the “attack” even, the initial one. That would help make sure that the whole thing wasn't just put down to youthful energy or “boys being boys”. That people had the idea it was on purpose in mind already.

   No, that had gone away the second the faculty had taken injuries. That part really wasn't anyone's fault, not even the football team's, the adults had gotten in the way after all. If you didn't want to be hit, you really shouldn't jump into the middle of a fight, should you?

   OK, it was her fault. She had to own up to that one, didn't she? It had all gone exactly as she'd planned.

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