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An Eye For An Eye
By: Mellissa Lynn
I looked up from the body, barely managing to hold in my tears. I
shivered in the cold of the morgue. "That's her," I said in a small
voice. "That's my sister."
"Let the record show that the body was identified by the next of kin,"
the coroner said. He snapped off his recorder viciously. "Another
victim of the Clothing Killer. God! That's number six!"
Abruptly a wave of icy calm swept over me, and I knew what I was going
to do. "May I have a moment alone with her, please?" I asked.
"Of course." The room emptied, and I let myself break down. It was
only partially faked; I wouldn't let myself go until I was at home. I
cast a slight spell to fool the security cameras, and got to work.
Using Sight, it was quite easy to track the killer's aura away from the
body. I put an anchor on it, ensuring that I could find it again, then
I looked down at the body again. A hot stream of tears fell as I
whispered, "You will be avenged!" I kissed her on the forehead and
left. As I was walking out of the morgue, one of the detectives offered
to drive me home. I declined, saying my car was just outside. I
wouldn't be able to do what I needed to do with an observer.
As I approached my car, I strengthened the warding spell I had on it and
left, leaving my headlights off. Between the late time and my spell, I
was able to cast a navigation spell on the car, having it trace the
killer's aura. The car wove its way down to the west end of town, to a
run-down apartment complex that looked as if it would blow away on the
next breeze. I shut the car off and stepped out, looking around
carefully. After seeing that the lot was deserted, I cast a small spell
of levitation and gently lifted off the ground, following the aura to
the second-floor window of the southern corner apartment.
When I looked in the window, I couldn't believe what I saw! A scrawny
young man was standing there, dressed in my sister's clothes and a wig,
applying makeup! I barely managed to force myself away without going
through the window at him.
I calmed down once I was on the ground. After a moment's thought trying
to figure out how to explain the situation to the police, I decided
there was no way to explain without giving away my own powers. I would
have to handle it myself.
I cast another small spell, making myself intangible, and lifted off
again toward the window, this time going through. I went past the young
man, who was so preoccupied with painting his face that he never noticed
me go by.
I continued into the bathroom of his apartment and looked around for an
instant. I spied a comb with hairs stuck in it and a razor, obviously
freshly-used. A small bloodstain on the blade made me absolutely
certain that this was the item I wanted for what I had planned. I made
myself tangible just long enough to grab it quietly, then ghosted myself
again and drifted out.
By this time I was worn out. I managed to get to the ground and make
myself tangible, then got in the car and left, heading home. I parked
the car in the garage and went inside.
Since I had divorced my husband, I had no monetary problems. I had
quite easily gotten everything I wanted out of the settlement. I had
caught him in an act of adultery, and had made the punishment fit the
crime. The fact that his girlfriend, obviously pregnant but dressed in
quite a skimpy costume, had come to court with him, didn't help him any
either.
I shook my head free of the past and proceeded to business. Since the
divorce, my sister and I had lived together. She had been worried that
I wasn't up to the strain of living alone after the divorce, and I was
happy to have her living with me. The house had plenty of room to
spare. We'd made many changes to the house. One room we'd converted
into a giant walk-in closet, my clothes on one side, hers on the other.
This is where I went first. I took out a complete change of her
clothes, including underwear and shoes. I went into her bathroom and
looked for her hairbrush. After I had found it, I spied a bonus. A
discarded feminine napkin was in her trash can, lightly spotted with
blood. I took it as well, gathered up some of my sister's cosmetics, and
went to my "special" room.
I had made one room totally off-limits to everyone. It was where I
practiced my magic. I waved my hand to remove the locking spell and
entered, closing it behind me out of habit before remembering that I
lived alone now.
Dominating the center of the room was my pentagram. I lit the ritual
candles and began the summoning chant. As I finished, the candles
flared blue and I felt another presence in the room.
"Who summons me forth?" the creature in the pentagram asked.
"I do, O Mighty One," I answered. "I request of thee a service." I
explained what had happened, and what I wanted to do. "Thine plan is
admirable. There is a place of honor in Hell for thee when thy time
comes. The results of thy last request are still talked about. Have
thee the items?"
I produced the razor first, tossing it into the pentagram. The creature
picked it up and licked it, savoring the small blood spot. "This one
will do nicely," it said. "And the rest?"
I tossed in the hairbrush and the napkin, again watching the creature
savor the taste of blood. Lastly I tossed in the bundle with my
sister's clothes in it.
The creature pointed its finger, and power flashed into the bundle. It
sat for a moment after he finished, then flew into a box, which sealed
itself of its own accord. "It is done," the creature said. "A word of
warning: do not touch the items inside! Whoever opens the box and
touches the garments will trigger the spell. I wish thee luck." With
that, it sank down into the pentagram, and the lighting returned to
normal.
Gingerly I touched the box. I could feel a faint tingle of power from
inside. I smiled to myself for a moment, then picked it up, and went to
the car.
When I arrived at the apartment, I found the place deserted. I had a
moment of panic, then realized that I could trace him anytime. I slowly
drove around, feeling it grow stronger or weaker with each turn I made.
At last I saw him.
He was still wearing my sister's clothing. I looked at him for a
moment, disgusted at the spectacle, then made a subliminal suggestion
through his aura that it was time to go home. I turned the car around
and sped back to his apartment. I barely had time to leave the box at
his door and go intangible before he arrived.
He picked the box up with a curious look on his face. He started to
open it on the porch. I created the sound of a door opening nearby.
With a muffled curse, he opened his door and ran inside, shutting the
door behind him. I floated through behind him; I wanted to see this!
He set the box on a table and opened it. When he saw what was inside,
his face lit up. He roughly undressed himself, revealing the silicone
implants he had somehow glued to his chest. With a smile, he reached
into the box.
As his fingers touched the clothing, he froze. A ring of magical force
formed around him. I saw the silicone breasts spring off his chest into
the darkness of the apartment, and he was totally naked.
Suddenly, he started moaning. I observed dispassionately as he watched
his feet grow smaller, his legs thinner, his hips wider, his waist
thinner, and his own breasts become conical. His eyes went to his
crotch, which was inverting itself rapidly. His hair started growing on
its own, changing color and texture as it did so. His facial features
began changing.
At last the transformation was complete. The spell was not done,
however. He bent down to the box and picked up the clothing, seemingly
in a trance, and put it on. He put on the black lace panties lovingly.
He slipped the straps of the matching bra over her shoulders, then
leaned forward, letting his breasts tumble forward into the cups. The
bra hooked together in front. He pulled the pantyhose up her legs and
adjusted them until they were comfortable, or as comfortable as
pantyhose can be, anyway. He stepped into the pink minidress and zipped
it up the back. Lastly he stepped into the matching flats and looked at
himself in the mirror. Each item fit him, now her, perfectly, as well
they should. The spell had made her into the spitting image of my
sister.
When she was finished dressing, she went and redid her makeup, using the
things I had supplied. She did it much better than she had before, as
if it actually were my sister applying it. A lump came to my throat as
I watched.
She spent a moment after finishing to gaze at herself in the mirror.
She was obviously totally enraptured with the view. Suddenly her face
went slack again, only for an instant, and she picked up the purse she'd
been carrying before. Quickly she left the apartment, locking the door
behind her. I almost lost her as she began walking purposefully away
from the complex.
I followed her out and touched down next to my car. I solidified, got
in and sped off to where she was going. It wasn't far away, but after I
got there, it seemed like forever until she arrived.
I cursed my sister again mentally for walking in the park late at night
as I watched the girl arrive. As she entered, I saw her stiffen for an
instant,then turn sharply to the right. I left the car, ghosted out,
and followed her.
She stepped into a clearing and froze for an instant. She slowly
blinked her eyes and looked around, as if seeing where she was for the
first time. She looked down at herself and screamed. Of course, no one
heard her. She first squeezed her breasts roughly, then reached under
the short skirt and felt herself, finding only what a woman is graced
with upon her birth. She screamed again and started to run away.
A pair of hands reached out and grabbed her by the arms. She looked at
the hands and screamed again as their owner came into view. I almost
felt sorry for her, then I remembered that this wasn't my sister.
It was very hard to sit and watch the whole scene play itself out. The
attacker showed her what it felt like to be a woman being raped. He
showed her several times, in fact. She was nearly unconscious when he
finished, lying in a heap like a broken toy.
Her attacker was spent as well. He stood up and shook his head, pulling
a piece of rope out of his pocket. She screamed again hoarsely as she
saw him advancing again. He kneeled next to her and took her head in
his hands, almost gently wrapping the rope around her throat.
At this point he said, "Do you recognize me?" She shook her head for an
instant, then looked again. Her face went even paler as she realized
who had raped her. He nodded and held up a mirror. He said, "Do you
recognize yourself?"
She looked at herself and merely nodded, now well beyond the point of
shock. "Good," the man said. "You know what's coming next, then."
After seeing the look of absolute terror and despair on her face, he
took the rope and savagely pulled the ends. With a snap like a wet
twig, her neck broke.
The body lay still for a moment, then began to change. When it finished,
I looked down at the broken body, now again wearing my sister's clothes
that he'd stolen. I looked at his face, which was frozen in a rictus of
terror, then up at the man who had killed him.
He looked back at me calmly, then began fading away. At last he
disappeared and I was left with a body in a clearing. I looked again at
the body and knew what I had to do. I arranged the body exactly as the
police had found my sister's body. I ripped open the blouse and
scrawled on his chest, "This is the Clothing Killer." I went to my car
and got in. I placed a short, anonymous call to the police, then drove
away without a second glance.
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