Right when Annette entered the second scene, she was besieged by a loud torrent of terrible homophobic slurs. They contrasted heavily with the surprisingly calm-looking park she was now in.
As much as she didn’t want to, Annette followed in the direction that the jeering and insults were coming from. They only became louder and more crude.
“Try running off now, you carrot-haired dyke!” A pair of young men were antagonizing who looked to be a teenaged Blaise. She herself was snapping at the one in front of her, while the one behind her had her wrists held together.
“Will ya knock it off, ya slimy cowards?! Where do ya get off picking on a girl like this?!”
The men just laughed at her and poked her nose to further aggravate her. To this, Blaise tried kicking her feet at the one in front. She then began snarling like a rabid dog, and tried biting him.
Annette could only cringe at the pathetic events unfolding before her. Their reasons for doing so were equally petty.
“Come on, Kindle! Can’t your skank ass give us some cash for later on? Oh right, you can’t because you’re trailer trash!”
The two men then started laughing even harder. Then their raucous laughter was cut off by an abrupt gunshot noise. At this, the men’s faces practically broke into fear.
“Oh, shit! It’s Big Daddy Kindle and his wife! Run for it!” Within seconds, both men were running for their lives.
As soon as they were long gone, Annette looked to see who fired the shotgun, as did Blaise. Then Blaise ran to who it was.
“Daddy! Myrna!” Blaise cried out as she wrapped her arms around the other two adults. One was the man from the first scene, albeit with slightly graying hair. Next to him stood a tall, dark-skinned woman.
Annette listened in as Blaise’s father and stepmother told her not to worry, as they knew the two young men’s parents, and assured her that they would he dealt with.
Then came the rather sappy sight of the three of them walking home hand in hand. At this point, the scene shifted for Annette once more.
Now Annette found herself at what looked to be a university. A few students walked by her, talking about their classes and such. Nearby was a brick wall with a shady-looking individual holding a bag of suspicious white powder.
“Great, drug use at a university. That’ll definitely get you far in life,” Annette quipped before seeing a slightly older Blaise pass by her. The man by the wall took notice of her relatively quickly.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said to her as she stepped forward, “wanna go party somewhere?”
Blaise didn’t answer him. Instead, she started backing away from him. He just followed her as she tried to get away.
He was then stopped by a woman grabbing hold of him by the neck. It seemed as though she’d appeared out of nowhere.
“Weren’t you told repeatedly to stay off of campus, sir?” His face blanched, as her nails dug into the back of his neck.
“You’re not the boss of me, afro bitch!” He growled at her. This slur was enough to get him kneed in the crotch, courtesy of Blaise.
Annette’s eyes widened at seeing this happen. She then smirked a little as he limped off, muttering about ‘stupid college sluts’ or something to that effect.
“Are you all right?” The other woman asked Blaise.
Blaise nodded, waving it off. “I’ve had my share of creeps over the years. But thanks for the helping hand, Miss…?”
“Drill,” was the answer. “But you can call me Alma.”
“Well, all righty then! Ya wanna walk to class with me, Alma? I got my next class in like, ten minutes, and I’d appreciate it if I had someone to talk to.”
With that, the two women linked arms and were off to class. Annette smiled a bit more as the scene now sent her back to reality.
She was actually surprised that Blaise’s scenes ended so positively. On the other hand, it sounded much like Blaise, staying positive through the negative times.
It was something to think about as Annette stepped forward to Blaise’s ghost now. Blaise was smiling as much as ever, clearly pleased that she got to help in all this.
“You know her sins, now give your verdict.” Somehow it didn’t feel right to say her line, given that Annette didn’t see a glimpse of Malum anywhere in Blaise’s memories.
Then again, it could be that she didn’t have to show up. It was clear that her influence was noted.
Either way, Blaise was all to happy to give the thumbs down, sticking her tongue out rather playfully. She still had it out when her ghost vanished.
Annette just chuckled as the next door opened, and she practically skipped through it this time, now oddly feeling as if she were floating on air.