The Night She Died
It was a dark and stormy night. The alley was dark, slick with rain, the air thick with the scent of asphalt and iron. Footsteps pounded against the pavement as they ran, the urgency in Enid’s message seared into their minds.
"HELP. WEDNESDAY WAS SHOT."
No one had hesitated. No one had questioned it.
But nothing could have prepared them for what they found.
Enid was on the ground, kneeling in a pool of deep, spreading red, hands cradling a motionless body.
Ajax nearly lost his footing, skidding to a stop. Yoko clamped a hand over her mouth, a strangled noise catching in her throat. Bianca barely had time to process before she dropped to her knees beside them, heart hammering so hard it drowned out her thoughts.
"Enid —oh my god—what happened?" The words tumbled out in a breathless rush, voice shaking.
Enid didn’t even flinch.
She looked up, her face streaked with rain and blood— her blood—but there was no panic in her eyes. No grief.
Just patience.
Like she had been waiting for them.
“Oh, hey guys,” she said, breathless, almost casual. "Took you long enough."
Yoko’s stomach turned. "Oh my god. Oh my god."
Ajax’s stare was locked onto the body in Enid’s arms. The slack limbs. The blood-soaked hoodie. The unnatural stillness.
"Enid," his voice cracked, "she’s—"
Enid cut him off with a shake of her head. "No, she’s fine."
Silence.
"What?"
"She’s fine." Her voice was steady, certain. A hand brushed against a cold cheek, fingers tucking a strand of damp hair behind an ear. "She’s just resting."
Yoko’s breath hitched. "Resting?!"
Bianca’s fingers trembled as she pressed them against a wrist, then the side of a throat.
Nothing.
The realization hit like ice, like something sinking deep into her chest. "Enid, she’s not breathing."
Enid exhaled sharply, irritation flickering across her face. "Yeah, she does that sometimes."
No one moved.
A sick, suffocating weight pressed down on them.
Yoko’s hands curled into fists. "Enid…"
A small smile curled against Enid’s lips. "She’s Wednesday."
The words were spoken like a fact. Like a law of the universe.
Bianca yanked her hand back as if burned. "Enid, she’s dead."
A blink. A slow tilt of the head. "No, she’s not."
Ajax staggered back, breath ragged. "Enid, we—she’s gone. We need to call someone—"
"Stop talking like that." The words were sharp now, a flicker of annoyance in her voice. "You’re acting like this is a big deal."
"Enid," Bianca’s voice broke, "she has no pulse!"
Enid barely reacted. Her fingers wove absently through blood-matted hair, voice soft. "She pinky swore."
Silence.
Yoko felt the world shift under her feet. "What?"
Enid looked up at them, unshaken. "She pinky swore she wouldn’t die."
Ajax made a sound—half a breath, half a curse—hands gripping his head.
Yoko let out something close to a laugh, something desperate and broken. "That’s not how this works! "
Enid shrugged. "It is for her."
Bianca pressed her palms into her eyes, trying to steady herself. "Enid , please—"
"You guys are freaking out over nothing." She adjusted the limp body in her arms like shifting a sleeping friend. "She just needs to rest a little."
Ajax turned away, his breath coming fast, ragged. "This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening."
Enid rolled her eyes. "Relax. She’s not gone. She’s just—"
She stopped.
Eyes flicked down.
Waiting.
Watching.
No movement.
No breath.
The smile didn’t waver. Not even for a second.
"You’ll see," she whispered.
Her thumb brushed over bloodstained knuckles, slow and deliberate.
"She’s coming back."