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Celestial
Shane nodded, awkwardly, and took the knife, plunging it into the head of lettuce effortlessly. The blade slid through the vegetable, slowly.
“So…”, Carmen asked, arching an eyebrow, “…in what province in Canada were you born?”.
Shane glanced up in discomfort.
“I wasn’t born in Canada”.
“What are you parents’ name?”, Carmen asked again, in her crossed fire of rapid questions.
“No parents”.
Carmen pursed her lips.
“You have very delicate hands for a construction worker”, she considered, flatly.
“I’m not a construction worker”, Shane mumbled nervously, and again the knife slid slowly through the head of lettuce. And then, right through Shane’s thumb. With no blood at all.
Carmen noticed it and swallowed.
“Very pale hands. Let me see”, she muttered, grabbing the knife from Shane’s hand and cutting her on her palm.
Shane flinched and stepped back. She wrapped her hand into a towel and hid it behind her back, then she watched Carmen with huge eyes.
“Why did you do that?”, she asked.
“Let me see your hand”, Carmen replied, her voice apparently calm, but on the verge of breaking, and moved closer.
Again, Shane stepped back and shook her head vigorously.
“No”.
“What’s your last name?”, Carmen asked in an accusatory voice.
Shane’s eyes were the eyes of a trapped animal.
“You know my last name”.
“I don’t”, Carmen stated, holding back the tears.
Shane looked around frantically.
“Plate”, she blurted out hastily.
“Shane Plate?”, Carmen repeated, sarcastically, and shook her head, “…Let me see your hand”.
“No”.
Carmen moved quickly, quicker than Shane, grabbed the towel that enveloped Shane’s hand and pulled it away. The towel fell on the floor soundlessly and Carmen watched, horrified, Shane’s hand.
Shane’s perfectly pale hand where no cuts were visible.
“I cut you”, she whispered in disbelief.
Shane swallowed.
“I cut you…”, Carmen repeated widening her eyes in terror, “…I cut you with that knife. I felt it go in. You felt it”.
“Not in the way you do…”, Shane’s voice husky, her eyes pleading, begging for Carmen to understand.
Carmen glared at her, frowning.
“The way I do? What does that mean? You mean the way a doctor does? The way a Californian does? What?”.
Shane shook her head slowly, painfully.
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ok. now the secret is out. grea story by he way and still enjoyng reading any new chapters you send our way.((wouldnt it be interesting if this worked in reverse? carmen became a reaper like shane and ended up along side the rest of the collectors…ok. i’ll stop. so how will this play out? shane becomming human. carmen becomming an angel? this is getting beteer.thanxs again for taking the time to share. really good reading.
I remember watching this movie a long time ago and I can only remember a few scene and the hand cutting scene was one of them so, I’m happy you put it in your story :-). I hope Carmen and Shane have the chance to talk about what happened.