Who is D. J. Broderick?
"C'mon, Les, if you go to a dance you might feel better," Damien said.
"Well--alright [sic]," Ms. Laws said. She didn't want to go, but she didn't want to be alone, either. And as Damien had pointed out earlier, "And Devil's Night is hardly the best night to be alone!"
"Especially when you're being followed by devil worshipers," she suddenly said out loud, forgetting her surroundings.
"What?" Father Damien asked.
Ms. Laws snapped back. "Oh! I'm sorry. I was just...thinking about something."
"Let's go!" Katrina, the woman who had been at the college earlier, shouted. Ms. Laws followed everyone out, Father Damien helping her down the steps.
The music blared loudly as Ms. Laws and several of the others stood behind stage. [Note--I seemed to seek any excuse to include dancing and music in my old stories. Even in the ones I imagine now, there's lots of it going on, I just don't write it in. *is embarrassed*] Right now, her thoughts were hardly on the dance. On their way there, they had seen an old, dead tree and perched atop it was a single black crow. Madame Solatska had said, "That crow. That is an evil omen," and Ms. Laws hadn't gotten the gypsy's [sic] words out of her mind since. Then she thought about Scorpio.
Scorpio. Why did they choose that name, anyway? Anything but Scorpio. Even "Servants of the Devil" or "Brotherhood of Darkness" sounded less threatening! But the simple, solitary name of Scorpio had more impact than anything she'd ever heard.
Lastly came Luther Broderick. What did he want, anyway? Why wouldn't he just leave her alone? And those eyes! Some of Madame Solatska's words came back to her:
"I can tell if someone is good or evil just by looking into their eyes. Take Damien, for instance. His eyes tell me that he is Servant of the Light. But Luther's eyes...his eyes tell me he has no goodness. He is a Servant of the Darkness. Just look into his eyes, darling, just look into his eyes. In Luther's eyes, you see nothing but pure evil. No compassion, no sympathy, no mercy--only evil." [Note--she's wrong, of course. This entire paragraph sucks sucky suck stuff.]
And Ms. Laws knew she was in horrible danger.
"Servant of the Light," Father Damien said now. "I never thought of him as being that, but I suppose it's true."
Ms. Laws nodded at him and smiled weakly. She looked out at the dance floor and suddenly noticed that someone new had joined. She appeared to be the best dancer, with a figure to match, and was the center of attention. But then, for a split second, her eyes met with Ms. Laws' and locked her in that icy gaze. The stranger kept on dancing, apparently put off by none of this, but Ms. Laws grabbed Damien's arm.
"Are you okay?" Damien asked.
"The new dancer...her...her eyes!"
Damien stepped forward to look. After a moment, he jumped off the stage angrily and went to meet her. Ms. Laws watched, petrified.
Damien finally got to the woman and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned and looked at him. Her mouth was drawn up in a teasing and inviting way, but Leslie was right--the eyes!
"Who are you?" Damien demanded.
"Me? I'm new here. I think I'll enroll; I like this place. My name's Dorinda Jane, but you can call me D. J.--D. J. Broderick."
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