Ena had gone back home, the kid stuck in her head. Her corpse noticed the change in attitude, cocked her head to the side and asked, “What did you see? Was it a good kitty, a dog, a lizard, maybe a bird?”
“None of the above. I saw demons, I saw people, I saw a child.” she explained, sitting down across from the body and looking to the side at Altivo, “You played with the dog?”
“Yes, but he's tired now… what about that child? What caught your attention? Is he ugly, deformed, bratty, annoying, what is it?” the corpse asked, turning her head so far to the side you'd swear it would break.
“The child is right…” she paused, “he was running away, I sent him back.” Ena extended her hands and in between them formed an image of the boy, “Have you ever seen him, I don't recall him being in your memories.”
The corpse took a closer look at it, “I think he's been across the street from our work.” saying that she turned back to the dog, “Can you make something to eat? I ate pizza but I'm hungry again. Whatever is fine, just no beans.”
“Sure.” Ena moved to the kitchen, opening the fridge and preparing a meal. If her corpse had seen the boy before, then he was from someplace close. She wondered if his mutation was inherited or the first of his bloodline, but by the looks of it the kid wasn't much of the sharing type. Almost like she had to pry and make questions to get answers. He seemed on alert, yet so naive at the same time.
Either way she shrugged, it didn't concern her, it just got her mind off death's words. But the moment her corpse was about to head out to work the next day she stopped it.
“I'll accompany you today. No possession of my own body just, I'll be your shadow. I have to see something myself.” She explained, besides possessing her own body, it took a toll on it, and rotted it from the inside. But it was the only body she could possess, possessing someone living was beyond her abilities.
Her corpse smiled like a fool, “Alrighty then, you'll see all I do at work. I'm the best secretary, like a machine my coworkers say.”
Ena frowned, “I don't believe they mean it in a good way.”
“Good way, bad way, what's the difference? It's just words, like saying you'll change the world, you won't ever truly but hey you said it. End of story.” The corpse grinned before grabbing the car keys, “Let's go out, I'm supposed to arrive soon.”
“Right, let's go.” Following close they both left. Ena had refrained from going outside early for a while. She didn’t like the lively streets, or was it the families walking down the streets, she wasn’t sure now. Besides, as long as she didnt want to be seen, she wouldn't be seen.
Arriving at work they separated. Ena didn't bother explaining where she was going but kept their event undisturbed telepathic link. She didn't pry on corpse afairs as long as she kept up appearances of being a normal person. Soul looked from one end of the streets to the other, looking for the boy, searching every store and every bench. Looking at the faces of all the kids, even looking at the adults for any signs of mutation she could link to him.
But this city was far too normal in the daytime. People with no mutations or magical abilities, nothing that would make one person stand out from the rest. Just people.
“Ena?” She heard her name being called.
Turning towards the male voice she raised a brow, “Reaper?”
“What are you doing out so early?” he asked her, wearing normal looking clothes, walking beside her and mixing in with the people that walked by. Anyone would say he was just a common man on a day off, “Running for your life?”
“The day I do that you should be concerned..” She reminded, and moved behind the reaper becoming his shadow, “Rather looking for something that caught my attention.”
“What's unlucky enough to get your attention?” He was rather curious about it, “Something alive, a normal person, another magician like you or a mutant like your family?”
“A mutant, yes, a child. He’s… small, black hair, I don't recall the color of his eyes, he wore a jacket. His ability is that of a shapeshifter. Ring any bells, is he in your book of chores?” moving to be on his shoulder her voice was like a whisper close to his head.
He chuckled, “I don't think anyone with that information is set to die any time soon. But I can help find him, know his age?”
“He’s ten.” she said, waiting for the reaper impatiently.
The man stopped in his tracks, he brought out a phone with an unusual screen, “I think I know just who you mean. Zamir, ten years old, shapeshifter, parents aren't in his life, in an orphanage not far from here.” Mentioning all this he looked at her soul on his shoulder, “Should we head there?”
“You don't have to come along, just tell me the orphanage's name.” She spat, not wanting him in the way. A reaper tagging along for anything was bad news.
“Ena, sweet, bodiless Ena. I’m on vacation, I'm bored to be exact, I'm coming along either way.” he told her, starting to walk to the place. Ena sighed, and gave clear instructions to corpse while she continued. It ran much like thoughts in her head, corpse would meet up with them if anything odd or out of place was to happen.
But the reaper took his sweet time, taking forever with the reaper stopping every so often to just look at a passing bus or bench under a tree for a moment. She nagged him once or twice but gave up on him. The next bus he stared at was crashed into by a car. As suddenly as he looked at it.
“Did you cause that?” She questioned, sounding more like an interrogation as her eyes lingered, watching the bus suddenly catch on fire.
“No, I'm on vacation. I won't be working for another week.” retorting at her question he turned a corner just because he was a reaper meant he could see something much like a clock on people. Seeing it tick down second by second, those with no more time would usually light up, “Straight ahead, that building is where he should be.”
Getting ahead, Ena was quickly at the door of the place. Going past and starting to look into the rooms. Coming to a stop when she saw the kid sitting on a bed.
“You look worse than you did last night.” She told him from the corner of the room.
His eyes shot at the direction she spoke in, “That wasn't a nightmare.”
“Oh no, I'm real. So real I can touch you.” She poked him and sat at the corner on the bed.
He pulled his legs back, seeing her sit on the bed yet the sheets to stay still as if air was the only thing there, “Why are you here?”
“I was looking for you.” responding she looked around the small room which had three other beds aside from his, “Place is cramped.”
“You were looking for me?” surprise was written across his face, ignoring her other words.
“Yes.” she shrugged, “I was curious, and you called my attention.” turning to look at him again, “Do you want to learn to use your powers, right?”
To that he perked up, “And what if I do? Will you teach me?”
“I can. I might.” She mentioned, “How long have you known about it? And does anyone else know about it?” These were the important questions that would lock whatever offer she made.