There had been many theories on how she had been murdered, but none of them had been correct. In fact, no one would ever find out what had occurred except for Mae herself. And Mae wasn’t talking — at least, she wasn’t discussing it with the authorities.
She’d been told straight away, before the one-eyed man hit her the first time, that she was being welcomed into the Happening. He’d backed her against the brick wall near a dumpster in the alley, where she’d been crouching like a cat while smoking crystal. Her fingernails, painted black, dug into the mortar and her heart raced, which made her armpits dampen inside her pullover that she’d decorated with safety pins.
“What do you want?” she asked, trembling, understanding at the same time that no matter what she said, she was going to die. She’d never seen the Grim Reaper, but she was quite sure he was standing in front of her now.
“I’m inviting you into the Happening,” the man said. He was big and bald, towering over Mae with a pickax in his hand.
“What … What’s the Happening?”
“It’s a new life, Mae. A new start. You’ll change the world.”
In spite of her fear, she frowned at this. “How do you know my name?”
“Oh, I know everything about you. I know that you came to San Francisco because your mom kicked you out. I know that you left your sister behind, with your step-father. And that you live with the guilt of what he’s doing to her every day. That’s why you do crystal, isn’t it? Because of the guilt?”
Mae’s eyes were wide. “How do you know this?”
“Because I’m part of the Happening. And we know everything. Come with us, Mae. Seek revenge of you step-father. Kill your mother.”
“I … I don’t want to kill anyone.”
The man smirked and raised the pickax. “Too bad. Because I’m not really giving you a choice.”