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Calix
I couldn’t help but notice the similarities bet**en Chance’s and Dexter’s lifestyles. Grief had done a number on both of them. They were both hoarding to feel safe, to insulate themselves. It wasn’t easy to let go of anything when you already felt robbed of everything. It didn’t matter how seemingly insignificant the objects in question were. What was trash to others was treasure to them. What was worthless to others was priceless to them. I felt so sorry for them both. They needed help.
Despite their similar coping mechanisms, their stories contradicted each other. Chance had been convinced that his daughter, Chalice, and her mate, Chase, were both dead, along with their model friend Deidre. Meanwhile, Dexter insisted that Chase was alive.
“What do you mean?!” Demanded Chance, clearly ruffled by the conflicting information.
Chasity’s Grandpa narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
“I watched him buried. I found his body and Deidre’s and my own…m-m-my own…” Chance struggled to finish that sentence.
I couldn’t imagine how awful that must be, to outlive one’s child. I r*bbed Chance’s shoulder while he blew his nose with a tissue. He dabbed his eyes.
“I know you found bodies that looked just like theirs,” continued Dexter apologetically.
Alex looked disturbed by that revelation. Felix furrowed his brow. I kept my exp**ssion neutral out of respect for Chance. I didn’t want Chasity’s Grandpa to think that we were abandoning ship and debunking what he had seen so soon. Alex was ready with the rapid-fire questions.
“What do you mean? Are you saying those bodies were planted there to be found? That those were not them? That they’re alive somewhere?” asked Alex, clearly unconvinced.
Dexter seemed unperturbed by our doubt as he began prattling off answers to Alex’s questions.
“I mean that magic can easily make one thing look like another,” said Dexter patiently. “Chance buried three bodies that greatly resembled Chalice, Chase and Deidre. Even perfect resemblances perhaps but was DNA done to ensure those bodies were who we thought they were?” Asked Dexter.
We were silent.
“Yes, I’m saying those bodies were planted there to be found by someone not necessarily Chance. Anyone who would publicise the alleged deaths,” reasoned Dexter. “No, those were not them. Yes, they’re alive somewhere. That is my belief,” added Dexter.
The alleged deaths were not highly publicised though due to the fact that my parents’ beliefs had widely discredited Chance. I felt a twinge of guilt. Mom and Dad had treated Chance like a raving lunatic. For whatever reason, they had never believed his story. Now Dexter’s story conflicted with Chance’s story. I felt like there had to be some truth to Chance’s story though. I looked at Alex, wondering who he believed.
Alex
I couldn’t decide whether Dexter was brilliant or bonkers. I was quiet as I thought it over, weighing the probability of such a plan. How would someone pull this off?
“Where are they then?” I asked, meaning Chase, Chalice and the real Deidre.
“That I can’t tell you but I can tell you that the Deidre Binx who became a supermodel is an imposter and the real Deidre Binx has to be alive somewhere for that type of dark magic to work!” Said Dexter, his voice barely a whisper.
“Explain how it works,” requested Calix, his eagerness apparent in his tone.
“I have it all documented…I…,” said Dexter.
He sank to his knees and began shuffling through a large stack of papers. I held back a sigh. Unless the documents included a literal video of someone staging the deaths I doubted it would make much of a difference.
“No, no, please, explain in words, paraphrase if you must,” said Felix, unwilling to waste anymore time here.
Dexter huffed, seemingly disappointed that we hadn’t chosen the scenic route of going through his documents.
“The rich and famous in werewolf country have bodysnatchers among them!” Said Dexter unabashedly.
Silence. Chance stopped weeping, possibly shocked by the absurdity of that statement. Danny had his eyes on a stack of DVDs in the corner. Felix’s face bore an impassive exp**ssion.Only Calix looked like he was willing to give the story a chance. Bless him.
“The bodysnatchers are immortal just like werewolves but they have limitations. They need fresh bodies every time the old body wears thin. They are like parasites and the bodies are hosts. They pick bodies that are desirable in someway, maybe the person is beautiful, important or they envy the lifestyle the person has already or what the person has the potential to have,” said Dexter.
The word ‘bodysnatchers’ conjured up images of large-headed aliens in my mind. I pictured Chasity’s beautiful face. She certainly had an enviable lifestyle. She was gorgeous and beloved by us, her three Alphas. She was also the rightful Winter Moon Luna though she had gone missing before officially taking up the post. A chill crept through me. If this theory was true, what was he implying?! That a fake Chasity would turn up to claim the position of Luna? Over my dead body. They would have to make a doppelgänger Alex to pull that off. This Alex was not serving any other Luna besides the original Chasity.
“They may fake the person’s death in one place and carry on their life with that body in another place or they may just carry on living in the same place as them seamlessly. The first step is scouting or vetting,” stated Dexter, “meaning they get information about what candidates are out there. The second step is selection. They pick the body they want and kidnap the person. The kidnapping is technically the third step, procurement. So after scouting, selection and procurement, they need to do step four. Preparation of the body for its host. The body must be empty spiritually speaking. They take the essence of the person out of the desired body and put it somewhere else.”
“Somewhere else?” Asked Calix.
“In an animal, a different empty body, a statue, a doll, preferably in an animal. The next step is transference, transferring the consciousness of the bodysnatcher into this new host body. The old host body might killed. The new body is now the bodysnatcher until the snatcher needs another body!” Explained Dexter confidently.
I wonder if the bodysnatchers had used their old bodies as decoys, disguising them as Chalice, Chase and Deidre for Chance to find. For some reason, I was starting to believe Dexter’s theory. Felix, on the other hand, seemed to think Dexter was delusional.
Felix
“Ok, thank you,” I said, trying to hide the impatience in my voice.
In my opinion, this seemed to be going nowhere fast. Baby Boy Calix, on the other hand, was eating it up.
“So Chalice and Chase and the real Deidre are in an animal or a doll or a statue or just re-trapped somewhere. It makes sense that Deidre’s body could be being used by someone with the real Deidre out of the way,” said Calix, seemingly fascinated by the concept.
Before Calix could hear the rest of Dexter’s twilight zone pitch, Alex and I pulled him away from the conspiracy theorist. Thankfully, we left shortly after that. Calix glared daggers at us later in the car. Even though I hated to admit it, it bothered me whenever my little brother was angry with me.
“Calix, Dexter was filling your head with conspiracy theories and whatnot,” I snapped in my own defence. “We didn’t come to write a paranormal gossip tabloid rag. We’re looking for Chasity!” I said indignantly.
“I know, so am I,” snapped Calix. “And I believe him. Chasity’s parents are alive somewhere and so is the real Deidre Binx. The only person we need to confront next is the fake Deidre Binx!”
I sighed. Calix really believed this bodysnatcher shit. Alex seemed to be on the fence about Dexter’s theory.
“Whether or not this bodysnatcher thing is true, we still need to confront Deidre so we will do that! But first, we need to visit A Fork in the Road cage-fighting club. They’re scheduled to have fights tonight, and I wanna see who’s there. Some of them may have something to do with Chasity or her parents,” reasoned Alex, bringing some logic back onto the scene to my utter relief.
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