Other Side Tales - First Turn

The Piper remove the flute from his coat pocket, it was a strange thing made from the hollowed out arm bone of a once-dead witch. It still had gnaw marks on it... The piper put the flute to his lips and started playing. 
Suzy Adams could not sleep, as a nearly thirteen year old she knew the grown up thing was to get a good night's rest but something was keeping her awake. She threw the blankets off her and strode into the kitchen. 
"It must be nerves for tomorrow," the still 12 year old said for her upcoming birthday. 
Soon she would not be a child anymore. She did not find that fact sad as all the children in her class did when they turned. 
The clock showed it was 11:45 when music floated in through the kitchen window then and Suzy found her feet not obeying her brains orders. Frowning she wondered where her feet wanted to go. 
So Suzy Adams did the sensible thing and put on her shoes as her feet tapped to be away and put on a coat. 
"This is my coat so slow down. If I go out I must have my coat," she told her hurrying feet as she shrugged it on. The music became earnest as Suzy thought of fighting the music. It told her to stop and just let go, be the child she was and simply surrender, Suzy Adams was now curious. 
The Piper looked at the music in the air and saw that one of the children was struggling against his song so he simply reached into the melody and plucked out the child's life. It was a small boy. 
How delicious the young ones were. 
The other four would have to do for tonight, no make that three as the Piper plucked another struggling child from the world. 
Suzy Adams watched her feet walk out of her parent's house and down the path towards the local forest, she knew that was dangerous, her father had taken her there hunting a few times. It was easy to get lost. 
Fifteen minutes later she stopped in front of another kid, it was Bass Jenkins from two houses down from hers. He looked still asleep as his feet walked on. 
Behind her the town hall started bonging out its 12 chimes. 
Midnight. 
Soon they were joined by another child, this one Marcy, the new kid in town. She was Suzy's neighbour.
The clock stopped its chimes and the three stood before a small man who was just lowering a flute. Suzy knew it was a flute, Miss van Saar had showed them one in music class last week. 
"Ah children, time to pay the piper," said the small man as he leaned into Bass Jenkins. Suzy saw him tap Bass with the flute and Bass dropped down. 
"He's dead," said Suzy's brain to her, "No one falls like that alive. It's all funny looking." 
Suzy opened her mouth to say something but no words came out. The Piper saw her and stepped away from Bass, he looked down at Suzy "My, my. You are an impressive little girl," he said smugly. 
"What's that dear?" the Piper leaned closer and placed his head next to Suzy's mouth. "Speak up my delicious little thing." 
Suzy flicked open the knife she kept in her coat pocket. 
"Rule 5, Suzy. Always keep a knife," she heard her father's voice say. 
She stabbed once into the man's neck. 
"I'm thirteen, I'm not a child," she told the Piper as he flew back with a gasp, blood shooting between his fingers as he tried to stop the blood flow. He fell to his knees and landed face down in the forest leaves. 
Dead. 
Suzy looked down at the man with little emotion crossing her face. 
"Easier than a deer," she muttered to herself cleaning the knife blade, "Always keep your tools clean," she muttered. 
Taking Marcy's hand she walked home, the strange flute now in her coat pocket.