Chapter Sixty-Seven – Burn the Witch
The screen flickered. In that dark room, the only light came from the looming glow of street lamps sneaking between the closed blinds over the windows, as well as the television Kevin faced upon the couch. The scene was night, and a young man was stepping carefully down the street, beneath a clouded moon. There were no sounds beyond a wispy wind, nor were there people around, yet the character knew he was being followed. It was felt down his spine.
Sweat poured down Kevin’s brow. The music built, and he was on the edge of his seat, waiting for something to pop out. Tensions grew stronger. His heart beat quickly. Slowly, the character turned his head, and behind it was—
Suddenly, a hand grabbed Kevin’s shoulder, and he screamed like a girl.
At first, he thought it was a ghost, but when his heart stopped pounded at a rapid pace, his eyes focused, and he saw Deena looming behind his sofa with a blank face. Kevin fell to his side with a hand over his forehead.
Chapter Thirty-Three – Madness Unleashed
Poppet was frozen with fear. Around her neck, the unnaturally tight grip of finger bones squeezed as the tips began to pierce through her flesh. The smell—it was terrible. Rotting skin and ancient bones wafted a scent to burn her nostrils given her terrifyingly close proximity, and this was further scarring with the creature’s jet black eye-sockets somehow still staring directly into her eyes. His jaw pulled open, and despite the lack of a tongue, or flesh whatsoever, a course voice came as freely as a man still living.
“You’re tiny… like a baby,” he grumbled.
Her eyes stayed staring. This had never happened before, but there was something about him that struck her silent. All she could do was mumble in response. There, balanced on her toes, she remained grappled by a nightmare.
“It feels like it’s about midnight,” he continued. “The perfect time for a snack. And I don’t know about you, but,” he said as he lifted Poppet closer to his face. “I. Eat. Babies.”
“What are you doing?” shouted Renatta’s voice from afar.
Chapter Three – The Devil Went Down to Alberta
The three of them stood lurking in an alley like a group of loitering hooligans. Deena, crossing her arms, now had her hair done up in loops, even though neither of the boys even noticed her have a chance to change. She was mostly quiet, which seemed to be the norm.
“What are we looking for?” Kevin asked quietly. “I don’t see anything.”
“Normal people don’t have magic eyes,” came a quiet, slightly frustrated response from the witch.
Eldrian inspected the time on his phone, but looked up to Kevin’s confusion and spoke. “Magic eyes. It’s what lets wizards get away with a lot of things without others finding out. It lets you see what others can’t. Wizards have them, and spellbreakers have them. Demons too, usually, and some other things. Sorry, Kev. You don’t have them, so just try not to get murdered.”
“Gee, thanks,” muttered the ginger boy in response. “But what are we waiting for? We’re standing still. Is it supposed to come to us?”
Chapter Two – Black Magic Woman
Buttons were clacking under the aggressive panic of Eldrian’s thumbs and fingers as the plumber jumped and jumped over hordes of terrifying fungus monstrosities. Suspenders weren’t much to wear on the battlefield, but the little man pushed forward. That is, until his life came to an untimely end meeting a sharp-toothed flower protruding from a pipe.
“Aah! Damn it it all. Where’d that thing even come from?” Eldrian cursed as he dropped the controller to his knees.
The two of them sat on the cream-coloured carpet of Kevin’s bedroom. A forty-inch CRT television rested on the stand in front of them, plugged into an old gaming console. The sad words of, “Game Over” were present on the screen at this moment.
“I thought you were a wizard,” muttered Kevin sarcastically.
“First of all, I’m going to turn you into a frog. Second of all, don’t say that out loud. I’m probably already going to pay for what I did last night. Someone somewhere is going to have my butt on a platter, whether that’s the government, or a friend. I’m not sure which is better.”