18 Oct

The Witch Sisters Part Five

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part SixPart SevenPart EightPart NinePart Ten

I woke up in a cheap motel room with Kelly standing over me, waiting. She really was beautiful but seeing her just standing over me was kind of creeping me out.

I was confused because the last thing I remember was running at a witch and her flash banging me.

“How did we get away?” I asked her. “I thought we were toast.”

She pulled out her gun.

“Are you going to tell me that you just shot her?” That seemed impossible.

“No,” she answered. “This is a flamethrower. You didn’t think I would go up against a witch unprepared, did you?” She was indicating that I did.

“I didn’t expect to get arrested.” I hated the fact that a human was able to stop the witch and I wasn’t.


“That was weird, right? I mean I have only gone up against a couple of witches but this one seemed strong. I could feel it.”

“I wouldn’t know. That is the first witch I have faced.”

“Really? Then how did you know what to do?”

She just looked at me.

“Right,” I said. Her agency really did know its stuff.

Kelly walked away from me and went over to her computer, a cup of coffee sat next to it. I wasn’t a big coffee drinker myself. I didn’t understand what all the hype about it was because it tasted disgusting. Stretching my arms high in the air I stood up and tried to shake off the ache in my body. That witch really did a number on me, whatever she did.

“So,” I started, “what’s on the agenda for today?”

“You get out of here,” she blurted.

“Jeez. Just kick me out the next morning.”

“You’re the one who wanted to work this one alone.”

“True. Where’s my bike?”

“Outside.” She threw me the keys.


Without another word I walked out of the door and found my motorcycle, looking all kinds of good. I looked it up and down to make sure that there was nothing wrong with her.

“They didn’t hurt you, did they girl?” I asked her. No I’m not crazy. Don’t tell me none of you out there don’t treat your car or bike like this. Yeah, that’s what I thought.

Anyway, I climbed on my bike and headed for the closest food place that I could find. I hadn’t eaten since the day before at lunchtime. Paladins burned a lot of calories and therefore needed a lot of food. That being said I needed something and fast. There was a nice place that had really good burgers so I stopped in there. Halfway through my burger I wished I hadn’t, though. The little girl whose face I splashed was sitting on the other side of the diner.

I whipped around and sat on the other side of the booth so that my back was facing her, hoping that she hadn’t saw me. That didn’t help, however, because Officer Bennett sat across from me right as I sat down.

“Good burger?” he asked me.

“One of the best I’ve ever had,” I replied.

“If I’m ever having a bad day I always come here and get myself one.”

“I can understand why.” I wasn’t really sure what he was getting at.

“I told you I didn’t want to see you again,” he said.

I had just taken a bite of my delicious burger so for a little bit I just chewed on it. My mother always taught me never to talk with my mouthful.

“I just came here to get some food,” I told him. “I don’t want any trouble.”

“I can promise you that if you put one toe out of line I will know about it. I’m going to be watching you. If you move I will see it. If you whisper I will hear it and if you sneeze you better believe that I will be there to say bless you. I will have an eye on your every move. I may not be able to just kick you out of my town but I can arrest you if you mess up again and that pretty little blonde won’t be able to get you out again.”

I nodded my head and knew that his words were true, but honestly all I had to do was zap the guy’s brain and he would never know that I even existed. I had no intentions of leaving until I saw that witch dead by the blade of my axe. Officer Bennett could do whatever he wanted but he wasn’t going to be able to stop me.

“OK,” was all I said.

He stood up and straightened his uniform. “Have a good day.” Then he was gone. I wanted to be out of there soon because I didn’t want the girl to see me and I needed to get some headway on the witch, before she flash banged me again—or worse.

I quickly ate my food and then left. Luckily enough the girl didn’t see me, so I got out of there before she had the chance. I quickly looked up some of the families whose cats were missing and nothing about any of them really stood out to me. So, I closed my eyes, pointed my finger, and chose the one my finger landed on.

As I approached the house it was a large white house with blue shutters and two floors. There was a garden of flowers in the front and a stone wall lining the front perimeter. It kind of reminded me of my house. To be honest my parents were kind of rich. My dad was a software developer for a very large company but I honestly don’t even remember the name—it all seemed so distant to me.

The walkway from the drive to the house was made of stone and there were little lights lined up on both sides. No, they weren’t on–it was the middle of the day. Come on, try to keep up. There was a little boy sitting on the porch, clutching a stuffed animal. He was probably as old as the girl whose face I splashed and he looked liked he had been crying. When he saw me coming he jumped a little bit but I held my hands up, trying to let him know it was OK.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hi,” he replied.

“You OK?”

“Fluffy is missing.” Fluffy. Seriously?

“I’m sorry little guy. What happened?”

He shook his head. “He didn’t come home one day. I think it was the scary lady.”

That certainly peeked my interest.

“What scary lady?” I asked him.

“The one who looks in through my window at night,” he answered. I felt chills running up and down my spine. If I woke up to a witch staring at me I am pretty sure I would need a fresh pair of pants. Something about that was strange.

“When is the last time you saw her?”

“Right before Fluffy…Fluffy disappeared.” That makes more sense. She was watching the cat, not the kid—I hoped.

“Look,” I started but the door opened up, interrupting me.

“Who are you?” shouted what I assumed to be the mom. “Jimmy, get away from him.”

Jimmy walked away from me but he wasn’t as scared as when he first saw me.

“You’re that kid that threw water at that girl,” she stated. Crap.

I went to throw my hands up to delete the memory but Kelly came strolling out, so I stopped. I wasn’t sure if she knew about that and I didn’t want to give my ability away.

“Thank you for your time, Mrs. Tibbs,” she said. “I will gladly escort Wes out of here.”

“How are you not in jail?” Mrs. Tibbs asked me.

“I… uh…” I stammered.

“Let’s go,” Kelly ordered.

We walked down the pathway and Mrs. Tibbs stared at me the entire way.

“You know you shouldn’t say my name,” I said.

“Stop,” she blurted.


She grabbed my arm and spun me around. She was stronger than I gave her credit for.

“What?” I asked.

“We have a big problem…”

The Witch Sisters: Part Five

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