Scar Attempts Of The Witches Part Four

 The Fourth Attempt

Scar slipped out of her bed. She was better than she was three days before. She smelt and was covered in sweat. She knew that it was time to start to move and clean herself. So she walked out of her room.

“Are you alright being out of bed?”

“Yes. I’m feeling much better. Thank you, Mr?”

“Just call me The Watcher!” He purred as he bowed like a court jester.

“Thank you Mr Watcher.”

“You’re very welcome!” He sang.

“Why did you save me? Don’t you work for-urm, Mrs Smith?”

He chuckled as he shrugged.

“What can I say? I can tell that you’ve got a rather large amount of greatness within you! That’s why I saved you.”

She looked down for a moment, masking her feeling of being creeped out and nodded as she walked to the bathroom. She felt her heart sinking slightly.

“By the way, don’t follow me. Don’t follow me. I need to have a shower. After all, I do smell.”

He chuckled as she walked in and took a shower and cleaned herself thoroughly. Once she was done, she covered herself with a long towel. She walked to her bedroom. She put on black underwear, a long sleeve shirt and combat trousers. Then she walked out.

“Aren’t you going to put the pyjamas and bed covers in the laundry machine?”

She frowned.

“Why?”

“Because they absorbed all your sweat. Is this the first time you’ve been ill?”

“Yes.”

“Then this is what you need to do.”

She nodded as he helped her strip the bed.

“By the way, what do you think caused it?”

She shrugged.

“From what I gather, stress.”

He nodded.

That might be one thing. After all, the first five years of my life was being tortured by those witches. Yet I had a good and normal break until I came here. Then after men died I found my- Morana, the woman who gave birth to me who has done nothing more than try to kill me over and over, and my biological father can’t even be there for me and my best friends can’t even be my best friends anymore. Then those witches are trying to get me again and there’s nobody who’ll protect me!

She felt her heart sinking. Yet she, wanting to take her mind off things, pulled off the rest of the sheets and pillows. She pushed them all into the laundry machine with her pyjamas and clothes. She put in the laundry powder and conditioner and closed the door and put it on.

“So what are you still doing here?”

“Trying to keep you safe until this nasty witch business is all over and done with!”

She nodded as she walked to Charlotte’s room. She sniffed up. She felt herself becoming calm as she smelt the remaining scent of her adopted mother. She walked to where the bad sheets were. She soon found them in a plastic box under the bed.

“Why are there these empty beds?” 

“When I first moved here, I had a mum and younger twin siblings, Bill and Bliss. We were adopted and happy. Now, they’re in another world and mum was murdered last September.”

He nodded.

“And you’ve been alone ever since?”

“Yes.”

“Not even Alex pops by?”

“No. After all, he needs to keep Mrs Smith at bet as much as he can-”

She felt her eyes becoming watery.

“And?”

“And nothing!” She snapped, collecting the sheets and pillows.

She walked to the door but he grabbed her by her arm and blocked her exit point. He gave her a stern look in his emerald eyes. Almost like a father would.

“No. That’s not it.”

She looked down. She tried to push herself on, but he was not letting go.

“Let me go!”

“No. Not until you tell me what’s wrong. It isn’t just stress is it?”

She let out a huff and him in the side before walking on. She walked to her room. She then put the elastic corner on the mattress. She then walked to the other corner yet the first corner slipped off. Frustrated, she pulled it back to the bottom and returned to the second and did the same and went on to the next two corners. She did the pillows which was easy. Yet when she came onto putting the quilt on, she felt her stomach drop.

She then heard The Watcher came in.

“Try the corners.”

She jumped as she looked back.

“And no, I’m not dropping it. Tell me, what’s wrong?”

She rolled her eyes. Then she saw the fireball coming at the window. Yet before it landed the fire was put out.

“What is it?”

“They’re here.”

She then ran to the door but she saw the arm. She ducked and dived on. She ran down the stairs and to the kitchen.

Right, what can I use here?

She looked all around the spices and found pepper and chilli. She thrust them into her pocket. She ran to the door to see The Watcher standing there with a phone.

“Tell me, why shouldn’t we call the professionals, shall we?”

Her eyes darkened.

“Like they’ll help!”

“I don’t know. Maybe if I ask Morana very, very nicely, she will come?”

“Ha! Fat chance!”

“Oh? Not even for you?”

“Especially for me! She will never send anyone to protect me! If she was here now she would be handing me over right now!”

“Oh?”

Scar walked up to him as she looked out the door. She could feel a lump in her throat as she saw them.

“And why don’t you want to go with them?”

“Because I don’t want to lose my freedom and have to spend the rest of my life as their plaything! Honestly, the time I was being ‘raised’ by them…”

No, I can’t cry at a time like this. I need to look strong. I need to be strong.

She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. She then opened the door. Yet as she did, she felt a hand grab her by the throat. The next moment she was hit to the ground. The spices rolled out of her pockets and she felt hands grabbing arms. She looked up to see the witches. She tried to kick the one in front of her but it did not faze her.

“What was that?” She laughed.

She leaned in closer.

“Was that supposed to be a kick?”

Scar looked away.

“Was that the same kick she gave you?”

“No, they were stronger.”

That was when she felt a ripple run throughout her and Charnette nodded.

“Alright. Then how about I show you what one of those is supposed to feel like.” She spoke as she kicked her in the side.

Pain flared up in her side like there were thousands of pins and needles had been thrust inside her. She let out a cry of pain as she struggled against their hands. Shd pulled and pulled yet they were just too strong for her.

Seriously, how strong are they anyway? They were not as strong as they are now! Unless..

“You enhanced yourselves with magic, didn’t you?”

“Oooh! You’re a smart one. I would be sooo proud of you l. Although I am quite aware that you’re a little detective these days! I bet mummy and daddy are so proud of you!”

She looked to the side.

“Why don’t you just leave me alone?”

The three let out a laugh.

“I thought that was obvious! You are the Mythos Puros, a magical weapon with untapped power. We want to take you home to see what you can do.”

Liar!

“Is that why you tortured me?”

“Yes “

“And that is why we are going to torture you until we find out exactly what you can do.”

“That way we can use you to bring the glory days of old!”

“Where Dark Lords and Dark Ladies were known and feared and magic was thriving throughout the multiverse!”

“No!” She shouted, kicking her again and putting all her will into hurting the witch.

That was when she fell on her. She closed her eyes in dread as she felt her breath on her face.

“That was so much better.”

She headbutted her nose. The next moment she felt arms at her throat along with dripping blood on her forehead. She opened them to see the witch had a nosebleed and the sides of her arms on her throat, pinning her down. She kneed her again and again but it did nothing. She tried to push her head forward but she felt her arms press in further.

“Really? That’s what you’re trying to do?”

Scar looked up and tried to push her arms forward but that did nothing.

“Do you want to feel pain?”

“Well, I’m gonna feel it anyway! At least this way I'll feel less of it!” She cried.

She leaned forward and Scar headbutted her as hard as she could. Yet this did nothing. She heard her chuckle as she pulled back and punched her in the face. She then looked on and spotted the next one. She dodged out of the way. She did this again and again and again. Then the fist came down next to her. She bit into the wrist as hard as she could. She then felt a fist to her face. She let go and she was hit in the temple again and again and again until her vision became blurry.

That was when she saw the fist of a man. He hit the witches off her. Then he pulled out a knife and went to the first witch yet she dived out of the way. Scar was pulled up by the witch to the left. She was then thrust into a sack. Sje then felt her move then suddenly dropped.

The next moment she was in a bed looking at The Watcher and Alex attending to her wounds.

“Seriously, why are you stalking her?”

“You should be glad that I did. After all, my stalking did save her on many occasions, might I add!”

“That’s beside the point!”

“Ohh! Alright! I have met two others that looked identical to her. Except with her eyes. I was just curious. That’s all!”

Scar slipped back to unconsciousness.