When Anette
came to, she felt a warm sensation in her chest. It spread to the rest of her
body and woke the cold skin. She heard voices all around her; almost all of
them were frantic. All cells in her body were buzzing, which meant that someone
was practicing magic on her.
Anette
opened her eyes and saw how the Wishmaster was hovering over her, his hands
outstretched and glowing in a dark green color.
“She is
waking up!” Tarja’s relieved voice sounded.
“What
happened?” Anette’s voice was hoarse and wavered slightly. Her whole body was
still hurting and the worst pain radiated from her wrist where she had placed
the bracelet she got as a gift. When her hand reached for the jewelry, she felt
that it was no longer in place.
“It was
hurting you, so we had to remove it, or else it would have killed you. It has
the same features as the arrowhead.”
Anette
rose from the ground and felt how her legs were shaking from both the murder
attempt and from the knowledge of who had given her the bracelet.
“If it
were not for the Wishmaster’s healing capabilities, then we would surely have
lost you.” Tarja said and Anette heard the tears in her voice.
Anette
was boiling with anger. Anger caused by the death of her friend and the sorrow
that followed, the betrayal of a friend and colleague, a regular who abused her
trust, and finally the worry and horror that crossed her friends faces. She had
had enough.
With
determined steps, she walked up to John and bend forward, clenching her hands
on his knees. When he squirmed underneath her, she leaned even more forward and
whispered in a cold tone in his ear:
“Oh,
you are going to talk. And until you do, I will enjoy every moment of you
screaming and begging for me to stop. You deserve everything that is coming
your way.”
“NO
STOP, PLEASE!”
“The bride shrieks while her body transforms into hundreds
of spiders, and they will proceed to crawl up the man’s legs. When they are on
his lap, they will come together and form a goblin with big, razor sharp teeth.
The goblin will laugh before launching at the man and make his chair fall over.
The floor around him feels like hundreds of needles are pressed into his skin.”
John
screamed while Anette’s voice never wavered. She was consumed with rage.
“Hands reach up from the floor and grabs the man. They
yank him down as the floor turns to water. A sea serpent swims up to him and caress
his arms and chest with its cold and slippery skin. The serpent opens its mouth
and swallows the man whole.”
Tarja
and the guys stood behind Anette and felt how the magic poured out of her. It
was a frightening sight.
“The Bride pulls the man up from the darkness and throws
him into a mist. It is thick and almost suffocating him. Mutilated faces greets
him, people missing their jaws, eyes, noses and lips.”
“Stop,
I will tell you everything, I swear!”
Tears
slipped down John’s cheeks, but Anette was relentless. She kept on reading. The
Bride was powerful and lured Anette in further. In the back of her head, Anette
knew that it was dangerous to give into the hate, but it was hard to stop when
she felt this much in power.
“The Bride’s eyes are black, her lips turned into a
wicked grin. She wants to kill the man in front of her. She chuckles deep in
her throat and pulls a dagger from her robe. It is already covered in dried
blood.”
“NO!”
“Someone
has to stop her; she is going to kill him!”
Anette
could feel the Bride’s hate. They were one. She could see John through her
eyes, his eyes widened in fear. It made Anette laugh bitterly.
“The Bride lifts the dagger and slowly she…”
The image
was shattered, the book slipped from her hands. Anette saw how the Bride
disappeared. The feeling of absolute power left her and she growled deep in her
throat and turned around. The Wishmaster stood there with a triumphant smile on
his lips. Anette lashed out and tried to grab a hold of his suit, but strong
arms stopped her.
“Anette,
calm down, you almost killed John!”
“I do
not care, he killed Emma!”
“Revenge
is never good and it will not bring Emma back. It will only darken your heart.”
“Please,
release me, I will talk. Just… do not bring her back.” John’s voice was weak
and strained.
Marco
stood in front of John, untied the ropes, and yanked him to his feet. In a low
and threatening voice, the bearded man spoke:
“Who
are you working for?”
John
cleared his throat and met Marco’s blazing eyes.
“We are
the ones that will bring an end to magic. My mission is to kill every magical
creature that crosses my path. The Storyteller is only the beginning, Frederick
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A/N
Wow, this is getting really intense, I can't wait to
read more! Wait, I'm the author... never mind...
I don't know about you, but Anette getting all intense
and murderous is pretty exciting. She seems to be the fluffiest and sweetest
angel out there, but she has to lose control once in a while. Yayyy for
writing!
So, one more chapter maybe and then this story will
end *sob*
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