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wiccaryan wrote: The continuation of "Witch", Chapter 3: The Boy With the Long Dark Hair Chapter 4: Insanity's Curse

Chapter 3
The boy with the long dark hair

“Dreadfully sorry I’m late.” I apologised, my breathing erratic from running. “Had to stop in the Cafeteria for a salad,” I explained. Emily and Jake were wrapped up with each other, as usual.
Rolling my eyes, I began to sit down[s], and[/s] when he turned his head.
It was the boy from English class this morning, his long dark hair [s]skipped[/s] skipping along with the wind as he looked toward me.
“Oh, please excuse my lack of manners.” I apologized, looking down at him, “I’m Nick. Nick Hobbs.” I swept into a bow jokingly, locking eyes with him intentionally.
I couldn’t help but smile as he blushed[s],[/s]. He must have felt so shy in a new school.
Standing once again to my full height, I analyzed his aura carefully. A deep sunshine yellow glowed around him magnificently[s],[/s] as his heart[s],[/s] resonated and pumped with an echoing, pure white light. So delicate, so fragile. I found myself scared to look away[s],[/s] for fear it would be gone should I choose to search for it once more. He can’t be a witch…it’s impossible.
“I’m Tristan, Tristan Lancaster .” [s]his[/s] His voice was soft like summer's rain.
Taking off my coat, I placed it carefully at the base of the tree and sat down.
The cool winter air[s],[/s] lovingly stroked my skin. My stomach growled, remembering that I was hungry - I took the top off my salad[s],[/s] using the plastic, sad excuse for a fork to eat. I would make it my business never to forget my lunch again.
“So Tristan, how are you?” I quizzed, looking at the stranger before me. His deathly pale skin contrasted strikingly against his raven hair, as ice blue eyes which seemed to penetrate my very soul never sat still for more than a moment.
“I’m very well, thank you. I’m nervous, but coping[s],[/s].” he admitted, as a gentle smile danced on the corners of his blood red lips.
“Oh, don’t worry about that! Folks round here are friendly.” Emily interjected, finally breaking her kiss from Jake. “We’ll see you right[s], don’t[/s] Don't worry about a thing.” [s]she[/s] She squeaked excitedly.
“I gotta go.” Jake announced, jumping off the raised platform. “Band practice.”
“Oh wait up, I’ll come watch you.” Emily replied[s], her[/s] Her ballerina like body seemed to float in the air as she jumped after him[s],[/s]. “See you soon you two.” [s]she[/s] She waved, before disappearing with Jake.
What should I say? Well, I have to say something! We can’t just sit here in silence. What should I say?!
Well whatever you say, make it fast before he leaves!
My mind raced[s],[/s] . I couldn’t for the life of me think of a conversational topic[s],[/s] . [s]tossing[/s] Tossing my salad into the nearby garbage bin, I turned to Tristan.
“So, where did you come from?” I asked[s],[/s] . VERY smooth[s],[/s] . I bet he hasn’t heard that one today.
Bravo Nick, bravo.
“I moved from New York,” he responded, digging in his bag for something[s],[/s].“Oh shoot, I’ve forgotten my lunch. Um… could you show me where to buy food here? Jake didn’t take me into the cafeteria.” [s]he[/s] Hecontinued, his voice sounding shy and embarrassed.
Now you’ve got an excuse to stay with him, don’t blow it Nick. Don’t blow it, I thought to myself before standing and offering him my hand.
Taking my hand, he stood himself up. His touch sent chills up and down my spine, causing me to shiver profusely[s],[/s] . [s]luckily[/s] Luckily, Tristan just assumed it was the cold winter air.
“So, you lived here all your life?” Tristan enquired, before picking up my coat for me and handing it to me.
“No, I’m originally from England. I moved here when I was nine.” I replied as we walked back towards the cafeteria.
“Wow, England huh? I’ve always wanted to go there.” Tristan’s voice was fast and excited as he looked at me in awe.
“Well, I’ll have to take you sometime.” I casually suggested. Smooth.
“Oh I’d love to-.” [s]his[/s] His voice cut off as his foot hit an icy patch on the path[s], flying[/s] . As he flew backwards I instinctively swept forwards, my arms outstretched. Tristan’s body was lighter than anything I’d ever held, catching him just in time. I laughed at his obvious clumsiness.
“Is this a habit of yours, slipping?” I joked, helping him back to his feet.
“Not just slipping - falling, flailing, crashing…” He smiled, picking his bag up. “I’m such a klutz at times. Thanks for catching me for that would have made it three times today[s]”.[/s] ."
“My pleasure, it was nothing really.” I insisted modestly. “We’re here.”
Holding the door open for him, we entered the Cafeteria. [s]A[/s] It was a huge grey circular room, with round tables and blue plastic chairs-. [s]it[/s] It wasn’t the most pleasant place in the school. Leading Tristan to the queue I became highly aware of how many people were staring at us, often followed by a gossipy whisper or an outright conversation[s],[/s] . [s]people[/s] People in this school had a severe lack of common manners.

“Here we are, beef burgers, fries, pizza, ice cream.” I sighed showing him the food[s],[/s] .“A heart attack waiting to happen if you ask me.”
Tristan obviously agreed with me, preferring to look at the small fruit bowl[s],[/s]. “No oranges, oh well.” [s]he[/s] He sighed.
Putting my hand behind my back, I snapped my fingers quietly conjuring an orange out of thin air[s], [/s] .“Here you can have mine…it was in my bag,” I said before handing it to him.
“Really? Are you sure? I mean, that salad wasn’t much. You must still be hungry.” [s]he[/s] He stammered, obviously not used to such acts of generosity.
“Nonsense, you’ve had nothing…and you are as thin as a matchstick[s], you[/s]. You cannot go without anymore food.” He laughed at that, his laughter soft like a wind chime making me feel lighter inside.
“You sound just like my mother.” [s]he[/s] He teased, starting to peel the orange and walk over to an empty table.
“Ah, the thing every guy wants to hear[s],[/s].” I smiled, pulling out his chair for him before sitting into my own.
“So Tristan, tell me your story.” Tell me your story?! My god, I’m crashing and burning!
“Nothing much to tell really - I lived in New York, I now live here. My favourite color is yellow, my favourite movie is Thelma and Louise and I prefer Italian to Chinese food.” He shrugged, finally taking the peel off his orange.
The room started to fall silent as our classmates filed out[s],[/s] until in the last seconds of lunch when it was only Tristan and I in the room.

We had compared music, books, television, movies…he was under the impression that Pulp Fiction was atrocious, and I was in thorough agreement. We laughed, we conversed, we ooohed and ahhed at each others anecdotes and stories, including an amusing story of Tristan’s ability to trip through a wedding cake when he was eight…
I felt myself smiling uncontrollably all the time we talked; his voice was so refined and warm, yet nervous and shy.
Besides his voice, there was something different about him, which I couldn’t quite pinpoint. His aura continued to pulse and vibrate the fantasmic sunshine yellow and white bathing him. It screamed power[s], so [/s] So much power in such a delicate body?
A witch? He can’t be.
I pondered, staring, trying to isolate and analyze my thought.
The hour had drifted so expeditiously that we didn’t even here the bell chime; turning his head the sun caught Tristan’s body, the angelic glow causing me to sigh without thinking.
“So, Trist.” I began, quickly becoming comfortable enough with him to use an abbreviation. “Do you know your way around town? I could show you if you like.”
“Oh, that would be great.” [s]his[/s] His smile came naturally[s], at[/s] . At that moment his unrepentant blue eyes flashed upwards to meet mine.
My heart skipped a beat.
“So um...” I stumbled over my words, my heart still daring to catch up to me. “Tomorrow after school?”
“Sure that’ll do just fine.” [s]his[/s] His voice was light and airy, relaxed. I felt [s]relived[/s] releaved that he was comfortable around me[s], it[/s] . It was widely known in school that my friends were few and far between. Stories and myths had been circulated about me since I moved [s]her[/s] [colour=red]Here[/color]. Only half of which were true. Never the less, people kept a comfortable distance.
“We could go for a coffee or something afterwards.” [s]he[/s] He suggested[s], my[/s] . My heart stopping dead once again.
“Great idea.” I replied, my thoughts spinning and beginning to already count the hours down.


Chapter 4
Insanity’s Curse

Screaming mimes! BEAT AND BURN, BEAT AND BURN! The stars fail to go to the bathroom[s],[/s] and the shopping trolley is full.
Beat and burn.
Witches, witches, witches!
Smell the wall, the bending stone, BEAT AND BURN!
THE BUBBLE DANCER FAILS TO STOP, IT CONSUMES.
BEAT AND BURN, BEAT AND BURN.
Why won’t anyone listen?
Screaming mimes and tall midgets are the only one’s who listen.
SEA DUST IN MY EYES
THE WALKING SNAKES SEE THE DIRT
DIRTY BOY, DIRTY BOY, the screaming mime sings.
I’VE NAMED YOU ALL THE SAME NAMES, AND NOW [s]YOUR[/s] YOU'RE CONFUSED,
Glass liquid. Glass liquid.
BEAT AND BURN THE SCREAMING MIMES.
“Can you hear me?” [s]a[/s] A familiar voice penetrated my mind[s], was[/s] . Was I truly back? Or was my mind playing tricks on me?
“How long was I away this time?” I quizzed, standing up and examining the room. I hadn’t wrecked most of it this time, but I’d taken to writing all over the walls.
“Just five days.” [s]my[/s] My apprentice, Mark told me.
“The curse is weakening then.” I whispered, splashing my face with cold water. I began to dress myself. “Any luck finding the Lancaster’s?” I demanded.
“No, they’ve vanished.” Mark stammered.
I lunged at him, pinning him smartly to the wall[s],[/s] . I locked eyes with him[s], this[/s] . This stupid child hadn’t even made an effort, and yet he assumed he could help me take lives. I had no use for insolence, for laziness or for someone with no spine.
“I’ll find them, I swear....we have spies everywhere, Scarlet'll find them.” [s]he [/s] He pleaded; already his eyes were glazed with tears. Pathetic coward.
“Are you forgetting the blood oath you made to me? You swore you’d help me get them!” I couldn’t control my anger, throwing him across the room he crashed into my desk.
“I will Dante, I promise…I got you the technology didn’t I?” [s]he[/s] He dared to answer me back, and yet I couldn’t deny the fact that he had gotten me then technology I needed.
“Yes, you did and for that I am grateful. I would have done it myself but being cursed into insanity itself kind of puts a crimp in one’s plans.” I spat at him viciously; when the time was right…he would die as well. I felt no pity. No mercy. Nothing, but the [s]deafaning[/s] deafening urge to seek revenge.
“We must purge this world, beat and burn the magical disease out of existence, starting with the Lancaster’s.”
"Dante, we do know one thing....Tristan is still alive." [s]the[/s] The anger inside me boiled[s], after[/s] . After all this, after all [s]i've[/s] I've been through...and he was still alive. It took all my strength not to throw up.
“But Dante, they’ve went into hiding...it’s going to be tricky and a-a-are you sure you want to take them on again? I mean, after the last time?”

“The last time I was mortal. I under estimated them…thing’s change”

Emily and Jake were wrapped up with each other, as usual.

I apologized, looking down at him

I couldn’t help but smile as he blushed, he must have felt so shy in a new school.

Taking off my coat, I placed it carefully at the base of the tree and sat down.

His deathly pale skin contrasted strikingly against his raven hair, as ice blue eyes which seemed to penetrate my very soul never sat still for more than a moment.

he admitted, as a gentle smile danced on the corners of his blood red lips.

“See you soon you two” she waved, before disappearing with Jake.

he continued, his voice sounding shy and embarrassed.

I thought to myself before standing and offering him my hand.
Taking my hand, he stood himself up.

luckily Tristan just assumed it was the cold winter air.

his voice cut off as his foot hit an icy patch on the path, flying backwards I instinctively swept forwards, my arms outstretched. Tristan’s body was lighter than anything I’d ever held, catching him just in time.

I sighed showing him the food,

Putting my hand behind my back, I snapped my fingers quietly conjuring an orange out of thin air,

He laughed at that, his laughter soft like a wind chime making me feel lighter inside.

I smiled, pulling out his chair for him before sitting into my own.

He shrugged, finally taking the peel off his orange.

The room started to fall silent as our classmates filed out, until in the last seconds of lunch when it was only Tristan and I in the room.

Besides his voice, there was something different about him, which I couldn’t quite pinpoint.

His aura continued to pulse and vibrate the fantasmic sunshine yellow and white bathing him.

It screamed power, so much power in such a delicate body?

The hour had drifted so expeditiously that we didn’t even here the bell chime

he suggested, my heart stopping dead once again.

I replied, my thoughts spinning and beginning to already count the hours down.

I quizzed, standing up and examining the room.

yet I couldn’t deny the fact that he had gotten me then technology I needed.

“But Dante, they’ve went into hiding...

“Ah, the thing every guy wants to hear,” I smiled, pulling out his chair for him before sitting into my own.

We had compared music, books, television, movies…he was under the impression that Pulp Fiction was atrocious, and I was in thorough agreement.

Besides his voice, there was something different about him, which I couldn’t quite pinpoint. His aura continued to pulse and vibrate the fantasmic sunshine yellow and white bathing him. It screamed power, so much power in such a delicate body?

A witch? He can’t be.

“Oh, that would be great”

“Yes, you did and for that I am grateful."