Covens and Proxies

35

For a number of plot and corresponding reasons, the next three chapters will be slightly different from those on the Oneshots book. Sorry. Hope you still enjoy!

You limp down the street, your hip throbbing with every motion. Damn gang bangers. They jumped you on your way back from the store, a few taking off with your food. You cursed all of them with a non-contagious plague, ensuring a fast but painful death.

You didn't have time to go back to the store. You were running late as it is, but since Zemra moved out a week ago you don't really care if you have just toast for breakfast. Still, you're going to be hungry most of tomorrow.

Sighing, you hobble up your front steps and go to unlock the door, freezing when you see it's already slightly ajar. Silently pulling your book free, you creep inside and shut the door. The light of the kitchen is on. A hiss and clang sound, followed by a lot of curse words. Your heart stops, not daring to hope.

"Shut up, wi-will you? We d-don't know if her-her roommate's here." A pause, another hiss. "Hold sti-still, d-damnit." Immediately, you recognize Toby's voice.

You bolt for the kitchen doorway, almost yanking your shoulder out of place by using the wall to stop yourself. Your book drops. Time freezes.

You're staring straight at a tall young man, missing a shirt with defined muscles and scars rippling across his form. His brown hair is wild around his head, only pushed back with a pair of yellow goggles. His dark eyes are trained on you, his scarred cheek twitching. You manage a breath and almost start to cry when he moves, handing the needle he has to his companion.

He moves, meeting you in the middle and lifting you in the air. You laugh, his strong arms holding you tight by the waist, before setting you down and holding you. He smells of blood and sweat, but you don't care as his forehead rests on yours, one hand in his damp hair while the other traces his shredded skin.

His voice is soft when he speaks; "I thought of you ev-everyday."

You smile, "When you were killing too?"

It makes him laugh, interrupted by his companion clearing his throat loudly. You look over, slightly surprised to see it isn't Masky. You hesitate, debating on who else it could be. "Hoodie?" you guess.

He smirks, "The one and only," before turning to Toby. "Are you gonna let me die or what?"

You blink, realising they're both badly injured. Toby got stabbed in the hip, shot in the arm, innumerable bruises and scrapes, a horrendously swollen and purple ankle, not to mention the blood he's dripped from his back. Brian isn't much better with three bullets in his side, a stab sound in his shoulder and a broken nose.

You walk over to Brian, looking at the stitches Toby had made. You scoff, cocking an eyebrow at your boyfriend. "Really?"

He glares playfully. "You try stitching bul-ullet holes with a fucked up arm."

You only shake your head and pull out scissors. Hoodie almost jumps out of his skin, grabbing your hand. "What the hell are you doing?"

Toby chuckles. "You reme-mber that bat shit insane sto -ory you and Tim had about me having a magi-ic girlfriend?" he asks his friend, who nods. Toby vaguely points in your direction. "That's her, and she's-she's a witch. She can heal anything and any-one."

Hoodie opens and shuts his mouth to say things, finally deciding not to. You smirk. "She can also kill any man with a flick of her wrist." You wink at Toby as you set to work cutting the shit stitches.

"When did that hap-ppen?" Toby wonders, watching your book float lazily to your side.

"While you were gone there have been a lot of attacks aimed at me." You ignore how furious he looks, pulling out Hoodie's bullets and ignoring his whimpers and muffled screams. "I boosted my training." You frown as you toss the bullets away, watching them stain the bag inside with blood. "I've learned to be everything I hated about myself." You mutter.