Through The Madness

I Saved You

She presses the saw against her fingers. She watched with dark eyes scared. Freddie cries out sawing at her fingers. Tears rolled down her face and the rag in her mouth hardly muffled her screams of pure agony. She nearly blacks out, feel sick and weak, she only manages to slice two fingers off her ring finger and pinkie what’s left on her hand is hanging by a mangled thread.

She pitches the fingers into the painted symbol wincing at the sickening splatter sound. She adds blood from her wounded to the symbol watching it sizzle and spark in it. Freddie licks her lips and stands tall trying not to show fear or how truly scared she is.

She feels like a little girl again going to church again hiding behind her skirts, scared of the fourteen-year-old choir boy with rusty hair who also stood too close to her or asked her what was up her dress. He even offered her candy if she would go back behind the church with him. Freddie never did and her father told her she would never get a husband if she was always hiding from the boys,the ebony haired women was only just five-years old. Her mother was her only saving grace and her little brother Kashif.

Freddie shakes her head letting childhood fears be pushed back into her mind. She would no longer be afraid. There’s nothing, nothing in the dark wanting to grab and pull you under the bed. The monsters live in another realm they won’t want you. Take a deep breath and rewrite history. 

“Tibi causa laboris et doloris, ut noceat mihi dilectum mihi sanandum eos. Peccata mea retribuas mihi. Parce mihi domine mi habere amisit in vias meas. Puer perditus in aeternum peccator.” Freddie chants clutching her mangled hand against her chest her vision was spotty now,

“I cause suffering and pain, I harm my loved one, I must heal them. I must repay my sins. Forgive me my lord for I have lost my ways. Forever a young lost sinner.”

Freddie’s thrown across the room she can’t even feel the pain for being slung her hand is screaming. All she can do is watch the flames consume the symbol and it shakes and rattles the floor, things start falling off shelves and walls, Freddie feels her cheek getting sliced open and another feminine scream is heard. Her head spins and she covers her chest,

“Regina!” Freddie shouts, forcing herself up and racing to the house.

A burning searing pain slashes over her chest but she keeps moving till she’s in the “

room with Regina. The poor blond is hidden under her covers shaking like a scared child, 

“Reggie?”

A sob, “Why Freddie? Why?”

“Why what?” Freddie asks gingerly, touching her head still covered.

Regina takes the blanket off her beautiful blue eyes red and puffy from crying, “Why use dark magic?”

Freddie looked like she felt like she was about to throw up. The shock was wearing off and now she was feeling pain all over, “I-I love you Regina forever and always. If the councilmen find out.. so be it… you’re alive and that’s all that matters.”

“You’re going to be killed.” Regina hisses eyes darken.

Freddie sways and holds her mangled hand out. She didn’t even seem to hear Regina speaking anymore, “Help.”

She collapses down with a bang and Regina screams again terrified. The blond quickly gets to work patching her up and tending to her wounds. There even seems to be a small burn on the back of her ankle. She doesn’t even know what she’s doing, a werewolf as a doctor? You have better luck seeing an elf as one. All werewolves are brutes that’s what’s been shocked into their heads since day one.

Freddie wakes up in agony Regina shoves painkillers down her throat, “Hush. We need to hide that.” her finger pointed the carving left by the spell that was now forever on Freddie’s chest.

It was the symbol used and now it stained her chest and burned her. Freddie undoes her top and lets her chest breathe. Regina tends to Freddie who remains silent and pale, looking close to being on death’s door.

Soon the others were home and Freddie was being screamed at. Georgette stitches up Freddie’s hand and the poor girl couldn’t even use it at this point. Fred refused to talk to either of them, 

“You’re a traitor to our village.” Ringo’s voice was harsh and cold, “We should report you.” She looks to the other women for backup.

Everyone has mixed reactions. Their voices filled the room with what they thought they should do and what Freddie should do, “What you did is against the laws of magic.” Brianna states stepping forward almost falling, “We have every right to report you to the council.”

Freddie cast her eyes down her cheeks flushing she didn’t need to be scolded and dogged. Fred wasn’t dumb, she knew it was against the law and she will be beheaded for actions.

Freddie stands up and the women step back like she’s a scared animal about to pounce, “I’m twenty-two, I don’t need your damn lectures or sob stories. I know what I did was wrong but it got Regina back.”

Ringo stands up, “You’re still just a child Frederica. You haven’t had enough time to be an adult.”

Freddie growls throwing her body to face her, “Just leave me alone! I know when I’m an adult! Age doesn’t matter!”

She didn’t mean to throw her hands up, the one that worked shot out sparks and Fred’s friends all went flying backwards and everything was knocked over. Freddie screams and flees, she was so tired of hurting her friends and loved ones.

It was almost like on cue a handful of cloak councilmen arrive they start flooding the area, “We detect dark magic in this area, young lady.” The elder councilman speaks to her,

“Oh?” was all Freddie could say faking innocence, “How odd.”

“Sir.” a younger sound cloak figure says, “It’s her.”

Freddie looks down at her chest and sees the mark glowing and pulsating as if telling her, “Liar, Liar, Pants On Fire.”

“Get her!”

Freddie throws them backwards and takes off running; she's committed two acts now: using forbidden magic and treason to the council. She doesn’t even know where she’s running so she. Fred just knows her foot has slid and she almost goes barreling over the cliff.

They are beginning to surround her, some have whips, others have rocks that they have started to pelt her with. The words, “Castor” and “Witch” are thrown out. She whimpers and peers over the cliff. It seems like she was bird high in the sky. 

Does she jump or get captured?