𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨 | 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚

𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧

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Location:
Miss Robichaux's Academy.
11:11pm.
Rose's Point of View.
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It started raining the instant Rose stepped into the warmth of the house. The atmosphere seemed sweet, somewhat welcoming— although, she was on edge and trembling. If Michael discovered she was here, she'd be casted directly to hell by him. "Don't worry Rose, he won't know you're here— we've casted a spell to keep him ignorant to your presence here." The blonde woman smiled. "Please, follow us— there's much to discuss." The younger girl took a hold of Rose's hand and plucked her along. There was the thought of dread hanging on the back of her mind. She felt like a cornered animal. Ready to strike if anything went wrong. Who was she kidding? She was scared. How did she get here?? She was just in her room??

"I get this situation is stressful, but you have to tell us everything you know." The woman pulled up a chair for Rose, along with a glass of water. "I'm also sorry for not introducing myself properly, My name is Cordelia— and this is Mallory." Rose stared down at the glass of water in her hands, there was an endless void of ripples caused by her shaking. Glancing up, she somewhat scrunched and squinted her eyes at the Mallory girl. "I remember you." Rose reached forward, touching the girls face.
"You drove the vehicle when Michael got ran over." Their eyes went wide. "That's the thing Rose—"
Mallory leaned back on her seat, "Michael should have died— I intervened in a different timeline and that is how I traveled back and killed him that way." She paused, "but somehow, he got back— and word has spread around and so have countless of rumors." Cordelia sat up. "We know you have close ties with him— and that other vicious man— although, that's another conversation for another day." She adjusted herself in her seat. "Please, tell us everything you know— he must've told you how he got here, anything helps."

Rose cleared her throat and nodded. "After the ambulance took the corpse away, we went home and that same night, there was a knock at our door." She thought back, "I didn't even get the opportunity to open the door, he had gotten in somehow— and he aged over those hours— his hair was long and he looked years older, he was also covered in blood." Rose stared at Mallory and then Cordelia, "He told me he followed you through the portal you used." She expected both of them to be shocked by her reply. But instead, smiles sat at their lips. "It seems the odds are in our favor." Cordelia stood up and turned her back. "He's coming after all of you—you are all in danger." There was desperation in Rose's voice. "We're not in danger Rose." Mallory reached for her hand. The sudden anxiousness that clouded her mind, disappeared for a few wavering seconds.
"Huh? He's going to hunt you all down." Tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

"No, that won't happen— Michael automatically doesn't exist in this time— our time." Cordelia stated, "Because the instant he stepped through that portal— he messed with his younger self which died on that street, which means— he's a walking corpse."
This was too much for Rose, too much for her mind to wrap around.

"He's just an empty walking vessel, and he hasn't noticed— but his powers have weakened." Mallory sat up. "You can know all the magic— be Satans son, but one cannot mess with time in that way." Cordelia took a hold of Rose's hand once more. "When he comes here, he'll be good as dead— and we are going to use you to lure him here."
Rose looked up, "we can't afford his reign, we can't afford an apocalypse— that is why we need your help." Rose was incredibly scared, but she knew what she had to do. Everything she had done so far, was mostly just to end up beside Richards side. Michael would end that in a heart beat.

"I'll help you." She nodded, taking both Cordelia and Mallory's hand, softly clenching them. "I don't know how or why I got here, but I climbed out of the second story of the mansion we're staying at because I had to come warn you— everyone under this roof." She pulled her hands back gently. "Michael has changed, he wasn't always so vile and evil— he can't even look at me anymore, and it scares me— I was his last glimpse of humanity and now.. all I feel is fear when our eyes meet.. I will help as long as Richard and I can get away unharmed."

Rose looked back down, "I'll do whatever you tell me to." A small bitter smile formed on her lips. Cordelia and Mallory looked at each other and nodded. "You've already done your part Rose—" there was banging on the front door.

"You've lured him here, with Ramirez."

It felt as if the carpet had been pulled from beneath her feet, there wasn't even time for a reaction. Rose was dragged away by cloaked figures without a struggle, the lights were dimmed down.
At this point, Rose couldn't see much. She had been hidden out of sight, but she could see Michael walk in with Richard. It was just the two of them. The house which seemingly looked empty, came alive as cloaked figures with masks and candles stood at the stairs and railing. They were all women.
It was dark, and cold— the only sound in the mansion was the violent rainfall with occasional thunder— it was all muffled out by her heart beat blaring in her ears, and shaky uneven breathing. "Where is she Cordelia?" Michael stepped forward. He had a cocky smile placed between his perfect lips. "You know, never mind that stupid slut— let's get this over with— you witch bitches have been a hindrance since the beginning— I should have done this a lon-" there was a long pause. Michael wasn't moving, or talking.

Silence.

Chanting emerged and echoed from every corner of the house, although Rose couldn't see too well. She could see a figure levitating up, staggering for air. It took a while for her eyes to adjust, but she could finally see Michael. He was clenching his chest while letting out strange noises with whimpers. He sounded as if he was choking. A dark mass formed above his body. Rose could feel tears brimming and slipping from her eyes. She was hidden away.
But out of shock, she stepped out of her spot and came back into sight. Just before Michael was sucked away into the strange pitch black void, their eyes met. Tears were falling uncontrollably from his blue eyes, he looked more scared than shocked. His hand reached out to her.
Rose stepped forward, but it was too late. Michael disappeared. He was gone for good.

The void closed.

Silence.

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