A Portrait of a Witch

Chapter 21

Time continues to pass by. Celine's gaze never left Izach. The more she saw the man smile the more she wished that this man can only smile at her. She knew that she fell in the deepest pits of Love. She knew she can't get out of that hole.

As the smile on Celine's face grew. Celine can't stop but lick her lips. As her face flushed red. She can't help but think that her preference for a man changed. Did she Grow to like young and innocent men more? Celine pondered.

'It's okay if I came to Like young men...It's not like time can stop a person from loving someone younger than you is it?' Celine tried her best to think she was right. Yet the smile on her face kept escaping from her face.

As Celine made her decision in entering Izach's Mind. She took a deep breath and as she entered the young man's mind. To Celine's surprise, it was a large room filled with portraits. In the middle of it, all was a boy staring at the portrait. And a brush in one hand. He kept scribbling at the portrait he was making. As the clock continues to tick. Silence engulfed the whole space.

Only the sound of a brush touching the canvas was heard. It was quiet and lonely. In curiosity, Celine walked lightly and stared at the finished portraits that were displayed.

It's pretty by no means it was something that deserved such praise. The young man's determination was by no means lacking.

While life was filled inside these portraits of a different person in gender age and qualities. As Celine's eyes looked at a drawing of a young woman holding a flower in her hand while walking in the hallway.

A boy with a large stature lifting a sack of wheat in broad daylight and a grandma that was sitting on a bench while feeding some pigeons.

Celine stared in awe. Each works express such emotion and intricacies that by no means beginners like her can only be in awe and astonish at the amount of passion and time that the young man poured in his finished artwork.

'Is this what he desired the most?' Celine contemplated in her mind. As her eyes gazed at Izach who was still scribbling on the canvas.

Then suddenly Izach drop the brush in his hands

Celine thoroughly looked at the young man. Yet for some reason, Celine felt uneasy she felt as if something bad was going to happen.

Izach slowly picked up his brush from the ground yet then the black ink of the brush tainted in red. As the tip of the brush was slowly coated in red the light around the room began to shut. As supposed portraits that surrounded the room emitted a negative aura.

As the Clock sound grew more prominent while the and paintings began to shake. Unknown voices began ringing in the room as if asking for help. Yet in the middle of the commotion, the young man who was in the middle of the whole was still unfazed he only sat down in his chair and began continuing his work.

Then all the portrait suddenly turned black. The beautiful works that were displayed on a white canvas disappeared in an instant. Then blood slowly appeared at the picture howls of pain and plead grew stronger and stronger.

-Why.....

A beggar who can't walk

-Who am I???

A Faceless woman holding her baby

-Why don't I have a Face!!!!

A man who was wearing a hat

-Why did you Make Me!!!

A young child that covered her face with both of her hands.

-Who am I??!!! Why did you make us!!!

A Woman Holding a basket

All of those people's voices roared with the others. Celine by no means was horrified by the scene. As if the whole room began to collapse shadows emerged slowly. As if every one of those creations emerged from the deepest parts of hell as they struggled to get out of their shackles binding them.

Celine took a worried glance at the young man at the center. There were no hints of Emotion or Connection between him and his creation. As all of his creation managed to get out of their prison they slowly walk at the man in the middle of it all.

-Give us our Face!!!

-Give us An Identity!!!

-Why can't you give us something!!!

-Why can't you remember us!!!!

As a crowd of shadows slowly marched their way at the young man. Constant screams and pain. The agony was directly being said. As Celine stared in horror as she saw the shadows grabbed at the young man's clothes as if trying their best to cling for their life.

The shadows slowly placed their hands around his body. Each of their hands lands on his face as whispers slowly reached his ears.

-You Killed her!!!

-You Don't Deserve to Live!!!

-You're a Coward!!!

Words of hate flowed from their mouths. Celine was by no means shocked. No normal person would even think or can handle such a situation. Celine's eyes stared at such a display that would neither be called normal. She tried to think of conclusions, why would a young man like him desire something like this.

Celine Looked away at the cruel sight that was happening right in front of her as she watches the shadows cling to the young man.

'Why would a young man like him think something like this, What really happened to this young man' as Celine looked away at the scene. It was by no means a sight a person should see.

Yet Celine clicked her as her hands curled and formed a fist as her eyes glance at the man in the center who was slowly getting swallowed by the shadows.

Was it stupidity or empathy that made Celine gain confidence to save the young man? As if her body only move as its own as she tried to make her way to the thick fog of darkness that was enveloping the young man. Yet the shadows didn't budge an inch.

As Celine tried her best to save the young man. As she tried to plow through the massive crowd she can only open her mouth and took a deep breath as she tried her best to shout with all her might.

<Stop!!!!!>

(FIXED)