and yet there was no forever

part four - promises

-back to the witches-

When Michael disappeared in front of the witches Cordelia started panicking.

"We should go looking for her, right?" Cordelia asked unsure as she walked around in circles. "Or should we rather wait and see if he is really doing that?" she continued.

Cordelia's hands started to shake and she felt her heart pounding out of her chest. Myrtle tried to calm her down multiple times. Unsuccessfully.

Watching Cordelia freaking out over a witch was pretty amusing to Madison. That's why she couldn't stop herself from teasing her with it.

"Calm down, supreme, we will find your filthy swamp witch." Madison scoffed, leaving the other witches silent. They all gasped and stood there with open mouths while waiting for any reaction from Cordelia.

Cordelia flushed bright red in anger as she stepped closer to Madison and looked her into the eyes.

"What? Did Misty's disappearance make you lose your language along with your head?" Madison smirked.

Cordelia didn't hesitate a second and took a swing to slap Madison across her face. Madison's cheek was now as red as Cordelia's face after these hurtful words fell.

Myrtle rushed over to them and grabbed Madison's arm roughly. "What did you think, huh?" she questioned her harshly. Madison didn't say a word and left the room with Myrtle.

Cordelia was now again running circles in the room, lost in her thoughts and worries about Misty. Nobody was allowed to talk to her. She needed to clear her mind, so she decided to look for Misty by herself.

-back in outpost three-

"And now please, tell me what you think about me Mrs. Day." Michael spoke softly, leaning back in the chair he was currently sitting in.

"I think you are just a bundle of dark energy. Nothing has ever made me feel so physically exhausted than your evil aura all around me." Misty raised one eyebrow and leaned in Michael's direction. "I know that you are so unbelievably powerful by your own, so my question is... what do you need me for when you are so much stronger than me?" She wondered.

Michael inhaled deeply before he started talking. "It's not about power here." He said. "Your energy makes me feel-" Michael stopped. He closed his eyes to think about what absurd things he just wanted to commit to the witch in front of him. "No, if you now think I feel any attraction towards you, then no." he clarified quickly.

"I didn't think so anyway." Misty let him know. "How could such an evil-trenched somebody feel any positive emotions towards another person?" she added.

"Wow." Michael whispered. "You're harsher than I thought." He spoke.

Misty smiled at him ironically before leaving the room. She ran around in the hallways but got lost in the outpost several times. No wonder with all the rooms and doors that the outpost had to offer. Looking for her room, she opened a door and spotted a dead woman laying on the floor.

Misty adored her shiny, red hair. The woman was laying a pool of blood. Misty kneeled down next to her and held her hand just above the woman's body, to feel her energy.

Michael walked in on her doing so. "You're not bringing her back to life, are you?" Michael feared.

"No, not right now, but I will. She died an unnecessary death. Her soul is clean, she never did something that was truly wrong, she only did what people expected her to do." Misty mumbled.

"No." Michael said. "You will not bring her back to life. Also, she killed an entire outpost."

"Please, I can not see her laying here. She didn't deserve to die. All she did was worrying about her life. You drove her crazy." Misty stopped for a moment and close her eyes to get a better peek into the woman's life. So, Wilhemina is her name, how unique. I feel her energy, she is not a bad person at all. So many dreams, so many unspoken emotions. Covering everything up with her rough way of acting..." A tear escaped Misty's eyes as she felt the pain that was torturing the woman underneath her when she was still alive now flowing through her own veins. "Please, I can't leave her here." Misty begged.

"Why would I let you do this?" Michael questioned her.

It was torture for Misty to sit next to a dead body and having to let it rot more and more with every second she wasn't able to do anything against it. Another tear escaped Misty's eyes.

"I am going to stay here with you and will not try to escape." Misty said.

Michael took a step closer to Misty and kneeled down. He grabbed her chin and made her look up at him. "Will you promise this to me?" He asked her politely.

"I promise that I will not try to escape you if you let me bring this woman back to life and also let me take care of her for as long as she needs it for recovery." Misty promised.

Michael nodded satisfied with what he just heard when he got up and watched Misty starting to bring Wilhemina back to life.

Misty did her best and concentrated as much as she could. For Michael, this whole process was rather boring to watch. After good five minutes of trying to make the woman's heart beat again, Misty fainted. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she fell back, but before she could hit the ground, Michael caught her and laid her down softly. 

In his eyes you were able to see the fear that he was experiencing. In this exact same moment Wilhemina gasped loudly before opening her eyes.

"Well, welcome back I guess." Michael greeted her rudely.