The Eternal Avenger: Book Two

Chapter Twelve: Payback

(Claray's POV):

I lifted my head when I heard movement on the stairs. I looked up just in time to see Wanda, stumbling down the steps into the basement frantically. Our eyes locked, and hers widened when she saw my restraints.

"Claray, I'm so sorry," she gasped, coming towards me to try and help.

"Not so fast, Wanda," a voice behind her taunted. Agatha continued down the last few steps, stepping into the room, her eyes shifting between Wanda and me. "You two...I sense chemistry. Tension. Were you a thing? Is this love?" I growled, pulling against the chains. Knowing that I couldn't escape or shift, Agatha turned her attention towards Wanda.

"What do you want?" Wanda's accent was back in full force.

"I want to know how you did this, Wanda," Agatha smiled.

"Did what?" I closed my eyes as Agatha and Wanda bickered. I focused my attention, thinking of Nat, reaching out to her with my mind.

"Bana-phrionnsa?" I stretched my mind, focusing to extend it past the barrier.

"Oh my god, are you alright?" Her answer was immediate and frantic.

"Are you?" I struggled to catch my breath for a moment, unwilling to imagine what transitioning had been like for her. That was the only possible explanation for our sudden internal walkie-talkie system.

"Never better, моя любовь." I inhaled sharply.

"What's happening out there?" I glanced up slightly, seeing Agatha still enthusiastically explaining magic fundamentals to Wanda.

"What's happening in there?" I rolled my eyes.

"Wanda is not the only witch in Westview." Bridgit's voice filtered through. I sighed in relief, hearing that she was okay. "You've been taken."

"What?!" I could picture the look that must currently be on Natasha's face. Furious, anxious – she was already probably moving towards my direction without pausing for more information.

"Natasha, she's got Wanda, too. She wants to know..." I lost my train of thought, noting Agatha's approach.

"Wanda's going to watch me teach you a lesson," she said, lifting my chin with a single finger, forcing my head up.

"Yeah? What's that?" I smirked. Agatha leaned in close, grabbing my chin, lowering her face mere inches away from mine.

"That you can't be trusted to be there when it matters," she hissed, roughly pushing my face away. I scoffed.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" The corners of my mouth lifted in a smirk. My head jerked to the side after she slapped it. Hard.

"You let a whole coven die after they helped you," she growled. I blinked slowly. "Your treachery is legendary in the witch community. And you're finally going to pay for what you've done."

"What?" I shook my head. This didn't make any sense.

"Wanda and I are going to take a little stroll down memory lane. You can watch. But once she tells me what I need to know, she's going to know what happens to traitors like you." I frowned. Agatha spun suddenly, catching Wanda up in some kind of restraints. She hovered off the floor, hands bound behind her back, feet bound together. She screamed in shock and discomfort.

"Wanda!" She looked at me immediately. I tried to calm her with my eyes – the only way I could. She pressed her lips together, taking a deep breath and nodding. Agatha plucked a hair from her head and both of us watched in amazement as a door on the far side of the room materialized out of the rock.