Crown Of Thorns [ Michael Langdon ]

10 - i promise - 10

{Chapter Ten - I Promise}

~ If he's a serial killer, then what's the worst
That can happen to a girl who's already hurt? ~

- Happiness Is A Butterfly

"Elora, concentrate!" One of the older witches snapped at Elora, who was staring out the window. The other girls sitting along the table stared at her, and Elora sat up straighter and focused on what they were doing.

"Since you seem to think you have it down pat,  demonstrate telekinesis for us."

Elora nodded, her cheeks flushing. She looked on the knifes that sat on the table, and focused on one. Satisfaction washed over her as the knife hovered in the air, and flew towards her. She held out her hand to catch it, but unfortunately the blade was facing her.

"Ow!" Elora yelped as the knife punctured her hand, and the girls leapt to their feet. It had embedded itself right into her hand, and she couldn't pull it out.

"I'm getting Cordelia." The older witch exclaimed, and ran from the room. Elora's head spun as she looked down at the knife that was stuck in her hand. Blood dripped down her hand and onto the white tablecloth. She was too shocked to realise what was going on, until Cordelia appeared in front of her, her brown eyes filled with concern.

"What happened?" Cordelia snapped at the older witch, who glanced between them awkwardly.

"S-she was trying telekinesis, and-"

"It's okay, forget it. Just get the other girls out of here." Cordelia snapped, and the other girls left the room, in hushed whispers.

"You're going to be okay, sweetie." Cordelia spoke to Elora, clutching both her cheeks that were wet with tears.

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On a particularly boring shift at the grocery store, Ms Mead and Michael came in, to Elora's surprise.

"How may I help you?" Elora spoke in a serious voice, but couldn't hide an amused smile.

"Do you guys sell pork rinds?" Michael pushed the cart down the aisle, as Ms Mead went to the butcher.

"Pork rinds?" Elora scrunched up her nose, "You have terrible taste in snacks."

"Oh yeah? And what's your favourite?" Michael asked, chucking a couple of things into the cart. Elora was about to reply, but they both fell silent as they heard Ms Mead raise her voice.

"You're not understanding what I want." She could hear Ms Mead say, "I don't want goat meat. I want a goat's head. I need it for my incantations."

"Lady, I can't sell you that." The butcher responded, his tone impatient.

"Why? Are you only butchering headless goats?" Elora hid a laugh at Ms Mead's response. She had learnt to ignore Ms Mead and Michael's weird satanic rituals and the like.

"I'm not giving you the head for some insane shit."

"You're discriminating against my religious beliefs, Mr Butcher Man. Where's your manager? I'm gonna talk to your manager." Ms Mead grumbled, and marched around the store. She still gave Elora a smile as she passed her, though. Elora and Michael wandered over to the butcher to see what the problem was. "Frank, do you have to be such a dick?" She rolled her eyes at the butcher.