The Season Of The Witch: But It's 1984

Chapter 6: SAD GIRL

I cried into Xavier's chest, the pain of losing him unimaginable. The only thing that broke me away from my torment, was the sound of a branch breaking a few yards from where Xavier's body and I laid. A man emerged from the shadows; He had shoulder length dark brown, almost black hair. The feeling of dread that invaded my senses before returned. It was stronger. Evil polluted the air and made it hard to breathe.

"Well," He said with a devilish smirk. "I'd hate to cut short this sad scene. But I think it's time for you to die by the knife of the Night Stalker."

I looked down at the knife in his hand as it caught the moonlight and shined for a moment. The Night Stalker? I thought.

"Don't be sad. I'll reunite you with your lover boy."

This made my blood boil. I slowly got up to my feet, not uttering a word. I could feel my eyes glow red with rage as I stared down the Night Stalker. He stepped back, slight fear in his eyes.

"What the hell are you?"

"I'm a witch, dumbass," I spotted a fallen tree branch that looked sharp enough. My anger rose once more as my crimson magic twisted around my fingers and appeared on the branch.

"And you're messing with the wrong one." The branch was lifted and shot straight threw the Night Stalker's heart. Killing him. I thought that was the end of the Night of Hell. The killers were dead, but so was Xavier. I leaned down beside his body once more and kissed his forehead.

"I love you." I whispered to him one last time, before running off into the woods to search for my friends.

Daylight shone through the trees as I returned to the main campsite to see Brooke stabbing Montana repeatedly.

"Brooke! What the hell are you doing!?" I yelled at her catching her hand before she could stab Montana's body once more.

"She brought him here!" Brooke screamed hysterically. "The Night Stalker!"

"Why would she?" I stared down at Montana's bloody corpse, another friend dead. I heard a car coming and the sounds of children getting closer. "Brooke, we have to get out of here." I said grabbing her arm, trying to pull her up.

"No!" She exclaimed ripping her arm out of my grasp. "They will understand, if we just explain-."

The bus was getting closer, I couldn't stay there. I couldn't get locked up for what happened. "I'm sorry." I said as I ran through the woods and sneaked by the incoming ambulance and police cars.

1985, 1 year later. I resumed my stay at my previous apartment. I learned, soon after the Night of Hell at Redwood, that the Night Stalker survived and that the body of Mr. Jingles was nowhere to be found. I tried to drown my sorrows in booze, then drugs, then booze and drugs. It didn't work. That night still haunted my dreams. I gave up the alcohol and drugs for a far darker and addictive obsession. Dark Magic. I thought that the Night Stalker had used Dark Magic to escape his death dealt by me. Dark Magic is what I was going to use to find him, and he would not escape fate again.

The Night Stalker had dropped 11 bodies in total since Redwood. I tracked him by meditating on the sense of dread and evil that filled me whenever the Night Stalker was near. I followed where ever the feeling and the trail of bodies led me. I was always a step behind. I was resting in a motel for the night when breaking news came up on the TV. 'Night Stalker Captured.' I fell to my knees in front of the TV. Finally, it was over.

1989. Brooke was set to be executed, for crimes that I was sure she didn't commit. I parked the car outside of the walled in jail. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and concentrated. I threw my mind from my body and into the air around me. My mind drifted into the jail, though the hallways, and into the cell of Brooke. I entered her mind and listened. I could hear him talking to her. He was trying to freak her out, he kept taking about the steps of lethal injection. He said that his 'master' could protect her from death. She told him to fuck off. I exited her mind, but before I could fully pull my mind back to my body, I heard the whispers: Satan.

In the next days I kept close to jail. If he were to survive the death the jail would give him, I would make sure that he wouldn't survive mine. The time was coming, I could feel the evil again. I could feel the dread. That night, the Night Stalker escaped from jail. I walked the streets near the dark lit alleys, focusing on finding him. I was getting close. I turned the corner and there he was, standing over a fresh dead body. The skies opened up and rain poured down. He turned around slowly, his eyes narrowed when he saw me.

"You." He said, tightening his grip on his knife. "You killed me."

"And you didn't stay dead."

His sinister laughter rang out, "Yes, I have to thank my master for that."

"Your master won't be able to save you this time."

His devilish smirk appeared, "We'll see about that."

He charged towards me, but I ducked out of the way. He tried to slash down at me once more, but I created a shield of red magic from my hands. We were at a stalemate. He used his other hand to help push down the knife, but my force field held. His eyes stayed on mine and In a split second, his eyes turned black. The sight of them broke my focus and he shattered my defense, then stabbed me in the gut. I felt my knees hit the concrete and I placed my hand over my wound and tried to hold myself together. In that moment my mind filled with the memories of my life before. The life I had with my mother and the coven. I missed them. I missed her. I desperately wanted home. The Night Stalker readied his final strike. Suddenly an explosion of red covered me. I felt warmth, and let the red wave of magic take me.