Salem's Scarlet Letter

ONE

The pitter-patter of a rainstorm tapped at Wanda's window. The only light that was present in the room was the occasional flashes of lightning. By choice, Wanda sat in the darkness. Her television screen that once illuminated old Sit-coms rested blankly. She couldn't bare to listen to another laugh-track or smile at a bromidic and over-used joke. Not since The Hex.
Since taking down her false reality, Wanda's mind was nothing more than a poisoned vessel. Her once happy memories of Westview, her children, and Vision all became venomously coated. Reminiscing of these memories only forced a stabbing ache through her heart. She glanced at her hands as a tear traveling down her cheek seemed to mimic the rain droplets on her window pane. Though she had been studying and gaining control of her magic, Wanda still felt as though she was a ticking time bomb. Sadness throbbed through her veins and she wasn't sure what she would be capable of if her chaos magic was to strike again. As she wiped the sorrow off her cheek. She noticed her room no longer possessed the same aura. There was someone near and they were watching her.
"Agnes?" Wanda whimpered, still facing the window."Wandaaa..." Sung a familiar voice-"Did you truly think your amateur runes could trap a gal like me?"

Though caught off guard, Wanda was curiously not threatened. Her telepathic abilities that kept her safe were not signaling any reason to be fearful. She turned away from the window to face a familiar silhouette. Her irises began to turn to a luminous shade of red and as she moved closer toward the figure in the darkness, she was met with a familiar purple glow.

"Hello, dear. Lovely to finally meet again!" Agatha smirked as she stepped out from the shadows. "Ugh- Still adorably leery, I see... I'm not here to hurt you, Wanda. Though, if you call me Agnes again, your chances of harm will increase dramatically." She cracked another smile. Wanda, still in disbelief, stepped forward and titled her head slightly.

"H-how did you get out of Westview? How did you find me? " She struggled to keep her voice from quivering. She felt an acquainted sensation flowing through her hands as they matched the glow of her red eyes. She'd always relied on her powers in times of uncertainty. Agatha, clearly not threatened by Wanda's attempt to assert a dominant presence, let out a scoff.

"Ohhh, you got your accent back! I like it, I never understood why you didn't let stay more often in your little fantasy world. And- I found you the same way I found you the first time. This apartment's aesthetic suits you better than the one from your childhood!"

"What do you want, Agatha?"

"Remember when I said you would need me? Well now is the time, you dazzling redhead! You just weren't aware of it until now."

"What makes you think I would want to associate with you in anyway? You realize the last time we met, you kidnapped my children and me and then tired to kill me, right?"

"And you trapped me in your ridiculously painful and simple-minded chaos magic town! So, I'd say we both play the villain well."

While her face and stance read as unfazed, Wanda could sense a gleam of desolation in Agatha's blue eyes. She recognized the aching throb of loneliness that loomed in Agatha's aura. Her empathetic side gave in and she dimmed the glow that whirled from her palms. There was something that Agatha possessed that never failed to disarm Wanda. She wasn't quite sure what made the Salem Witch so hypnotic. Was it her dark magic? Was she such a skilled manipulator that she could outsmart a fellow telepath? Or was it something that rested in Agatha's soul that made her so perfidiously disarming?