sur·vive
continue to live or exist in spite of danger or hardship. even when it comes to summoning a coven of witches with an intent to kill you by stealing your youth. especially when your crush and your little sister are caught in the mix.
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JASPER GLANCED AT MAX, who was now leaning against the wall, his eyes reflecting the same anguish she felt. Their silence could cut through thick trees. Max's expression was one of deep frustration and despair. Despite his injuries, he managed to muster a pained, determined look. "We need to find her," he said with a steely resolve. "We can't just—" "I know," Jasper interrupted, her own resolve hardening despite the fear gnawing at her. "We will. I promise." With Max leaning on her for support, Jasper took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. The night was far from over, and though the odds were stacked against them, they still had each other. And together, they would find Dani, no matter what it took. In the oppressive darkness, where only the faint glow of distant stars dared to pierce the night sky, a soft, melodic voice drifted through the air. The hauntingly beautiful tune was unmistakably otherworldly, and its source was eerily clear: the witches. Max and Jasper turned their gazes skyward, where they saw the dark silhouettes of the three sisters soaring through the air, Sarah's voice weaving an enchanting, yet sinister melody.
"Come little children I'll take thee away Into a land of enchantment Come little children The times come to play Here in my garden of magic"
Max's heart pounded as he strained to listen. The witches' song was both mesmerizing and terrifying, a cruel reminder of their power and the danger Dani was in. The night air seemed to vibrate with the enchantment of their voices, each note carrying a chilling promise of what was to come. Suddenly, the streets erupted with children walking almost paralyzed as the throng of trick-or-treaters moved steadily towards the Sanderson house. The sight of the children, oblivious to the danger, fueled his anger as he glanced back at the singing witch, who continued her eerie melody. "Hey! Hey, you guys!" Max yelled, his voice cracking with urgency. But the children paid him no mind. Beside him, Jasper remained silent, her eyes searching for a solution amidst the chaos. She knew that trying to warn the kids was futile. Instead, she had a sudden idea that might turn the tide in their favor. Jasper seized Max's shoulders, spinning him around with a burst of energy. "Max, Max! I've figured it out!" she exclaimed, her voice charged with newfound determination. Her hands rested firmly on his chest as she locked eyes with him, her gaze unwavering. Max recognized that look—when Jasper was determined, nothing could stand in her way, not even Winifred Sanderson. "What?" Max's voice was heavy with frustration, his earlier defeat palpable. "Winifred said it herself—the candle's magic is running out, and dawn is approaching," Jasper explained rapidly. "This candle brought them back for just this one Halloween night. If they can't steal the lives of children before sunrise, they'll turn to dust." "Max's expression remained troubled. "Yeah, but how can we make the sun come up? They've got Dani...We need a miracle." He looked up at the star-filled sky, his heart heavy with worry for his sister. Jasper, her face set with determination, tossed her hair into a messy ponytail. "We don't need a miracle," she said, her tone sharp with resolve. "What we need is a car."
