MYSTIC WORLD

Talk or Die

Anna Garrett knew she had to find her son. She needs to warn him. How she was going to tell him about the things she knew and how she had come to know them, was another problem. But of course, one problem at a time.

After Anna departed from the meeting, she headed straight to Michael's haunt. But she kept feeling like someone was tailing her. She suspected Moloch because Anna as been avoiding him since he took Gorge Gilbert's body. But at the same time, she wasn't sure. She was not exactly sure how Moloch's spirit could fit inside Gilbert's body unless he had been preparing him for a while...
That means Gilbert was more dangerous than she thought. But this was what she knew: No matter what it was, Moloch could not stay in that body for long, so following her would not be his priority. Getting control of the full vessel will.

-That brought back the question.

Who is following me? She whirled back, but no one. So she decided, whosoever it was. I won't lead them to my son.

She took another turn and headed straight to the market, in other to lose whosoever it was that was trailing her.

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"We cannot just stay here captain. We need to come up with a plan." Joanna said, as she walked in front of Joel and blocked his line of vision. "I found it impossible that the people of this town have not yet realized that we are here and sooner or later, they will come. What are we going do then?"

Joel took a deep breath, raised his brows at her, then turned his head to look at the army holding their ground, ready for war. Anytime.
"We are here for a mission, and we are not going anywhere until we accomplish it. If these people want a fight, a fight they shall have." Joel replied, determined.

"We are instructed not to harm them." Joel quirked a disagreed look at her. "Okay. But standing here doing nothing will not accomplish the mission. We need to come up with a plan and get to work. I don't want to stay on this planet any more than I already am.
What the plan captain?"

"The plan is you cannot accomplish your mission without help." A strange voice said from behind.

The whole army turned in unison and pointed their weapons at the stranger. The intruder immediately raised her both hands in surrender.
"Woh woh woh! I come in peace." She glared at them strangely. "You want the witch? Well, that makes two of us."

"You have ten seconds to start talking before I blow you into pieces witch," Joel said coldly as he folded his hands.

"I'm not stupid enough to walk into my death if I don't have anything for you." She said calm, almost like flirting. "So how about we all put our weapons down, and have a normal conversation," She tilted her head. "like civilized people." Fixing her gaze on Joel. "What do you say, captain." A devious smile curved out from her mouth.

Joel looked back to his soldiers, blinked his eyes in 'stand down' gesture, and turned back to face the intruder. "Talk before I change my mind."

"I don't think you will when you hear what I have to say. But let's start with a little introduction; shall we?" Joel's eyebrows wrinkled into a hash frown, but before he could talk.
She stretched forth her hand, " My name is Clara. Clara Benedict." His gaze travels down her hand and back to her face. He tilted his head with a wrinkled face. "Okay." She retreats her hand. "The witch you are looking for. I know where she is." Lifting her lashes at Joel, as his countenance changed, "Do I get your attention now?"

A little smile curved out from the corner of Joel's lips, - not a cute one, but devious and unimpressed kind. "Go on." He said without letting his guard down.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk!" Tapping her tongue in her mouth, with her no, no, no finger in disagreement. "That's not how this works captain. I tell you my name, you tell me yours, and we will continue from there."

"Or I can kill you?" Joel glanced at her, looking particularly ornery.

She smiled deviously. "But you can't do that."

"Why not?" He asked with his eyebrows raised.

"Because am one step ahead of you." She added boldly, holding Joel's gaze steady. "I know where your witch is as we speak and you don't. Around here, we call that knowledge, the knowledge you don't have. You need what I have and am willing to give it to you." Shunning her shoulder slowly. "So, captain, what is it going to be?"

Joel moved closer leaving only a few inches between them, with Joanna right beside him. "This only ends one way for you witch. You tell me what you know. That is the only way you are getting out of here alive. I don't have any problem killing you." Joel added with a mean tone. "I will find her with or without you." Clara gazes at Joanna behind him and back to Joel. "I will only say this one time. Start talking." He commanded.

"If I tell you all that I know, will you take this witch and leave our land?" She said in surrender, glancing at Joanna and Joel's face.

"That's not why you are here," Joanna added.

Clara smiled. "You got me. No. Not the only reason." She glared at Joanna like she was replying only to her. "She has something that belongs to me. And I want it back."

"That we can all agree on. Now speak." Joel commanded.

"She's with my fiance. Micheal." Joel's face wrinkled into more hash frowns. Clara could see she hit a nerve but she did not use that information at the moment. "So, will you take this woman away from him?"

"Where is this Michael?" Joel asked.

"I will tell you where he is if you promise you will not hurt him."

Clara no longer cared if Michael was hurt or not. She was only loyal to Moloch at the moment. Benedict has always been loyal to a master. That was their true purpose. Her ancestors served Pandora before the great war till their dying breath.

She glanced at both their faces, " I can tell with the look on your faces that we are close to settling this. So captain, do we have a deal?"

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