The Witch Trials

~8~

You know how I said this was going to be easy. Yeah well I was wrong. Right now I'm handcuffed to a pole on the dock. The person I'm supposed to be rescuing is being chased through the woods by a witch hunter with a gun aka the guy with the freaky eyes. And my head is throbbing as I probably have a concussion. I look around to see if there's any possible way to get out of this. You're probably wondering why I don't just use magic. I tried but I think these handcuffs are like witch repellant or something because nothing seems to work on them. This is a disaster. There is no one around to help. I glare at the cold silver handcuffs anchoring me to the dock. If the handcuffs won't break, maybe this pole will. I stare at the pole until my eyes start to water.
"Come on..." I mumble as the pole starts to bend. I'm really going to have to take some lessons on using magic when I get back. Finally the pole snaps and I am able to remove the handcuffs. I get up and look around. Now I have to find them. I can hear my heart thumping in my ears and I'm full of tingly adrenaline. I have no idea what to do and I loudly sigh in frustration. He could have gone left or right along the lake. Fifty fifty. The thick layer or pine trees around the lake makes it impossible for me to spot them, even with a little boost of weak magic. As I turn to go left, because I think it's better than right I hear a freakishly obnoxious splash coming from the lake. I turn my head to see a blonde, wet, mop of hair pop up from the water, weeds and muck wrapped into it.
"Ewww!" Says the bobbing head in the water faintly as its carried in the wind.
I know who it is...the blonde hair, always annoyed tone, it's Claire.