The Prophecy

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"It's not real!" Beka shouted as Dreykov fired shots after us from across the house.

I had rolled behind the wall and was currently squatting down so he couldn't see me as I filled my small hand gun from inside my suit. I could see Beka out the corner of my eye from behind the island in the kitchen, waiting for me to get ready to shoot at him. Although it was remotely impossible for Dreykov to be real right now, the bullets he was firing at us definitely were as they were leaving black shells on the floor.

"Girls," he said slowly, knocking on the wall where I was hiding as Rebeka stood up and fired one clean shot in the middle of his head as he fell to the floor.

I quickly got up and ran over to Rebeka, checking her body for injury as she nodded quickly.

"I'm fine, let's find a way out," she spoke quickly as Dreykov jumped back up with a hole in his head and slowly walked toward us.

"Fuck this," I breathed out, scrunching my hand up into a fist as my abilities encased him.

As I lifted him up into the air, I squeezed my hand tighter and together until his body got smaller and smaller and he quite literally exploded. Jumping down to cover my face from explosion, Rebeka stayed stood with furrowed brows.

"Beka," I sighed, grabbing her hand to pull her down.

"No its-" she started as she shook her head and walked away to where he previously was placed.

As I stood up to look over at her, on the floor was a pile of confetti which Beka had picked up a handful of, looking up at me and furrowing her brows.

"It's all ... confetti," she said slowly as little things around the house began exploding too, multicoloured confetti covering the room.

"That can't be good," I expressed as one of the walls exploded next.

Rebekas eyes widened as she ran forward and grabbed my hand, pulling me far away from the fridge which exploded next.

"We need to get out," she decided, looking around us before pulling me to the front door which was now sealed shut, "fuck."

Behind me back in the kitchen, the oven fell open and a small glow from a light came from the middle of it. Rebeka turned and saw the oven too as she nodded slowly.

"That's our way out," she nodded, running back over there and looking inside, "yeah, come on - this is it."

"I'm not getting inside an oven, have you ever read Sylvia Plath?" My eyes widened.

"Stay here then," she shrugged, jumping inside and quickly disappearing as things around me began exploding in mass.

"Brilliant," I sighed, jumping in behind her and closing the oven door before I slid down the dark track and stumbled straight into a blonde Beka's long legs, knocking her back onto the floor.

"Ow," she groaned, holding the back of her head which she just hit on mine before standing up again and pulling me to stand up too.

"We survived the first trial!" I laughed out my nose, cracking my jaw back into place from where Rebeka head butted it.

"Just about," she exhaled, looking around the corner before beginning our walk once more.

"You'd think they'd invent some sort of shortcut for this, we're witches after all," I sighed, picking leaves out of my hair as I followed the girl along the road once more.

"What does Sylvia Plath have to do with ovens?" she asked me as we walked.

"She stuck her head in one to kill herself," I nodded slowly.