Star crossed | Agatha all along

21| Sanderson

"That's it you out your gone! I don't ever want to see your face again, Alexis!"

Alexis's father yelled at her daughter, the Bradshaw's were far from a perfect happy family, nothing was ever good enough for Alexis's father, not since her mother died. The Bradshaw's lived on the edge of eastview, Alexis was the youngest of 4 but unlike the usual youngest sibling she very much didn't get treated like she was perfect. Her father treated her like she was the cause of her mother's death, which she technically was, she had died in childbirth but that wasn't Alexis's fault.

"But dad-"

"No Alexis. Your out! I don't care where you go just don't come back."

The man yelled at his daughter, who looked at him sadly yet the man's expression didn't change. Alexis trudged upstairs to get her things before she left because that's what her father wanted.

"Goodbye Alexis."

The man said shutting the door in her face, as this happens the house gets completely obliterated by the destruction of the hex, the blast knocking Alexis over the girl hitting her head on the pavement.

"Good night Alice."

Alice heard the sound of her little brother Billy's voice, it sounded kind of echoy as Alice frantically searched for a new body.

"Good night Billy. I promise it's all going to be okay."

That was the last thing Alice said to the boy now her soul having just found a new body for her to inhabit.

"Billy, Tommy."

Alice jolted up, looking around to see a house completely obliterated behind her and nothing but forest around it. She wasn't sure who she was now or where her brothers were but she knew she had to find them. Alice started walking until she found a road through all that forest and straight grass, seeing a sign that said welcome to Westview. As she read the sign she was forced into a vision a vision in which she saw her mother killing innocent people and making her put the souls of their loved ones in their bodies. She saw the monster her mother would become, pulling out a pen as she remembered what her girlfriend Valentina taught her about sigils putting one on herself immediately after that vision.

"Are you alright ma'am?"

Suddenly the voice of someone asked behind her, snapping her out of the trance she was in when she put the sigil on herself, turning around to look at the person it was no one Alice recognised.

"Yeah I'm fine."

Alice told the woman who sat in her car stopped as she checked on Alice who was just standing on the side of the road.

"What's your name kid?"

She asked Alice, who knew no one could know who she actually was but she also didn't know this body's name so she had to come up with one.

"Sofia Sanderson. Would it be too much of a bother if you drive me into town."

Alice told the woman before asking for a ride, coming up with the last name as it was one from her favourite movie hocus pocus, which the woman promptly agreed to do.

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As all this happened to Alice and the boy she now called Sofia Sanderson, the boy which Alice's brother Billy got propelled into had a very different last day alive. It was the day William Kaplan's bar mitzva the boy starting off the day by getting ready for the formal part of the day. William tightened his tie, it was the special blue one that his mother had given him specifically for this occasion, she thought it would suit it and it did. William then fixing his hair making sure his yamaka was securely in place as he did so, once that was finished fixing his hair he put the last part of his ceremonial outfit on, and he was ready. The boy prayed in Hebrew (I'm not even going to try to write what he is saying because I will butcher it and I don't want to do that, sorry), as he carried the big scroll (I'm sorry to Jewish people reading this I don't know what it's called), walking down the aisle in the synagogue, it resting on his shoulder. William's mother and father followed behind their son smiling as people reached out to pat the boy and shake the parent's hands. Once William got to the front of the building he put the scroll (apologies again) down on the table, starting to read from it.