Moon Phases (Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader)

Chapter XXXIX.

The first thing you saw was... well, nothing. Your vision was black even though you were clearly blinking your eyes, which meant something was obscuring your vision.

You did not feel any blindfolds or anything physically covering your eyes, but you tried to check it with your fingers... only to sense a barrier.

A quick, frantic search made you realize that you were trapped somewhere now. The sound of plastic rubbing against one another gave you the idea of being trapped in a bag.

You froze for a second as your mind started to think and realize where you were. Once the image of a body bag flashed into your mind, your heart started to beat faster.

Your moves became more frantic as you were reminded of the clothed mask worn on you during your torture by those witch hunters. Your breathing changed, and your chest started to ache, forgetting you could use your powers to have some light or even escape.

Eventually, your constant shoving and hitting found the zipper. Once it moved and the first rays of light entered, you headed for it like a swimmer out of air.

Your fingers passed through the small gap, and you pulled the zipper down, allowing the bag to open and you to shoot up so fast; your vision blurred with black spots for a moment.

One hand was holding the front of your white hospital gown as you tried to breathe, your wide eyes looking at Agatha and Billy, both sitting inside their own body bags.

The sight of them, especially for Agatha, slowly helped you to calm down, but stress was within your body.

At least now, you could focus on the room you were in and what the next trial was supposed to be. It definitely did not do much to help your fast-beating heart, considering the room looked a lot like a morgue.

The more you noticed it, the more you realized that it was a morgue room. Purple-tinted fluorescent lights were above you, giving the room a more haunting aura.

Endless morgue drawers were placed against the wall, but only three were out: one for Billy, Agatha, and You.

You parted your lips, focusing on your irregular breathing as your eyes met Billy's dark ones and Agatha's blue ones.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" He asked, seeing you emerging from that body bag with that terrified expression on your face.

You nodded your head, unable to answer as you tried to push away any haunting feelings that were awakened by the transition between the road and this trial.

Suddenly, another morgue drawer was pulled open by an invisible force, another body bag in it. The shouts and begs of Jen made you realize it was her inside, and she was panicking, having not understood yet where she was or how to escape.

Billy got up and went to help her, but Agatha stopped him.

"Don't steal her struggle," she said, her eyes never leaving you, a hidden worry of your well-being growing within her heart.

At last, Jen managed to open the zipper and pull her body up while everyone gave her time to focus and calm down.

"Where are we?" Jen finally asked as you all climbed off the morgue tables.

"Uh... Oh. My basement. Give or take." Agatha speculated as everyone started to explode in the room.

You remained oddly quiet and marched towards the steps you could see. If this was Agatha's basement, then maybe there was a way out... or perhaps the trial was in a different room.

You reached for the closed doors, only to find them locked.

Usually, you would have just stepped back, but the idea of being trapped in that small room underground started to bring back haunting memories of your times with the witch hunters.

Acting on pure survival instincts, you tried to bang, pull, and push the doors with all your might. Each attempt was more desperate than the other as your breathing changed once again, becoming rapid.

The others tried to call your name, surprised by your outburst. However, all you could hear was your laboured breath and the sound of blood passing through your veins; each beat of your heart echoed inside your head.

"Y/N!" Agatha called your name, but you didn't listen.

To her surprise, it was Jen who acted physically. She grabbed your wrists and pulled you away from the door, careful not to make you fall down the small steps.

"Y/N!" She called your name loud enough as she started to shake you. "It's locked!" She told you, hoping somehow her words bypass your walls and reach the logical part of your mind. "We will pass this trial and get out of here," she continued as you slowly stopped fighting.

Eventually, you started to focus on the present, your breathing becoming more stable, but your heart was not so quick to drop its beats. Yet it was something, and it was evident to the other witches as you started to calm down enough for Jen to let you go.

"Sorry," you breathed out and took a few steps back, feeling ashamed of having lost control that way.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Billy asked, looking at you with worry.

You were always the calmer, most grounded member of this group. Even during the ghost and possession moments, you remained logical and focused.

He was shocked but also worried to see you react like that. What could have happened to you to trigger such a reaction?

His mind went back to your scars and your encounter with the witch hunters, but he had no idea of what truly happened with them. Considering he could not read your mind, he left you as clueless as the rest.

"Yeah... bad memories..." You muttered and cleared your throat, trying to focus on anything more than them.

Agatha's gaze was the one you could feel the most, but you did not dare to let your eyes meet, afraid of how she would look at you.

You hated when others looked at you with sympathy, thinking of you as some weak little girl when you possessed power beyond their comprehension. You hated when others thought of you as fragile.

You hated when Agatha was worried about you, knowing she feared of losing you like she did with Little Nicky.

You were meant to be the strong one to protect her, the one to support her, the one to be there for her when she needed you.

And while it was only logical that she should be the same to you... you couldn't let it happen. It was rare whenever it happened, and you knew it was one of your biggest flaws.

And so, you focused on the room.

Agatha's eyes kept following you, her face not hiding her worry for you. She had never seen you react like that, except for the first trial with the illusions.

Until now...

She didn't know what caused it or what dark memory was taking over your mind, but she knew it was deep. She would recognise the basic instincts of fear and the need to flee on pretty much anyone.

Considering how you reacted to the body bag and now to the sealed room, she feared that whatever happened with those witch hunters scarred you deeper than you let her know.

Those men were lucky they were dead because when she got her powers back, she was going to come after them, and nothing would be able to save them from her rage.

To save the day, once again, was none other than Billy. He had this feeling to check something, and when he approached his body bag, he realized his instincts were correct.

"Check this out!" He called you all over.