Agatha All Along Collection

How Agatha met Rio

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The mumbling of her coven drives Agatha's fear higher up, making her desperate.
She tugs at the magic keeping her bound to the post, right in the middle of her coven and in front of her mother.

Agatha begs them for forgiveness or help, anything really. Anything than being the victim of their spell.
They used to belong together and help each other, but right now, no one makes a move. All they do is keep mumbling, the glowing in their palms growing more intense.

Agatha turns to the woman right in front of her. Her mother. If anyone should have pity on her, it should be her own mother. But she doesn't look sympathetic at all, more like she wants to get this over with as soon as possible.

Agatha winds against the pole, trying to get loose while pleading with her mother, tears in her eyes.
She has done nothing wrong to deserve this. She simply bent the rules a little, but that doesn't make her deserving of this.

As her mother starts the chant, Agatha feels a deep cut in her soul, the feeling of betrayal seeping into her heart, leaving burning marks. How could her very own mother do this?

Agatha just watches her mother, horrified, knowing no amount of pleading can help her now.

The moment her coven blasts her with their powers an excruciating pain erupts inside of her and she screams out. She has never experienced anything like this. It's hot and cold at the same time. Burning and freezing and the worst she has ever felt.

Despite her screaming and crying, it doesn't stop, no one takes pity on her, not even now.
They all want her gone and while suffering against their powers, Agatha realizes just that. She isn't a part of this coven anymore, hasn't been for a while now. They don't care about her, so why should she care about them?

The heat is crawling up her throat, as if it wanted to burn her alive, numbing her screaming until it fades out and her eyes land on her mother.

Suddenly, the pain vanishes and is replaced by a different feeling, a new one. One of power, of revitalizing.
She takes a deep breath, not hurting anymore. It's like the opposite, the longer she's blasted with magic, the better she feels.

Her own powers grow, as if they are absorbing everyone else's powers. The witches around her make choking noises, their skin goes grey and they fall to their knees.
Agatha watches, not sure what to do but also not wanting to stop this.
They wanted to kill her, why should she show them mercy in return?

She ends the power blasts and her coven falls to the ground dead. Her mother glares at her with more hate than a mother should be able to feel towards her child. But Agatha isn't scared by it anymore.
Hurt yes, but not scared.

Even when her mother yells at her and blasts her power right into her chest, Agatha doesn't scream. It doesn't even hurt anymore, it's more like a tingling in her chest, slowly spreading through her entire body.

She absorbs her mother's powers until she falls dead to the ground.

A sudden silence lays itself over the scene, like a thick blanket.
Agatha looks around at the dead woman around her. Eight.
She just killed eight people.

Although, she didn't actively do it, they did it to themselves. It's not her fault, she was able to absorb their power. It serves them right for trying to kill her.

She runs a hand through her hair and slowly steps down from the platform with the pole. Looks like she's going to get a second chance at this after all.
But where to go from here?
Without her coven. Without her mother. There is no one to guide her, no one to care about her. She's all on her own.