Witch Craftz

Chapter 17: Jar of Jerry

Mari's POV

I walked in with a smile on my face. I was slowly getting better at faking emotions. I didn't know if that was a good thing or not.

"Hey Mars," Fred greeted me again, "do you want some tea?"

"Yeah, sure." I replied cheerfully making him struggle to hold in a laugh. He handed me a cup of tea. As I brought it up to my mouth, I caught a whiff of something familiar. Poison. I put the tea back down and sat on the chair.

"Never mind, not in the mood." I said, and Fred frowned, making me smirk. I suddenly stood back up, taking Fred by the collar and dragging him out into the hallway to have a word with him. As I opened the door, Aaron walked in, and I walked out, dragging Fred with me.

Once the door closed, I started my lecturing. "Why are you trying to poison me?" I questioned, but didn't even give him time to answer, "are you trying to kill me?"

"Um, n-no!" He stuttered, giving it away almost too easily.

"Don't even go there." I gave him a stern look and instead of walking back into the room, I waited until he went in, and I decided to go exploring.

I walked into the door next to the room, and I was taken aback. The room was filled with people. Dead people. And lots of them. There was one person hung on a chain by their wrists in the middle of the room, making them stand out the most. I circled the room, and jumped when the person made a noise.

"What do you want?" He asked in a raspy whisper. I was silenced by its suddenness.

"To hurt me too?" He asked, "like them. The people who aren't our family?" He looked to his left, where I could hear Fred and my father talking. No, they wouldn't hurt people. He said not our family. What did that mean? They were good wizards right? Or was that an act too. They were hiding the fact that they were just like Loren. I wouldn't have to get rid of them too, would I?

"I'm not like them." I stated blankly. This made him laugh, and he laughed really hard.

"Ha, you're one funny one sis, that's what they said too." Sis? I didn't know the guy, and he called me sis?!

"Sis?" I questioned, and this made him scowl.

"Oops, wrong vocabulary I guess, Mars." I raised my eyebrow, how did he know my nickname? "Dang it! Ugh, why am I so bad at this. Oh yeah, probably because I'm not them, and because I figured it out, that's how I got here." He argued with himself. I stayed silent and he sighed.

"Mars, I came up with it. When I didn't know how to pronounce your name yet. They don't deserve to call you that. Ring a bell?" It did. It rang a huge bell.

"But..." I trailed off.

"I'm supposed to be dead. They didn't want to be convicted for murder obviously."

"But you're not"

"Yeah" he simply said.

"Jerald?" I asked him. "My little Jar of Jerry?"

"Your one and only."