Wolves and Witches

The Visit

**DCC mumblings: Right then, here at last is the final edition of my work... I took me sometime to overhaul (edit) the first three chapters so to those who have read this, you are very much welcome to read this again and comment about what you think below... and to the first time readers... Enjoy reading!****

P.S. I dedicate this story to EleonorForbes as a big thanks for being my first fan and avid readerdespite my sappy writing, lol.. and for pointing out the wrong spelling of "cooment" ^_^ 

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The clock ticked midnight. Reven had been staring at his dilapidated laptop since eating dinner. His room smelled of his half eaten cupped noodles and burnt cigarettes. Every corner of his crammed apartment was stockpiled with empty soda cans, cups, bottles and a lot more trash that served as sanctuary for extinct species of bacteria. The nasty smell of unwashed used clothes fought against the dying scent of the air freshener hung in the air. A perfect picture of organized chaos.

He let out a sigh of desperation. He’d be toasted by his boss when he came into office empty handed. For hours, he let ideas flood his mind but as soon as he typed the first sentence, he would end up deleting them.

For the love of all that is holy, make my mind work. He thought desperately.

As he was about to rap the keys, a gust of cold wind blew the only window of his room open. Reven flinched and fell of his imbalanced chair in surprise.

“Aaww…” he struggled against the chair and stood.

What’s with the wind? He mused and straightened, then went to close the window.

He took a glance outside and saw that the street was empty and dark. Why wouldn’t it be? It’s already midnight moron. He conversed with himself, like he usually does.

He knew that people would find it weird when someone asks and answers his own self, that’s why he kept it as a deeply buried secret and since, it became some sort of hobby for him. Conversing with himself, that is.

He was about to pull the latch to close the windows when a dark shadow jumped right at him, and knocked him unconscious on the hard cement floor. He remained oblivious as a huge, as in big as a bear, black wolf dragged his foot with its fangs into a corner of the room.

“Not nice Erio…” said a little girl as she emerged though the window while riding on a flying broom.

The wolf let out a soft whimper, apologetic. The Little girl hopped off from the broom and made it vanish with a swish of her hand. She came closer to Reven and stared wide-eyed with glee at his face.

Reven, at last, regained his knocked-out soul, blinked his eyes open. He saw a cute smiling face of a girl inches from his. He tried to back-away in surprise but instead bumped his head hard against the firm wall.

“Ouch!” He cried holding his head.

“Whoops… sorry,” said the little girl and shuffled behind the black wolf as if playing hide and seek.

“Eh?” Reven finally noticed the huge wolf.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” he didn’t know where to run. His heart stopped beating for second and he felt being plunged into a sea of freezing ice.

The wolf bared its white glinting fangs and eyed him with its scarred right eye.

With his heart like a drum being pounded by a maniacal drummer, he calculated his distance to the door which was across from where he was.