Sickeningly Sweet

Chapter Two

                    I've been playing that memory in my sleep constantly.  More like I dont have control over the memory of James' last breath strangling my mind and telling me I could have done something to save him.  I lost him over a month ago and I still cant shake my guilt.  I could have done something.  I wake up sweating and smelling that sweet smell that made me lose him. 

                 My base knows about what happened, all they said to me was that on the bright side they could finally confirm that I was truly part of base one.  After everything I told them all they could say was how powerful I really am and how much of an asset I will be to base one.  Yet I havent been out in field ever since. 

              I live at the base now, they wont let me go back to my house.  Then again I should have seen this coming.  They aren't going to sell it, but they wont let me go to live in peace with the only thing good in my life.  They have me under security cameras all day,  apparently its for my own safety, but in reality they are scared.  This is what they do to witches they are scared of, they treat them like an experiment. 

             They dont want me to turn out like sugar.  She was part of a base once, actually she is the reason we call them bases in the first place.  We are all against her.  The one she was part of was for full body witches.  She was the most powerful witch at her base and all she wanted to do was to lead her fellow brothers and sisters.  Yet when is was time for the spirits to pick a new leader, they didn't pick her.  They picked her sister, Venus.

            Sugar was outraged.  She burnt down their entire base with everyone in it.  Base one is for the witches that were "born to be fighters."  We didn't thank sugar for that.  Basically anyone that has a chance at going up against sugar and winning with a team behind them is sent here to train.  Then there is the exception of me.

          Sure I am partially here to fight against Sugar, but also because I am half witch and half spirit.  My da was a witch and my mom was a spirit, therefor, me.  Their love was forbidden and they were executed for it, but since my Dad was good friends with the Head, he was able to convince him not to kill me too. 

         All witches are born with a special birthmark that is supposed to hint at their greatest power, so when I was born and the spirits saw my birthmark they put two and two together.  My parents tried to convince them that it was just a birthmark but it didn't work.  So now the Head takes care of me, but at least when I was a kid he didn't make is obvious that the real reason I'm still here is because Im an experiment.

       So now I stay in my room most days in my true form because it takes a lot of energy to keep up the disguise.  I need that energy to plot my revenge against Sugar.  We are supposed to be attacking her, but we have just been watching her for the past year.

        "Hey girly." Amanda says as she comes to sit on my bed.  She is one of the few people that know what I actually look like, "Planning on going outside today?"  she sounds hopeful.

         "Not really." I flop back on my bed.

         "Well, you kind of have to."  I shoot up.

        "Why?"

         " You have a meeting with the head," I groan in disapproval, "And Henry."  I groan louder.

           Henry is from France and when ever he came to visit our base he would always make a point of how to pronounce his name "on-ree" instead of Henry.  So what did I do?  I pronounced his name like a normal person would.  Sadly that's not what bothers me about him.