Chapter Fifty-Seven

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"Aaron!" Cried Willow as her big brother glanced over. "Yes ma'am?" He replied quickly. "Go free mother and the others I'll handle Nico," she stated. "Roger that!" Said Aaron before disappearing. "Looks like it's just you and me Nico," growled Willow as Nico returned a growl. "It seems so," he replied before charging at her. Within seconds Willow disappeared and reappeared behind Nico. She grabbed his arm pulling it behind his back. CRACK! Nico screamed as his arm was broken almost instantly. "At least I have one arm left," he thought. "Better make it count," he mumbled before attempting to kick Willow. Willow only blinked and caught him by his ankle, rendering his kick useless. SNAP! Nico screamed again, as this time his leg was broken along with his arm.

Willow kept beating Nico over and over until he was close to tears. He hadn't learned his lesson yet though. And with a few swift movements he had impaled a knife into Willow's chest. Caught by surprise Willow let out a gasp, as blood began to trickle down the corner of her mouth. "Did you enjoy that?" Screamed Nico whipping out dozens of knives. "Have another one, and another!" Nico screamed again. "And another!" As each knife was lodged into Willow. By the time Aaron rushed back in with the others it was too late.

"Willow, no!" Wailed Midnight as the spells on everyone had worn off. The woman cradled her presumably dead infant and wept. She slowly looked up and stared at Nico with fury in her eyes. No one had ever seen her look at someone like that before. She was terrifying- becoming insidious you might say. "You," she growled before pointing her hand at him. Nico's heart was immediately stopped, he fell to the floor with a thud. Nico was dead at last. Everyone cautiously took a step back from Midnight. They knew she was powerful but not that powerful.

A insane laughter rang out from above, as a figure hidden by a cloak dropped to the ground. The figure landed in a crouch before standing up. "Nico was only following orders darling," the voice said as Midnight was shaking with anger. And crying all at once as she continued to cradle her beautiful, and presumably murdered child. "In fact Nico was just under my spell for all these years," the voice continued.

Everyone knew in an instant as to who's voice it was. "No freaking way," said Ranger and Wolf at once. "Dusk," growled Midnight...

~*~

Magda peered out of her bedroom window, slowly she then opened the window. And stuck out her tiny green hand. She hissed once the sunlight reached her skin. Then scampered back into the shadows and into the corner. It would be sundown soon luckily. She quickly put on her grey scarf, grey hat and black gloves. She felt protected with them on and closed the curtains anyways. Being a zombie wasn't easy, especially when she wasn't born one. She was born a hybrid, due to her mother's careless exposure to the substances in her lab.

She always was quite normal though. She didn't look, act, or even sound like a zombie. But then all a sudden over the past few months...Everything had changed for her. She found that sunlight had become her enemy. That green skin wasn't fashionable. And that speaking in strange tongues and making strange sounds wasn't admirable. Although Magda hadn't seen her mother since Arrow, her big sister and Macy took her. She would still send letters, but she wasn't sure if her mother ever received them.

Arrow told her that she wasn't allowed to talk to "that witch". So Magda figured that Arrow would probably retrieve her letters before they were ever sent. It would explain why she never would get a letter back. So maybe their mother was an actual witch, but Arrow didn't know her like Magda did. After all Monica is their mother, and deserves to know her children. She didn't fully understand as to why Arrow hated their mother so much. Only that she hated her, and that was that. "Magda dinner is ready," cried Arrow from downstairs. "Coming!" Replied Magda before quickly rushing out, closing the bedroom door behind her.

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