Wither Skulls

Chapter Twenty Two

Petra's POV

She was still motionless, nothing had changed. Her skin was cracking, like glass, purple glass that was cracking like thin ice with someone trying to carefully walk along the top without falling through into the water. But it seemed like whatever was doing this to Jessie was past tiptoeing around, and was now stomping around with huge boots. My hand clutched hers as if it was my life at risk, seeing my knuckles turning white as I held it tighter than I probably should have been. My large wings supported her head and back, making sure she wouldn't be just resting on the stone table. She deserved that much at the least.

Chapter Twenty Two- Cures and Attacks

They were brewing the potion I could tell because of how terrible the room started to smell. Yet still I couldn't take my eyes off the girl in front of me. The way her chest rose and fell only in tiny gasps in shakey fits made my worry overflow as I impatiently tapped my foot against the ground. Why couldn't they go faster? They did know what was at stake here right? I hoped they did. They needed to hurry.

"Almost done Petra." Olivia calls over, making me sight in relief. Soon Jessie would be cured, and it would all be okay again. At least that's what I kept telling myself over and over as the seconds went by ever so slowly. I could hear Jen's low voice wispering orders to Olivia and Axel, who looked to Lukas for the items she demanded. None of them dared to deny her the objects.

After what seemed like a lifetime Lukas was walking over with a glass bottle in hand, being careful not to spill even a drop onto the ground.  I willed him to go just a little bit faster as he reached the side of the table, handing over the potion for me to administer. "Thanks." I mumble, unable to really say much else. I could tell they were all around me, but none stood next to me. It was like they were afraid to stand too close, afraid to see it not work. I wasn't about to admit that I was afraid of the same things.

"Please work." I begged the bottle, leaning over Jessie as I lift her into a sitting position. Pressing the bottle to her lips, I watched as she did swallow it, but nothing else seemed to happen. Her eyes did not open, her short breaths didn't get better. Her skin didn't turn back. Once all the potion was gone, I waited all 9f two minuets before I threw the bottle across the room. "Damn it!" I shout, hearing the echo of the shattering bottle sound throughout the room. "Petra." Lukas warned, not being one to really like swearing. I couldn't help it, the potion failed, she wasn't waking up.

"Don't 'Petra' me. Jessie is gone! I came back because of her, and now she's gone." I shout, making them all take a step back. My wings had moved so they were behind me again, and I could feel them going black again. So it was my emotions that controlled it. I tried calming down but I just couldn't control my anger. Jessie was gone, and I couldn't go back up to see her again until I died, which I'm pretty sure they won't let happen. "This Wither Idiot is going to pay for what it's done. I swear to Notch, as soon as that thing shows it's face, I will kill it." I growl, making Jen's eyes widen. She took a step towards me, hands up and motioning for me to settle down. "Look, I know that's what we came here to do, but we need to be careful about it. The Master is always list-" she's cut off. It takes me a second to realize why.

My heart stopped as I saw the sword sticking through her chest. Her eyes traveled down to it, hands shaking as she herself realized what had happened. "Oh- I've been impaled." She laughs darkly as the sword is pulled away and she falls limply to the ground. We all jump back maybe ten blocks, seeing what was standing behind her to deal the killing blow.

"Well, that's one loose end taken care of." Its voice rung out as if it had spoken after being burned and filled with rocks, crackling and roughly echoing through to my soul. This was a time when ever I couldn't deny it, I was afraid. The Master stood there, right in front of me. A sword resting in its hand, dripping with fresh blood. "Now to take care of the rest." It growled, the holes in the skull that were ones made for eyes glowing with a purple fire, making everything else seem cold to its heat.

We were in way over our heads.

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Death. Death. And more death. Why is my brain so messed up? Maybe I've been watching too much of the Scream TV show.... anyway I hope you guys enjoyed and I'll attempt to update soon!

-Fox

P.S: THE END IS NIGH!