Witch Trials 2.0

The Witch Trials 2.0

Silver flakes drifted down, glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon on a chilly and dark October afternoon. Sarah Good is sitting at a table under a pavilion outside of The Peabody Institute Library, sitting diligently writing away on her stolen notebook in Danvers, Massachusetts. While she is working on a dark and twisted story for her website, Sarah notices a woman dressed much like herself. Wrapped in an old dingy blanket with a ski hat atop the woman's auburn hair. Sarah's brown eyes squint as interest strikes her. She stands up, legs shaking as the cold air irritates her exposed pale legs and walks toward the woman. 

Sarah Good arrives about fifteen feet away from the bench when she realizes the woman has a sketchbook. Sarah's cracked pale lips turn up to a mischievous grin. Sarah pulls her raven black hair into a pony tail, places her ski hat  back on her head and over her ears, then cracks her knuckles. She lets out an evil cackle and the woman quickly turns her head toward Sarah. The woman's eyes are matted shut, but it looks like she's in shock. "Yeah! I'm going to get you bitch!" Sarah screams toward the woman with jealousy raging through her veins. See, poor Sarah Good has dreams of becoming an up and coming artist. But she is far too poor to get another sketchbook. She can't help but to chant a spell and hurt them to get what she wants. Everyone has told her her whole life that she is going to turn out like the witches back in 1692 because of her anger and irresistible power she can't ignore. However, she refuses to believe that. Instead she 'thinks' she is going down her own path, but she's giving into her power just as much as her ancestors did in the 1600's during the Salem Witch Trials.

All of the thoughts running through her head trigger her to strike. She paces fast toward the innocent woman and chants an old cryptic spell in Latin. Sarah raises her hands,  throwing a fire ball onto the women on the bench. It hits the woman's wrists causing her to drop her scorched sketchpad in massive pain. The auburn haired woman screams and jumps off the bench falling onto the cold snowy ground clutching her hands. Sarah is hovering over the women staring straight at her severely burnt wrists. "I get what I want." She kicks the women violently busting her lip. "What do you want witch!" Sarah stops and tilts her head staring at the woman. "I want your sketchbook and..." Sarah pauses putting her hand in her hip. "...your ring!" Sarah points at the woman's family heirloom. The woman repeatedly shakes her head no. "No. It's the only part of my family I have. Your witch sisters killed half of them in 1692 and killed the rest two years ago." Sarah smiles evilly. "Yeah, they said your family put up quit a fight. They think they are the most satisfying kill." Sarah raises her hand and strikes her with another fire ball. "That is until I kill you!" Hatred and anger pulse through Sarah's veins as she conjures a wired bat. Lifting it high above her head, her veins popping out of her skin, she maliciously strikes the woman in the head. Blood splatters everywhere as the woman screams in pain. "Stop! You don't have to do this!" The homeless woman pleads. Sarah ignores any words coming out of the woman's mouth and continues to beat her to a bloody pulp. Sarah strikes her again and laughs as the woman is now bleeding from the mouth. "This is far better than anything I've done to anyone!" "I'd have to say that watching you bleed nonstop is entertaining. But your incisive shrieking makes me want to just kill you off right now." She raises the barbed wired bat and stops it in mid air. "What is your name you dirty bitch?!" The unknown woman coughs up blood and wipes her bruised and cut up face. The woman's mouth opens, but no words come out. Sarah rolls her eyes as she strikes her head again. The tortured woman shrieks and spits blood up as she tries to stand up. "Ha! Your not going anywhere until you tell me your name you imbecile!" Sarah says as she starts to hit her again. "What...." The woman vomits more blood. "...does it matter if you know my name." Sarah looks at the woman and cackles. "Because when I kill, I like to know my victims names so I can write down who all I killed off." Sara then paces back and forth between the bench and the trash can and stops and kneels right in front of the beaten woman's body and stares her in the face. "Knowing names make it that more interesting and fun to kill." She says as her bow shaped lips curve into a malicious grin. Sarah looks at the woman's body and pokes her side with the bat. The woman winces in pain trying to speak. Sarah sends the woman an evil glare. Then she laughs and begins to speak. "Alright this isn't fun anymore. You're not putting up a fight like I thought. Time to opt you off!" Sarah throws the bat onto the woman and raises her hands to the gloomy sky summoning the darkest of her powers. A large snowflake lands on her nose. She wipes it off beginning to chant in Latin. After a moment of summoning her goddess given gift, Sarah finally puts an end to her anger by conjuring a hell hound to rip away the woman's flesh right off her bones. But suddenly someone bumps into her and stubbles and trips over their own feet and falls backwards onto the bench. The person stares at Sarah shaking in fear. Sarah lowers her hands and walks to the man. She raises her arms up to the dark sky as scarlet flames protrude from her dagger like finger nails. The red hot flame hits the man scorching his body. Sarah stands and watches as the man screeches in pain clutching his burnt face. "Well that's not enough!" Sarah says as she throws her hand toward the man again scorching him until his burnt and bloody flesh turns to dust leaving a burnt skeleton left. Turning around facing the woman, Sarah throws another fireball at the woman. This time scorching her until she starts bleeding. "Give me all your strength and power my goddess!" Sarah raises her arms and head motioning for  the god of the darkness to absorb her with super fire powers. She summons the darkest power able to be transferred to someone. She flicks her wrists toward the homeless woman and lets black flames fly onto the woman. The dark flames burn every part of her causing the woman to burn...and burn...and burn until her scarlet red wounds turn into ashes and nothing but ashes. Sarah laughs maniacally as she watches the beaten body turn into ashes.

Click click click click. The joyous sounds of fingers pecking on a keyboard. Sarah sits at a table scavenging through multiple Wicken books at the Peabody Library shortly after she viciously murdered the homeless woman. She hopes she'll find more spells she can chant so she can attack and victoriously kill more innocents. However, she can't concentrate due to kids running around like hoodlums. "I will strike you with my fireball cause I'm the fairest Witch of them all!" One child says as he  hoists his hand in the air asserting his dominance. Sarah annoyingly rolls her eyes as she loudly slams her book shut. Another kid standing on a chair in front of the first hoodlum jumps and falls into the chair. The people around Sarah let a breath out of relief. Sarah stairs right into the first child's baby blue eyes. "Where are your parents child?" She says making it more of a demand. The child in the chair raises his hand in the air and says a spell in Latin. Sarah flinches in shock. "Where on earth did you learn that?!" Sarah says standing up and kneels in front of the child in the chair. The energetic kid answers. "I heard my mamaw say it before she died." Sarah's eyebrows form a v shape. She shakes the eerie feeling off her and refocuses on the little boy. "Who is your grandmother kid?" The kid starts to look scared  by Sarah's piercing eyes. "I...I....she..I...can't..." Sarah stops his annoying stuttering. "Spit it out you brat!" She screams. Everyone in the vicinity stops typing and looks at her concerned and the boy starts tearing up. "I miss my granny. She took care of me cause my mommy was crazy." The blue eyed boy looks at Sarah and looks down at his shoes. "They called my mommy a witch." He looks back into Sarah's eyes. "They called my granny one too. But they said she is the good kind." Sarah opens her mouth trying to speak, but the child continues to speak. "Mamaw said that spell after my mommy died. But she said it didn't work cause she needed her sisters to help." Sarah finally gets a chance to speak. "What's your Nanas name?" Everyone is staring at the startled boy as he speaks off the wall thoughts. One older women looks at Sarah concerned. "Sweety. I think you need to leave and stop talking to this little one. He obviously has a scarred and terrible past." Sarah viciously looks at the woman. Sarah freezes everyone around her. Then She suddenly flicks her wrist as she releases a fire ball onto the old bat of a woman. She laughs as she satisfyingly watches the woman burn to ashes as she screams for her life back. Sarah grabs the dark brown hardback Wicken book and exits the library. "I can't believe that child's old granny tried a re animation spell." She says as she swings the door open. She arrives outside and looks at the black spot where she caught the woman on fire and grins. "Ha! Any decent powerful Witch knows you can't do that spell without a coven." She rolls her eyes as she passes the bench and ashes of the woman. "What an idiotic old broad."

She locks her eyes on a group of college students loitering outside of the DMV laughing. "They won't have anything to laugh about when I get my hands on them." Sarah maniacally chuckles as she speeds up toward them. "Hey you!" She yells at a guy with a flat bill hat. The guy stops mid sentence and looks in Sarah's direction. He rolls his eyes and shrugs, continuing his explanation of the health benefits of weed. Throwing a fireball at a trash can letting out some of her rage, she starts to get closer to the students. Finally close enough so they can see and hear her more clearly, Sarah throws another fireball, but this time it's toward the college kid with the hat. He jumps and screams like a child as his friend with a New York Giants hoodie takes his backpack off trying to extinguish the fire. No sooner after he puts the fire out, Sarah is forcefully holding a knife to the back of the kid who screamed. She looks straight at the one in the hoodie. "If you do as I say. No one gets hurt." The blonde chokes on his words as he's trying to reason with Sarah. "I......He.....We can....." "Silence!" Sarah says as she's pushes the knife into the student's back harder. He arches his back in an attempt to relieve the pressure of the knife. But it only makes it worse as Sarah gets angrier and pulls him back causing the knife to go through his jacket and puncturing his skin. The hat guy winces in pain as the knife is slowly getting deeper into his skin. "Please." He shakes in fear. "We'll do whatever you want." The other guy with the hoodie nods his head in agreement. "Yes! We will." He says as his shoulder length hair falls in his face. "What do you want." The hooded student says spitting a strand of golden hair out of his mouth looking at Sarah angrily. "We don't know you and we haven't done anything to you. So what the HELL are you talking about?"