The Witch

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: THERE IS GOING TO BE CUSING AND VIOLENCE IN THIS STORY. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THEN DO NOT READ. Thank you.

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Her family lived way below the poverty line of the American society. Her mom is the only parent she had and watched as she starve herself so that way her children could survive in the harsh reality. Her father is a joke. Met her mom at a club and left the night after, like any typical married man who doesn't want to be caught in the act of adultery. Now he sleeps comfortably as a successful politician who runs the city and is loved by everyone. Well, everyone who isn't in the underground that is. Anyway, once her mom passed away she took on the responsibility of caring for her siblings and herself. It is here when she mastered the arts of stealth, pick pocketing, lock picking, and the occasional assassinations when needed. These abilities kept her siblings alive and they are all on their way to becoming part of the underground organizations.

------(Present Day)------

The chimes of the clock awoke her from her inner thoughts. The ten minutes were up and it was time for The Witch to strike. She swiftly entered through the attic and disabled the electricity. She then contacted her team through the headset.

"Alright. The electricity is off. You all have 30 minutes to grab the expensive shit and leave. Remember stay quite and kill no one. Notify me if you encounter someone. Do I make myself clear?"

A chorus of, "Yes mam," was the immediate reply.

Nodding to herself, she moves from the attic and heads towards the master bedroom where there is someone she has been dying to meet. She opens the door and heads over to the vanity and examines the precious stones before selecting the ones of the upmost quality. After the stones are picked, she glances over at the California king to only find the sleeping body of a woman. She curses under her breath.

Her headset beeps and a nervous male voice is heard, "Umm...boss. We have a problem in the study on the second floor."

"And what would that problem be?" She hisses as she blends into the shadows, quietly exiting the room.

"Ahh. Well you see there is a man here and he is apparently a ver..."

"Spare me the bullshit, Anthony. What is wrong?" she demands.

"The mayor is here, awake. And he is threatening to call the police." He states while cringing.

By the time he is finished stating the problem, she is already behind the poor boy and gives him a heart attack when her hand comes down on his shoulder.

She chuckles lightly, "It's alright. I've got it from here. Gather the others and leave. Take what you guys have and store it in the back of the shop."

He nods and quickly exits the room. She turns her attention to the man who gave her the stormy blue eyes and mocha complexion. While examining the shaken male, a sickeningly sweet smile forms on her face as she walks a circle around her prey.

"Ahh, Mayor Derek Miller, it's been a while. How's the family?" She questions while siting in his office chair and flips through his notes with little interest.

The mayor hesitates before asking, "Do I know you?"

She slowly looks up from his plans for the city and smiles, "Personally? No. But I am known as The Witch. I am the one who haunts the night. And I am also your daughter."

The man is startled but quickly regains his composure. "I have no daughters." he says with confidence.

"See, that's where you are wrong. Not surprising seeing on how you claim that this city is winning the 'war on drugs'. Do you remember Emerson Marino?"

He gazes at the ceiling as he tries to remember the name. His snaps his head toward the powerful female and with a wicked grin cheers, "Little Emmy! Yes, I remember her. She was an excellent lay. So excellent that I bet she spent most of her time on her back!"

Hearing that she jolts from the seat and slams her hands on the desk. Pass the point of caring about the amount of noise she makes, "You have no right to talk about my mother in that way!" She hisses with a deadly glare.

"Huh. So you are the bastard child? Guess the bitch wasn't lying after all. What do I owe the pleasure to finally meet my daughter? Did she send you to beg for money?"

"My mother is dead. No thanks to you. I have came to remedy the world of crooked politicians like you." Her voice void of emotion.

The male's eyes widen as she reaches into her pocket and flings a throwing knife directly in between his eyes. He crumbles to the floor as she mumbles, "Bullseye."

She pulls the Justice tarot card from her back pocket as she removes the knife from his head. Sliding the card into the wound she smirks and whispers, "Tell Satan that Kaia Marino sent you."

She leaves the mansion, cleaning her knife on the way out, and head toward the shadows that the alley provides. Before she is able to slink into the darkness, her phone vibrates. Looking at the Caller ID, she answers with a smirk. "Yo! Lavon! What's up?"

"Where the hell are you?!?" An angry voice replies.

"Just leaving a job. Why? What's wrong?"

"Well we are having a meeting and the only one not accountable is you."

"So what? I'm running late. Big deal. I'll be there in five." She hangs up with out waiting for a response. Looking toward the stars, she sighs and slips into the shadows only the night provides.