Hunted

Chapter 3

The sound of the knife embedding itslef in the centre of the hard wood of the target relaxes me in a way. I am having target practice, more self-defence against Catherine. But not for long. Being able to do things extremely fast has its disadvantages. Like now that I'm so angry, and quite scared the superspeed kind of just kicks in without my choice. So even though I want to be slow, my speed kicks in without my knowledge. In waiting for my guests. The Wilson Witches.

The dream and Catherine's presence cannot be explained by me. I don't understand it. But maybe they will. Which is why I have to invite them into my home. The only place I kniw Catherine will not find me.

There are only about five or them but they are a formidable force because they are all siblings.
Everyone knows that blood magic is the most powerful type of magic. And the most dangerous. There are two boys and three girls.
Mason. Mia. Miranda. Mitchell, and Michelle

Mason at age 24 is the oldest of them and he has the most power. He is their leader, and he sort of guides them to do things and he is basically their voice. He handles all of their negotiations with other witches and the other supernaturals.

Next is Mia. Mia is 22 years old and is the second oldest with, obviously the second most power. She is the most caring and kind of them. She is basically the mother figure of their family since they lost both of their parents a few years ago in a terrible battle against the head of werewolves. Lance Parker. The details are gruesome.

Then Miranda. The middle child at 20 years of age, she is third on the power scale. She is what is known as. The salty one. Her comebacks are legendary, and she can talk a donkey's ear off Amongst other things. Including oh, magically forcing people to carry out her will by using her magic to boil their blood until they submit toher will. Starting to see why I'm so nervous, not yet? Ok then. Wait for Mitchell.

Mitchell Wilson. The literal talk of the Underworld. By underworld, I mean the secret low-key world that all supernaturals know about and are involved in. Anyway, back to what I was saying. Mitchell Wilson. He is basically the ruler of the newest witch group, the Rebels.Impressive actually, at age 18. He is the youngest person EVER to practically rule a witch clan single-handedly. His clan, might I mention is already in the Top twenty most powerful clans in witch history. And is quickly gaining speed and supplies in the world of underworld connections.

Finally, the last, but very, very far from the least. Mia. Mia Wilson, twin sister of Mitchell Wilson is the epitome of what the Underworld rebel should be. Does whatever she wants, whenever she wants and however she wants to do anything and everything. Nothing less to be expected of course, she is a Wilson. They're all crazy, which I guess is understandable. Considering how they lost their parents. She and Mitchell were just five years old.

They were all at home, the parents got a sitter and went for an anniversary dinner. They never came back. They obviously lied to their kids, and they were killed by Lance Parker, who wanted to do some crazy experiments on witches, no one is really sure what he wanted to do. However, their parents destroyed enough of his research that he cannot do anything of the sort now.

They were tossed from foster home to foster home. Orphanage to orphanage. That's enough to drive anyone crazy.

The point is, they are really powerful and really scary. I don't want them to kill me, long story short.
But Miranda owes me big time for some things I helped her out with a couple of years ago in Peru. I don't want to bore you with the details, but it was pretty important. So hopefully, that will help me gain her help and that if her family.

I wonder if-"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK." The door sounds, interrupting my train of thought.

I rush to the door, knowing that the witches are here. I open the door slightly apprehensive, and more than a little scared.

There is no one there. I shut the door and turn around to see all five of them sitting in the living room. "Aaaaaaahh!" I scream,"how did you even get in here." I say, slightly less afraid than before. My heart beats at a million miles a minute. I am seriously afraid.
"We teleported you idiot" says Michelle in an irritated time, as if she's bored. She probably is. "Okay, then. Thank you for coming, I appreciate that you came here for me." I say

"Let's get to why we came here please," Mason says impatiently" we don't have all day."

Okay," I say calmly. "Yesterday, at exactly 9:04 p.m, something very, very strange happened. Suddenly, my body had a very strange blue aura coming from it, and my hair started floating as if I was underwater, then everything started taking on a blueish tint, making me think that my eyes were turning blue. Then I started floating, and then everything went black. In the dream, I was in a cluster of woods. I slowly stood up on and walked forward. I got  out of the woods almost immediately. Suddenly, I saw Catherine standing in the edge of the cliff, I started asking her questions about why we were there, but she doesn't know. She gets angry and then we start to fight, she kicks me off with cliff, and as soon as I hit the water, my eyes opened. I remained in the air for a second, and then I fell onto the floor, I tried to get up, but my eyes started to droop, and I fell asleep almost immediately."

As I was saying all of this, the faces if the Wilson witches became increasingly more worried and scared, and when I finally finished my long speech, they looked like they were seeing ghosts.

After a minute or two of silence, and lots of glances at each other, Mason finally clears his throat, and what I begin to hear come from his mouth is not what I expected.

"Sorry we were silent for long, we forgot that you cannot hear our mental communication. We have seen what has happened to you now, before." I can't help but notice that as Mason says the last word, Michelle looks like she wants to disappear. "As you probably know, we witches age extremely slowly. So we have seen a lot of things. Several years after we lost our parents, Michelle was about sixteen, and she went on a rampage, she looked like she was seven, She killed a lot of people." He says forlornly. "A few years later, what happened to you happened to her, but after the first time, it got more and more painful to wake up, and more and more difficult. The occurrences also became a lot more frequent, we decided to call them attacks. Her attacks would come randomly. Anywhere, and anytime. At a point, it happened at least twice a day, each attack more painful than the last. We did solve it eventually but it is not something I can tell you, it is different for everyone. We cannot help you, we are sorry." He says.

My brain is practically exploding from confusion and fear, I do not know what to do, and it makes me afraid. What will happen if I cannot figure out what to do?

"How long did it take her?"

"As I said before, it is different for everyone, it may take longer for you, it might not take as much time. I don't know. But it took Michelle a year. Exactly a year. To the second." He says shakily. "We have to go, I know that you and your sister are not on the best of terms, but you probably have to contact her, tell her what is going on, and if possible, meet her, you guys have to figure this out together, or I fear that you may die." He says, his brown eyes like melted chocolate, full of concern.

"Thank you, I really appreciate it." I say." I will do my best and tell her if I can."
"Okay, we have to go now okay, we will talk later." Mason says, and with that statement, all five of them disappear into thin air. Leaving me alone, with only my thoughts to comfort me from my impending doom.