Accused

Chapter Two

      Witches. The word brought back so many torturous memories to me. None of us had really been witches. The Government is commanded by Law to listen to any charges against anyone. Real or not, The Government must believe it. The Law says "What reason would they have to lie? We all care for each other here!" Whatever. My parents got on the bad side of an Agent (I wont go any deeper) and the Agent accused us of an unthinkable crime punishable by death: Witchcraft. I was so deep in thought, I didn't notice a boy standing in the path. We collided, sending Lydia and me flying backwards. Dazed, I groped for my dagger, ready to slit the throat of anyone who was in my way of protecting Lydia. I sat up to look at the obstacle. He was about my age, maybe a little older, wore brown leather clothes and a hood that covered most of his head; out of the hood poked unevenly cut, deep black hair that covered one of his brown eyes. His hair wasn't long, though; it just covered his ears. He wore kind of a weary expression on his face, as though this was the last thing he wanted to happen  He still looked like he was quite strong, and somewhat intelligent, so I decided it would be better not to take a swing at him. So I just glared at him, my own brown eyes staring a hole through his.

"Who are you and why are you here?" I snapped.

He shrugged. "Don't know why it'd make much difference to you why I'm here. Not your woods, right?" He stood up and gathered some things that had spilled out of a leather satchel on his shoulder. "And I guess I'm just gonna tell my name to some random teenage girl running around in the woods? Nah-ah." Then he walked over to Lydia and knelt beside her.

"Don't touch her!" I shouted, throwing a knife past his ear and impaling a tree nearby. He acted like it didn't even happen, and continued to reach into his satchel and pulled out a small wooden cup and poured some purplish liquid in it. Then he gently raised her head and slowly poured in the substance.

"Stop!" I screamed, "Don't drink it, Lydia!" I ran towards the boy, unsheathing another knife. He didn't take his gaze off Lydia. He simply raised one hand. He barely even pushed me, but I must have flew back twenty something feet. My vision was knocked blurry from the rough landing. My ears kid of added a ringing to the world around me. I watched in a daze as the boy drained the cup into Lydia's mouth, then stood up and extracted something from a tree. He walked over to me and said something like,

"You're gonna need this knife if you keep going at people like you did me," laid the  knife beside me and walked off into the woods. The ringing grew louder and black static covered my vision until the world was completely black.