A Drop of Purple

Chapter 13 - Weak Superwoman

Chapter 13 - Weak Superwoman

Algaea's husband looked at Aglaea in confusion and there was a back and forth between them. Lots of shouting. Lots of anger. I had no idea what was going on.

To put it simply he doesn't know who you are.

Oh well that... he doesn't recognise his own wife! I knew he was neglectful towards her but, that's a bit extreme. Aglaea turned to look at polished metal. The reflection was her own... but not her.

Aglaea looked only slightly older than myself. She jumped back and cursed the witch. The cursing of the witch I didn't even need the narrator to translate because I too would do just that.

Her husband kept yelling at her while she stayed silent staring into her reflection. As any vain man's yelling would, her husband's yelling became a dramatic speech, filled with regret and sorrow of course.

He thinks you are a servant girl and you are possessed by the mountain witch

Is that her actual name? Mountain witch?

No she has one but as if this moron would know it.

What, does knowing a witch's name give you power over her?

No just no, you've read too many books Natasha.

That statement was so true it hurt. I wouldn't be stuck here if it were false. I should have been the one making the dramatic speech to someone who isn't listening about reading too many books.

The sound of a sword being pulled from it's sheath interrupted my thoughts, Aglaea's too. She turned to see her husband with his sword pointed at her. Aglaea was an unarmed teenager with hollow bones. She was done for against a sword.

Fear swept through Aglaea's body and that feeling that gave Aglaea invisibility last time stung her. Her husband started to look around confused. Aglaea made a dash for the door but the husband closed it yelling what I guessed was "I know you're in here!". Aglaea stood frozen to the spot. She too knew there wasn't much she could do aside from run. Her husband slashed his sword through the air, while I prayed to every god I knew that Aglaea would think of something.

Aglaea stepped away from her husband backing into the wall. Her heel touched something solid. A pot. The feeling struck again and she was visible but already had the pot in her hands and threw it at him. He wasn't able to defend himself in time and it hit him hard in the stomach making him stumble back. Aglaea seemed pleased with herself. However this only made him angrier and he charged at her with his sword.

Aglaea let out a small scream and she ran for the other side of the room. She got there in record time. A matter of milliseconds and she was almost hitting the wall on the other side of the large chamber. Must be superspeed, how many powers did the witch give her?

Her husband looked stunned but charged toward her again. Aglaea seemed a little dizzy from that run. She didn't see him coming. I mentally screamed at her to move.

He was over her and she screamed. The sword came down..... And down and it kept going down. Aglaea had closed her eyes but could feel a coldness pass down through her body. No pain?

She opened her eyes to see her husband's arm going right through her body. She screamed again and tried to run. She ran towards her husband, as that was the only way she could go, her body passing through his. However at the last minute it stopped passing so effortlessly through his and she was stuck. She looked down to see the top half of her body sticking out of his back. I could feel the warmth of the inside of his body and so could she. She screamed again and pushed against it. There was the most awful ripping sound then a splatter and Aglaea was free.

She breathed heavily and looked around to see the body parts and organs of her husband lay around her. Her heart raced and her fists clenched and she ever so carefully stepped her way out of the middle of her husband's remains.

What on earth is going on?

Isn't it obvious? Your girl Aglaea can pass through things. But clearly doesn't know how to control it so well.

Actually, I thought, that was the perfect outcome. But did it have to be that gruesome? Though when you're dealing with a book of death I guess that's to be expected. I just wished that Aglaea would get away from that mess sooner. It smelt.

After exclaiming, I guessed how horrified she was, Aglaea ran from the building as fast as she could. At the insane speed she had, I'd be surprised if the guard could see her let alone stop her.

Yet again I had made the right choice with Aglaea. But how long would my luck hold out I wondered... touch wood... if I could...

Aglaea came to a stop at the base of a mountain and sat by a tree. I guessed that she would have a lot of travelling to do, seeing as she just murdered someone she would have to move to a different village. Aglaea closed her eyes. She seemed to feel no guilt for killing her husband. However I was disturbed, I had to cut open a sheep heart in biology but that hardly compared to this. It sickened me so I put it to the back of my mind.

Aglaea fell asleep and I was floating in darkness once again.

So how was that?

Utterly disgusting

Hmmm I thought it was beautiful.

Sicko. Narrator, why this book? I've had a booklust for many books in the past why didn't any of them turn out to be death books?

They were all real books. This one was just a fake story made up to entice you in. The fates must have just noticed you and wanted to mess with you.

But I saw this online

What's online?

I mentally sighed, never mind. How can you tell a book is a death book?

So many questions Natasha I feel so popular, I would blush if I had a form. So just imagine a really sexy person blushing ok?

Yeah will do.

As for your question. You can't ha! Well aside from it not being a real book, but the person whose fate it is to be trapped won't know that of course.

Thank you, I have one last question though if you'd care to answer it, who made these books?

You know Hades and the demons get bored down in the underworld, they need a laugh.

Oh good it's someone's sick joke. The narrator didn't reply. It seemed distracted by something. So I just floated around in the darkness for an unmeasurable amount of time waiting for it to come back.

And the mountain witch is dead.

The narrator was way too cheerful.