The Witch Prophecy

Chapter 22

"Katie-Katie, what's going on?" Brooke asked in a scared-child voice, her eyes wide. I couldn't speak. My throat was locked up and my mind was spinning. Why? Why Brooke? Then I remembered. He said it could be friend love. Brooke was my best friend, basically my sister. My other half. Oh, no. Oh, no. They can't use her. Brooke continued to stare at me, laying in a half sitting position. She moved up into a full sitting position and wrapped her arms around her black jacket she was wearing. "Katie, please, I don't understand. Where are we? Who are all these people? What's wrong with your eyes?!" Brooke berrated me with questions, her voice getting higher with hysteria. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I whispered, sitting back on my haunches and hugging my knees to my chest. "Katie! What. Is. Going. On." She screamed. When I just repeated that I was sorry, she let out a sream of outrage and attempted to leap from her section to mine, but was blocked by the same invisible force field that I had. "What the hell?!" She screamed, and beat her hands against the invisble wall. It was eerie how her impact made no sound. Brooke then burst into tears, flinging herself on the dirt in a heap, her sobs echoing around me. This was my fault. Brooke was going to die and it was my fault. "Calm down, love." Jeremiah soothed to Brooke, leaning down just outside of her section. Brooke flinched away from his black eyes and sharp features.

"Who are you? Where am I? What's-" Brooke began, but was stopped by Jeremiah. "No time for questions, love. Let's began, shall we?" He said, standing up and smirking. He glanced at Alara and it seemed that they shared a secret message of some kind, and she walked over to stand beside him, who was standing beside Brooke and I. Jeremiah and Alara linked their hands together raised them into the air and screamed, "Incindea!" Suddenly, the zig-zag pattern between the two lines of the circles ignited into flames and I screamed along with Brooke as the flames spread, only following the zig-zag lines. Once it was fully around the circle, Jeremiah turned back to us. "Ready, love?" He asked Brooke while smirking. As if she had a say in the matter. Brooke sent me a pleading glance. Suddenly, Jeremiah grabbed Brooke by the arms and yanked her up. Brooke screamed and thrashed, trying to brake his hold, but it was no use, he was too strong. "Brooke, no!" I screamed, standing up and emiedatley trying to run toward her, but not succeeding because of the invisible wall. I stuck a hand out getting ready to attempt to use my powers, but Alara glared at me and that blinding headache overcame me once more and I fell to my knees, screaming in agony. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to chase away the pain, but it didn't help. I heard Brooke scream, and I opened my eyes to see Jeremiah standing in the section with her, holding her shoulders as he chanted in Latin.

"Brooke!" I screamed through my pain, desperatley wanting to save my best friend, sister, other half. She stared at me as I clutched my head, screaming my name now. Suddenly, gray, unearthly looking smoke seemed to rise from the lines that marked the section Jeremiah and Brooke were standing in. It only came to their ankles before it stopped, wavering in place like the waves in the ocean. Jeremiah stopped chanting and leaned down and whispered something in Brooke's ear, stroking her hair as he did so. She stood rigid. She stared at me, her screaming stopped, but her eyes wide as saucers. Jeremiah started chanting again, except this time louder. The eerie smoke started to rise again, slowly incircling Brooke and Jeremiah. I screamed and tried pounding on the walls, but the pain in my head was too great. Suddenly, through the smoke, Brooke started screaming in pain. "Brooke! Brooke! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry." I screamed, tears streaming down my face. In one fleeting moment, she met my gaze through the haze of fog. It was like everything stopped for one moment. Everything frozen, including the pain. She stared her wide-eyed stare at me, and I gazed back, my heart aching for my friend. My sister. 'Close you eyes,' I mouthed to her, not wanting her to see Jeremiah's face and everything else as she died. Not wanting her to see me. She hesitated for a moment, then closed her eyes. As soon as she did, everything went back to it's regular speed. Brooke suddenly cried out with so much pain in her voice that it hurt me. Her body suddenly arched into the air and then dropped like dead wait to the ground. Her body was laying in an unatural way, her limbs bent at odd angles.

I knew she was dead. Jeremiah stumbled away from Brooke's body. A smile spreading over his face. "One down, one more to go." He said to me. I didn't even spare him a glance. I stared at Brooke's lifless body. It was my fault. All my fault. Brooke was dead. I'm going to die. It was all my fault. "I'm so sorry." I whispered to Brooke, one last time.

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A/N   Intense, huh? Only a couple or so more chapters to go! I've decided that I'm going to make a sequel even if readers don't want to comment. I love this story and if I don't make a sequel my friend will kill me. But I'm going to make it much, much later. I want time to plan it out and stuff. So comment, vote, and fan! Love you all!!! :)