Red Witch - BXB [UNDER EDITING]

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I am listening to Timber and Fight Song while I write this, who knows how this is gonna turn out. (I am terrible at writing fight scenes apparently.)

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[ arlen's pov ]

     "Then I hope you know what you're doing, Arlen."

"Wait, what?"

What did he mean? What does he mean he hopes I know what I'm doing? Oh gosh this was a horrible idea. I should've listened to him. I should've just kept running and left him to handle it. He's capable of this, I'm not. I'm weak. And gosh, no matter how much I wish I ran, wished I would've listened to Cedar, I knew, that no matter what, I would've never left Cedar behind. I just couldn't do that to him. I just couldn't. I can't. Because, it feels like, that he might not actually be able to handle this alone. Then again, what can I do? I can't do anything. I'll just be left standing here in shock as I watch the person I love be absolutely eviscerated.

"I hope you're ready, Arlen, cause shit is about to go down."

I stood back, horrified, as I watched Cedar get into a fighting stance. His eyes glowed bright red, like headlights as he did some weird thing with his hands and the whole world seemed to twist and turn and go dark. All I could see now was Cedar and the demon from earlier, their glowing eyes practically staring each other down.

"Bring it, bitch!" Cedar snarled as he disappeared into the shadows.

The demon chose that time to show his true form, he truly looked like something that crawled out from the depths of Hell, he didn't look no where near human. He had long black claws and black, sharp ended, horns. His horns seemed never ending, they were nearly a foot long, and his glowing eyes seemed to be staring intently into my soul. I hated this feeling. The feeling of being watched, the feeling that someone..or something..is practically sucking the soul right out of you. The feeling that it knows all of your weaknesses.

Next thing I know I'm seeing Cedar, in silhouette form, slowly appear up behind the demon and covering him in deep cuts, just like the ones he gave me barely even a month prior.

The demon barely seemed phase, quickly turning into his silhouette form and attacking Cedar. Cedar cried out in pain, turning back into his regular form. He reached his hand out, using his apparent mind powers to grab the demon by the horns and twisting and pulling at them as hard as he could, slinging the demon across the pitch black void we seemed to be in.

The demon hit the ground and disappeared into literal thin air.

Was that it? Was he dead? Well that sure as hell lasted a long time.

Cedar was shaky and wide eyed.

"Was that..it?" I voiced my thoughts, looking around the void. Cedar looked deeply into my eyes and swallowed hard, still shaking. "No." He whispered, eyes darting hesitantly all over the place. "I..I don't know what's happening. I usually can sense when demons or other fellow paranormal creatures are near..they all have a scent on them, but with this one..I can't smell. I can't sense. And..that's very bad, Arlen, very bad. He could be anywhere, just waiting for the right time to strike."

I curled in on myself at those words, drawing my knees up and burring my head into them. I was going to die, Cedar was going to die, we were all going to die. And it physically hurt to think about it, physically hurt to think I couldn't do anything about it. I didn't know how.

"Arlen," Cedar whispered out, barely audible.

I peaked up at him in acknowledgment. "You're going to have to try to 'activate' your powers right now.."