Pray for the Wicked: The Aftermath (COMPLETED) *UPDATED*

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You put a sour little flavor in my mouth now

You move in circles hoping no one's gonna to find out

But we're so lucky

Kiss the ring and let 'em bow down

Looking for the time of your life

B opened his eyes and whipped his head around. He wasn't in the car anymore and PJ was nowhere to be found. Instead, he found himself standing in front of a bed with white sheets. He was standing in a small motel room, beige walls and bland furniture. It was clean and fresh. He could see outside the window that the sun was down. He was standing in front of a TV that only had static running. He looked down to see himself wearing a suit, a black dress shirt with a silver jacket. He ran his hand through his hair. He knew where he was. "Hello Ringmaster." He looked back down at the bed. A woman in a black lingerie garter was laying on top of the sheets. She had assorted jewelry hanging from her pinned back hair and face, along with a headdress decorated in chains and feathers. "Or is it B you go by?" 

"My friends call me B witch," he snapped back. She only smiled. 

"Just as snarky and snippy as I remember you." 

"Aren't you supposed to be dead?" 

"I still am." 

"Then why are you here?" 

"Where? In your subconscious?" She sat up in the bed. "Well, it doesn't help that you had a heart attack just seconds ago." He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "That's okay. Don't strain yourself to remember, you're most likely not going to any way." 

"We were running from the buyers," he said. 

"Yes and you decided to use the dark magic of the Devil's Key to get away and that's when you had a heart attack. Last time I checked, that power is supposed to be in the key and not in you." 

"Yeah I know." 

"So, tell me why it is the way it is." 

"And why should I do that? You're just a figment of my imagination." He walked to the bathroom, turning on the light. As it illuminated the room, the witch was standing in the corner, staring at him. 

"Exactly," she started. "I am a figment, a figment that's been created because you're in between the living and the dead. I'll be here until you decide whether you want to stay alive...or you just want to die." He turned around to look at her. 

"Why would I want to die? My friend is out there having to run from these guys!" 

"I don't know why you would want to, but you're still here. What else can I say?" He narrowed his eyes. 

"You're keeping me here." 

"I wish, but as you said earlier, I'm dead." 

"Doesn't mean your magic still doesn't have influence." 

"That doesn't make sense. How can it be if there's no one there to control it?" He sighed, walking back out the bathroom. She appeared standing right at the door. "I'm here as long as you allow me to be here. Tells me you have something on your mind. Want to talk about it?" He pushed her aside and grabbed the doorknob.

"You are the last person I want to talk to." He walked out into the parking lot. There were no other cars there. 

"That's also a blatant lie. I wouldn't be here if you didn't want me."