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29 » WITCH HOUSE

I stared up at the aged wood ceiling, which was seemingly falling apart. The wooden table was cold under my back, which was only covered by a thin cotton towel. Bonnie took me back to the witch house where I was first brought back to life. I laid on top of this table so long that it felt like my back was bruising. Bonnie's Latin mumbling filled the room, adding to the creepy factor of the room.

"What's taking so long?" I groaned. "If I lay here any longer I'll get scoliosis." My body shifted on the table in an attempt to ease the pain. It didn't work.

Bonnie sighed, "I know, I know. This is taking a lot longer than expected."

"What exactly is supposed to happen? Will I just morphe into a totally different person? Or will it just change how people see me? Or maybe-"

"Kennedy!" Bonnie nearly shouted. "Your questions aren't making this easier."

"Sorry. I'm just curious." I sat up, holding the towel up with one hand. "I mean, I do have the right to ask questions since you're casting a spell on my body."

"You came to me for help Ken. Just trust me."

The various candles that were placed around the room went out once Bonnie stopped mumbling. She lowered her hands to her sides and approached my side of the table. Even though we argued a bit, I really appreciate her. She's one of the only ones I can sass one second, and cry to the very next minute.

"We're not done yet." Bonnie laughed. She jokingly tried to push me back on the table, but I resisted.

"I'm taking a break." I hopped off the table and wrapped the towel completely around my naked body, tucking it under my underarm.

The floor creaked under my bare feet as I approached the Bennett witch. She was rearranging the items that had laid on that table for hours. She briefly explained what the items did, but I wasn't exactly paying attention. I was caught up in the excitement of it all. It was kind of strange how she needed these items out; usually, she didn't need anything to cast a spell. Bonnie's eyes stayed on the table as she laid out more candles and a couple of feathers. A jar filled with an unidentified liquid stayed on the surface while she pulled an oddly familiar plant out.

"Is that wolfsbane?" My heart nearly leaped out of my chest.

"Yup," Bonnie shrugged. "It's for tonight. Just in case."

I shifted my weight onto my right foot. An immense chill flowed throughout my body, starting from my fingertips and ending in the soles of my feet. The darkness was after me again, I could feel it. "Tonight?" I was clueless.

"Tonight is the full moon. I'm sorry, I thought you knew." Bonnie shook her head. She stopped tampering with the objects and looked up at me. "Okay, I'm going to try this one more time. If it doesn't work, I'm stopping. For good."

"What? Why-"

"Because," Bonnie linked an arm around mine. She was slowing inching towards the table again, bringing me with her. "As I told you, this is dark magic. The ancestors aren't really happy with me right now."

The table was sturdy under my weight when I sat on it again. "Why? You didn't do anything yet."

"It's kind of scary how clueless you are sometimes, Kennedy."

"Rude." I simply said, laying back down on the splintered table. "Let's do this."

Bonnie nodded and closed her eyes, her head almost trembling. Even though I've seen her do this plenty of times, it's still as scary as ever. Latin whispers escaped her lips, causing the candles to flicker. My eyes were forced close by some invisible force.

"mutatio ab una specie in aliam hominum"

Dust shot from the moldy walls of the witch house. Millions of voices buzzed in my ears as though mosquitoes had finally found a way to speak. This was the farthest we've gotten today, and needless to say, I was excited.

The room got brighter some moments and darker in others, as the candles were magically being lit and put out.

"mutaverit aspectum esse supernaturalem"

Suddenly the room got silent. Deadly silent. The walls stopped shaking, the candles stopped their glow, and Bonnie stopped mumbled.

Her face was wet with sweat and a single drop of blood trailed from her left nostril. Her eyes were bloodshot.

"It... it didn't work." Her voice trembled. "They wouldn't let me do it." Blood was trailing from both of Bonnie's nostrils at this time.

"Who Bonnie? Who wouldn't let you do it?" I rushed over to the witch and put my arms around her.

Bonnie trembled under my grip. Her breath became more shallow as she breathed through the next response. "The Ancestors. I told you this was dark magic."

"So what now?"

"There's nothing I can do. The best thing you can do is just go to school undisguised. I'm sorry, I really wanted to help you."

I couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed.

"Don't apologize, Bonnie, you've already done so much for me. Just relax." Bonnie followed my lead to the table again. This time it was her on the table instead of me.

It took hours for her to collect herself again. She was going on about how she brought Jeremy and me back to life. Although I asked, she never could exactly explain how she brought me to life.

The more we talked the more my skin pulled, tightening over my human bones. My gums ached, my blood boiled, and my eyes burned with a thousand fires.

The wolf inside me was clawing it's way out and there was nothing I could do about it.

Bonnie shot up from her seat on the table.

"Kennedy-"

Her concern was cut off by the sound of splitting bone. My arms were first, ligaments tearing and bones plunging to the surface. No matter how many times I've experienced the transition, I'd never get used to this type of pain.

"Get out of here Bonnie," I panted between each painful episode. "Before I hurt you. Please."

Bonnie hesitated for a moment before she headed towards the door. She grabbed a jar of liquid and a leaf of wolfsbane and placed it in front of me.

"Just in case you need to weaken yourself." She said lowly before leaving me in the witch house alone.

The night continued with a chorus of bone snapping, moaning, and crying. I had somehow found myself outside in the surrounding woods, similar to my first transition. As my last shred of humanity left, I couldn't help but wonder how life could be different.

Was all this pain worth it? The friends I met, the people who died, me dying, was it worth saving my friends? From the looks of it, those same friends obviously couldn't give a damn about me. All except for Bonnie of course.

The wind sent goosebumps across my wolf body, causing my fur to stand up. My hind legs worked hard to propel me as I ran through the forest. There was a sense of freedom that came with being a wolf, a sense that could never be felt while being a human.

The rest of the night was a total blur. All I remembered was the line of oak trees that I passed, which completely surround me since I was in the middle of the woods. When I woke up the sun was up.

The mosaic blur of colors slowly sharpened as I gained consciousness, making sense of everything that surrounded me. I jerked up once I noticed a silhouette standing above me. I tried to cover myself the best I could as the silhouette slowly gained an identity.

"Ava."

This chapter is dedicated to @tribridbeauty, I'm glad you like the Michigans!

I've come to the realization that the chapters are kinda long, so I'm trying to make the chapters a bit shorter. I'm going to go for around 1000-1500 words. I hope this length is okay with you guys.

Question: Who is one person from the gang that you'd want Kennedy to reunite with?