Coven: Witch Hunters

The power of Nature

Agatha ran into the kitchen and Nadine ran to the living room.
Agatha grabbed a glass of water and ran back to help Francesca who was in a dangerous position.
She was now by Francesca's side and across a Witch Hunter who has Samuel in his hands. I could make them think I'll kill him. Ernst thought.
Francesca was in a fury, "Give me my son!" "He is everything but yours!" He refuted.
Agatha stepped in front of Francesca, "shoot." She said.
Ernst furrowed his brows. What are they planning? "Why?" He asked.
"That's what you want to do. So do it." She said. Her words stuck to his ears like honey, infesting and making a mess attracting other thoughts like bees.
He tried to clear his mind.
Agatha held onto the glass of water and waited.
Without hesitation he gave in and shot the gun. It might've been the worst mistake he's ever made.
Agatha threw the water towards the bullet as it flew faster than the human eye could see. But Agatha's eyes weren't human. She saw it in perfect dissonance.
The bullet entered the water being welcomed by the cold fluid. But as it sunk deeper and deeper into the trap of  H2O it hardened and iced formed. The ice engulfed it and stopped it dead in its tracks.
The ice fell and shattered releasing the bullet of its cocoon. It laid there in complete despair.
Francesca knew what she had to do. Her heart was beating faster than it ever have. She raised up her hand and Agatha got out of the way.
She felt as if a sunflower bloomed inside of her, empowering her, giving her the world.
She yelled as she released her magic energy into a single purpose: to kill Ernst.
Ernst was now confused, he tried redirecting his focus but it was already to late.
Next to the green house the big Willow tree shook and cracked to move. A large branch moved towards the house at Francesca's will. The tree which is supposed to represent life and peace was now the murderer in a fiasco. The branch broke into the window and Ernst only looked behind him before the branch wrapped itself around his waist.
His eyes widened with fear. He started to pray and concentrate. Our father who art in heaven- The branched yanked him out of the house disrupting his thoughts and eventually his life. The branch then let him go.
Please no! He fell onto the roof of the greenhouse. The glass cracked beneath him. He looked to the side of him. I can't move or I'll fall. He thought. He looked back at the house and saw Agatha at the window.
Her figure drew over him like a demon. She took a hunk of ice in her hand and lodged it at him. She lipped: "Morietur."
He knew what was coming now. Maybe I won't die though. Please don't let me die. The ice drew closer and closer until it hit the roof next to him. The crack shrieked and opened beneath him.
And as if they had orchestrated this a thousand times the glass beneath him danced in the air positioning itself in a way that when he hit the ground it would impale him.
His mind went blank, he was at a loss for words. He failed. Accept me father into your kingdom.
The floor accepted his cold body. The glass accepted his blood.
Fantasia and Helen looked in shock. Fantasia not so much though because she knew what was going to happen.
Samuel ran into his mothers arms.
He cried and squeezed her never wanting to let go.
"It's ok, it's ok." Francesca Said.

Downstairs, Nadine Crochet had a plan rocking in her mind. She opened the closet door in the living room and grabbed her violin.
For so long I thought this was useless, but now I realize it's far from it. Anything that anyone puts their mind to is of use. I will now reckon this house with my music. The sound will end it all.
She opened the case and grabbed the violin and bow. She positioned it under her chin and mad her way to Epiphany and Michael.
"Epiphany let me handle this." She said confidently.
Epiphany looked at her with her foggy eyes. She felt her confidence.
"Ok." She said and back away.
After about a minute Michael opened his eyes slowly and regained consciousness. He began looking around slowly examining his surroundings. He spotted Nadine at the door of the kitchen, she was playing her violin slowly, catching his attention and reeling him in.
Each note she played she created a string in her web surrounding Michael.
Michael stood up and slowly assured himself.
He reached up and clenched the cross on his necklace and brought it to his lips. Lend me your strength.
And it was if his prayers had been answers. God was above him and he felt it. He felt a pure energy pass through him, granting him anything he ever so desired.
He closed his eyes and slowly opened them.
He grabbed a spear point knife from his vest and fixated his eyes onto Nadine.
She played her violin ever so slightly.
He understood the situation, God's light allowed him to see clearly.
She was trying to reel him in. But would it work?
He walked slowly towards her and she slowly backed up.
"Afraid?" He asked.
Nadine took a step back, she had a little fear, but more confidence. She played the violin her whole life. It wouldn't fail her now.
"Never." She responded.
Out of no where Michael charged, he drew his hand in the air like a spear ready to crash down into the opponent.
But Nadine was ready too.
She used the power of her violin and played a high note. The sound charged through the air confronting the knife.
It surrounded it, wrapped around it and blew it out of his hand.
The knife stuck itself onto the wall.
Nadine smirked it gratitude , I did it! I did it! I can beat him!
She turned and Michael was stunned as well. He attempted in grabbing her violin but she dodged him. He was too close now she knew it. She ran back into the living room and Michael followed.
She stopped next to the chandelier.
Michael stopped in front of her.
With the violin I can do anything.
She closed her eyes and opened them.
When she opened them she saw Michael holding a knife to her face.
She let out a small gasp.
"Don't. Move." He demanded and moved closer to get her violin. He felt swayed to not kill her. That she could be saved too. He had hope. But he had to make her defenseless.
She panicked. Then she caught her cool. She stepped back but Michael in retaliation slid the knife down her face.
"Ah!" She yelped in pain.
He was now under the chandelier.
She saw this as perfect opportunity.
She played her violin and she played it fast. She played Winter by Antonio Vivaldi. She sound boomed in the house. It shook the walls, it shook the roof. She restrained him under the chandelier!
"You don't have to do this!" Michael yelled.
But she didn't listen, she drowned him out with the sounds of greatness.
Everyone in the house turned their heads as they felt the energy pulsating around them.
The furniture shook! The blinds swung!
Michael was now fearful.
He looked around unable to move his body.
The chandelier above him was the only thing not moving.
"God be with me! And with your light-"
Nadine cut him off, held his mouth shut with energy.
"You preach peace and purity but your actions speak like demons! You pretend like you're an angel, but your wings are no where to be seen! You want to execute me like you are a god, but you are the one that's going to die!"
The violin strings trembled, creating a final sharp noise.
Now the chandelier shook the handle connecting it to the roof cracked.
The noise cut through it and it fell...

Crash! The chandelier was now on the ground. It crushed and pierced Michael.
His eyes fluttered and his vision blurred.
Epiphany entered the room upon hearing the crash and saw Michael.
"He's sorry." She says.
Nadine looked at Michael. She understood how he felt, but didn't regret her decision.
"I know."
Michael wheezed almost gasping for air. A shard pierced had his throat.
Epiphany raised her hands and moved them in circular motion, putting him in a trance once again. Only this time it wasn't a nightmare. It was a dream.
She made him see the most beautiful sunset of all time. The orange color mixed with pinks and yellow swirled in the sky. The smell was no longer that of his own blood but now clean fresh air of a forest he sat in front of. He no longer felt pieces of glass piercing his organs, but now felt the grass beneath him. It was so fresh, so perfect.
Michael smiles in his fantasy, watching the sun go down.
It went down and down. Until everything went dark.