Coven: Witch Hunters

Witches burn at the stake

Friedrich dragged Augustus along the rugged grass.
Augustus in a daze slowly opened his eyes and muttered, "s-stop... I-" "Shut up!" Friedrich said and chucked a rock at his head.
It hit his eyebrow and throbbed with immense pain.
Augustus groaned and accepted defeat.
Friedrich grunted as he pulled. He was going towards a tree where he would tie him up. Then Light him on fire...
Being burned at the stake is a complete opposite of being nailed to the cross.
He reached the tree and stopped, dropped Augustus' legs and went to the car, for the rope.
He came back and hauled Augustus' body up to the tree then went around and around. The rope entangling him, confining him to a post of death.
Friedrich grabbed the gallon of gasoline and dunked it onto the rope and Augustus.
Augustus cringed at the smell.
"Can I speak now?" He asked,
"I'm already tied up."
"Last words, eh?" Friedrich asked while putting the gallon to the side.
The sun was beginning to set, Augustus could see the moon rise. My savior he thought. The moon, the embodiment of water. Nourish me.
"Moon on this night, please save me from death tonight-"
Augustus stopped talking. He was saying the wrong words, invoking the wrong things. He had forgotten one thing.
The moon also represents death.
His eyes widened with realization.
The moon drew closer to the sky and night flooded the atmosphere. Ticking at his death. The sky centered and everything darkened in his view except for one thing, the moon.
It shined brighter almost like the sun.
Like it was on fire.
What are you supposed to do when you know death is so near?
A few seconds away death will greet you at his doorstep and what will you say?
He felt his arms, his legs. Oh, how he was so tired. How he wanted to be taken away.
"What happened to those last words? Mute, are you?"
"Death needs no words, he knows me inside and out." Augustus said. He staring sort of blankly at the ground, the grass trying to reject the spilled gasoline.
"Well I hope it feels as beautiful as death sounds." Friedrich snarked.
"You'll know him soon too..."

Inside the house Samuel was in Francesca's arms.
"Mom..." he cried, his feet still trembled his arms remembering the grasp of Michael.
"It's ok now." Francesca consoled. She rubbed his head pushing his chin nicely onto her shoulder.
"It's going to be ok." She reassured.
"I hate to ruin a perfect moment but there is still one more of them." Agatha said.
Samuel and Francesca looked up at her.
"He's outside, and he's... oh my god!" Nadine shrieked looking outside the window into the backyard. She saw Augustus tied to the tree and Friedrich standing over him, lighter in hand.
The sinister image of a predator and prey. Loser and victor.
Blood dropped from Augustus's chin, his eyes were closed. He wasn't going to call for help, he didn't want to.
What state of mind do you have to be in to be able to abandon your life? To give up?
Step! Step! Step!
"What's happening!" Agatha alerted while coming down the stairs.
"Where's Augustus!" Francesca realized. Worry again soared over her, once for her son and now for her husband.
"He's going to light him on fire! What do we do!" Nadine panicked.
Agatha stopped next to her and saw in shock.
"Who!? Who!?" Francesca yelled now coming down the stairs in a rush.
Epiphany watched with a calm and unbothered reaction, almost interested.
"Lets go! We can't just stand here!" Nadine said and pushed through them making it towards the back door.
"I'll get some water." Agatha said.
Francesca looked towards Samuel, she had to be with him. And she couldn't let him see his father like that.
He was making his way down stairs.
"Mommy, whats happening?"
Francesca rushes to him, to let him get a look and hugged him.
"Nothing sweetie, lets go to your room."
Francesca checked behind her but Epiphany was out of sight, out of mind.

"Say goodbye, but say hello to hell!" Friedrich said.
He flipped open the lighter waving it towards Augustus.
Augustus didn't pay him any mind. He was still looking down but more in a more dreamy way.
"... leaves...... falling..." he mumbled.
The fire drew closer and closer.
And without hesitation or warning, the fire met with the gas and like a match made in couple they fused. They overwhelmed each other, greeting one another like old friends. Spreading everywhere, sending heat in all directions.
The dance of a flame is known by no one other than its partner, the flicker in a flame is known by no other than its looker, and the heat of a flame is known by no other than its holder.
Surprisingly, for some reason, Augustus didn't react. He stayed in his same hunched over dreamy daze. The fire still attacked his skin, and blazed his hair but remained there, in perfect dissonance of the world.
Friedrich watched.
"Did you kill yourself before or something? Damn you witches ain't nothin."
He spit at him, disgusted and revolted.
He turned to the house.
"Time to deal with the rest of the herd."

"It won't open!" Nadine cried. She pulled and pushed at the door handle to the backyard. Somethings wrong.
That's when she saw it.
She was shaking the door so much she could see a rosary swinging on the doorknob on the other side.
"Try the front door!"
"Same situation!" Agatha alerted.
"Where's Epiphany!?" Nadine said.
"This is pointless, I don't need to be in front of him to put out that fire!" Agatha asserted, and she stomped to the window in a fuss.
"You can keep the door closed, but I will never stay in!"
Nadine followed.
Agatha looked out the blurry window and saw Augustus.
A soft sob was heard at the top of the staircase. They looked and saw Francesca shedding tears quietly. Samuel stood by her side unknowing of what was happening outside. She closed her eyes, turned and walked down the hall.
Wouldn't she help her husband? Why would she turn away? Or did she know she couldn't help?
Agatha kept a stern face, but even she was being pushed to the edge. To see one of your own, in such pain, such anguish and being unable to help is a torture.
A slow violin played behind Agatha ever so slightly. Agatha looked at Nadine.
What a beautiful song she played. Her song serves a purpose and bowed to the violin.
She focused on the glass. On the window. Let us out she thought.
Agatha looked back at the window and took a step back.
The glass was shaking, the reflection of light moved rapidly back and forth.
And then, it cracked.
From on corner to the other a large crack zigzagged.
Nadine couldn't break the window. She put her violin down and was breathing heavily.
"I couldn't do it, I- I'm useless..." she said.
Agatha disliked self-pity. She held her pride high.
"Nonsense, if you were useless you wouldn't have done anything at all." Agatha insisted.
"My turn." She continued.
She narrowed her view to the window. She pulled her hand back towards the kitchen.
The faucet. She thought.
The faucet began to flow with water, but it didn't move don into the sink. It moved out, out to Agatha's direction. Her hand held the command of it to hit the window. To breakthrough it.
Her hand closed into a fist. And as her hand hardened so did the water. The ice soared through the air. As the ice draw closer she brought her fist forward, like a punch. The Ice followed, it passed her face. It passed her hand. And it made contact.
The ice grew in size and strength.
Crack! Crack!
Shreak!
The glass broke.
"Piercing army!" She shouted and walked towards the window.
Nadine watched in awe at the raw power of Agatha. Her soul, her aura boomed throughout the house. The ice continued outside, moving and pounding. It hit the ground and with Agatha's command made it way towards Friedrich.
It moved like a snakes in the grass, creeping up on him.
Friedrich heard the glass break and turned around quickly.
He saw the ice moving.
"Disgusting! Tricks and tricks is all you got!"
He pulled out his gun.
"I'll send you too hell!"
He failed to react quick enough. The ice moved ever so quickly and pounced in what appeared to be an army of arrowheads jumping from the ground towards him.
His eyes widened.
"Bitch." He gasped.
Woosh! Woosh!
Plunge! Plunge!
Squirt! Squirt!
They pierced his skin and as they exited from the other side they turned into water, showering Augustus.
Friedrich has a strong will. The last bit of strength he had was used to make sure Augustus died.
At this point, Augustus could survive with very severe burns. But Friedrich wouldn't allow that.
He picked up the hand and painted the gun at him while still looking forward at Agatha.
Agatha picks dup her hand again to react!
"C-" but she second guessed herself.
Should she let him kill him?
She decided she would.
Bam!
And the gun fell to the ground having just released a bullet.
Augustus fell to the side as the fire had burnt through the rope.
He plopped down, lifeless. The blessed bullet hit his heart.
And in front of him, Friedrich fell as well with a thousand holes in his chest.
Agatha just stared in shock at what happened, Nadine beside her.
Then they saw Epiphany by another tree in the yard hiding but she had come out.
"I didn't let him feel pain." She whispered.