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"Why aren't you eating with the rest of us?" Cordelia asked softly. Mickey sighed, grabbing the woman's hand to help her sit beside him on the bed. "I think I'm going to die tomorrow." Mickey whispered, oddly calm. Cordelia remained silent for a while, slowly grabbing Mickey's hand in her own. "It will be okay." Cordelia told him. "No it won't." Mickey respond softly. The two sat in sad silence for a while, neither knowing what to say.
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"The Seven Wonders. Usually we move from easiest to hardest, but since we're breaking tradition this year let's begin with my personal favorite. Telekinesis." Myrtle grinned at the witches. They all glanced nervously at the lit candle in front of them, tension high in the house. "What if I can't do it?" Misty asked. "Then you're not the supreme." "And you can go back to your swamp," Madison smiled as a laugh escaped Mickey. "Misty you're first." The blonde stared down the candle, smiling widely when it moved toward her and she blew it out. "I did it!" She cheered. "Almost sounds like you want it." Madison glared. "It's not about want," Cordelia spoke up. "You either are or you aren't a supreme." "Maybe I am," Misty giggled. "In your wet dreams swampy." Mickey gave her an icy glare. "Queenie?" Everyone watched as she blew out the candle with ease. "Madison, obviously this is your bailiwick." "Whatever that means." Mickey smiled softly, watching his twin blow out the candle. "Same for you then Mickey?" "Please," The boy chuckled, his eyes on Myrtle as he brought the candle to his hand. He blew out the fire with a grin, winning at Misty as she pursed her lips. "Last but not least, Zoe." She blew out the candle, all the witches looking at each other with slight relief. They had all made it through the first stage.
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"Concilium. Commonly only known to the public as 'mind control.' It's a tricky little craft. When properly exercised can be used to bend the strongest of wills to your desire. Now let's see which one of you Gillies have really got the stuff." Myrtle looked over all the witches.
"Go ahead Mickey." The boy glanced up to Misty with a slight grin. He thought for a moment, deciding to make the girl jump out the window. "Stop!" Misty screamed as she opened up the window, sticking a leg out. "That's enough." Cordelia told him softly, the boy complying and leaving the room.
Thankfully no one had died as they moved onto stage three.
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"The descent into the netherworld will be your next test. Getting to hell will be simple, it's the getting back, darlings, that is the challenge. If your soul hasn't returned to your body by sunup, you'll die." Mickey closed his eyes as nerves racked his body, squeezing Madison's hand softly. "I love you Madi," He whispered to her. "I love you too Mick." "You may begin." "Spiritu duce, in me est. Deduc me in tenebris vita ad extremum, ut salutaret 'nferi.' Descensum."
Mickey gaped, looking around with furrowed eyebrows. "Madi?" He called softly. He looked around, seeing bodies and bodies everywhere. They were all Madison. "Okay," The boy whispered to himself, shutting his eyes tightly.
With a gasp Mickey shot up, the girl looking at him with wide eyes. "What'd you see?" Queenie asked. "Madison, she was dead." Mickey swallowed hard, relaxing as his twin wrapped him in a hug.
"She's stuck." Cordelia said, kneeling over Misty. "We have to help her." "There nothing we can do. She has to get back on her own." Myrtle told her. "Misty," Cordelia cried holding the blonde close. Instead of making a sarcastic comment Mickey just held onto his sister. "That could've been me." He mumbled. "But it wasn't." Madison reassured him. "Her time is up." Misty's body seemed to turn to dust, disappearing in front of everyone.
And they moved onto the next stage with one less witch.
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"Before we recommence I would like to take a moment to remember our fallen sister witch, Misty Day." "Can we get on with it?" Madison asked with boredom, Mickey nodding in agreement. "You're a stone cold bitch." Queenie glared at the twins. "If you're going to play with fire you're going to get burned." Mickey smirked as did Madison. "They're right, Misty's gone. There's nothing we can do about it." Zoe agreed. "Alright then. Let's get on with finding the new supreme." "The next task is transmutation." Zoe moved behind Madison with a grin. "Tag, you're it." The witches laughed as they made a game out of the task, catching up with each other every move. "You're it." Queenie grinned tapping Mickey's shoulder. "Tag," Mickey laughed, tapping Zoe on the nose. "Careful, it's not a game." Cordelia called to them. "It's the best game, and we need a goddamned break!" Madison shouted. "Careful-" "Can't we just have a little fun?" Zoe giggled. However the fun fell short as Mickey and Kyle screamed. Zoe had gotten stuck in one of the points on the gate, the metal going through her stomach as blood poured from her mouth. "Oh god!" Kyle screamed, Mickey running to help the boy. "Hey, come on Kyle," The two boys got the girls body, taking it to Cordelia's garden. "God," Mickey mumbled holding back tears.
Everyone watched in anticipation as Queenie tried to bring back Zoe. "Guess who's not the supreme." Madison smirked, as everyone began to give up. "Wait," Mickey took a shaky breath, leaving over Zoe. "Please come back," Mickey whispered, focusing all his magic into the girl. Zoe woke up with gasp, but Mickey felt something wrong. He fell to the ground gasping for air as he turned pale. "Mickey?" Madison's voice cracked as she rushed to his side. "I guess I was right," Mickey's whisper could barely be heard over Zoe's coughing. "I am going to die today." Mickey mumbled as Madison held onto him tightly. "Go be supreme okay?" Mickey whispered to his crying sister. He placed a soft kiss to her head, closing his eyes as he leaned into her hold.
