A Witch's Innocence

Chapter Six

I step through the door cautiously eyeing Mary to make sure she doesn’t try anything. She must have caught on because she eyed me back.

“Don’t worry, I’m not even armed.” She said throwing her hands in the air before she shut the door.

“Well, you can’t blame me for being suspicious.” I retorted walking over to the small table where Renold sat with his glasses almost falling to the end of his nose. He casually pushes them back into place when he looks up at me. I can feel his eyes searching my face for something I’m not sure of.

“You look well rested.” He stated cleanly.

“Yes, I got more sleep last night.” I pulled out the chair across from him and sat down. I kept notice of Mary’s movements around the room. She moved around a lot. She went from the bed where she field stripped her gun and put it back together and then to the bag in the far corner where she laid out all of the knives in order by size. Then she pulled out a number of objects. Ones that I identified as talismans, many of them were familiar. Ones that hid your location, which obviously didn’t work because I was able to find them and ones that protected from possession.

There was silence before I finally spoke up.

“That talisman there,” I said pointing to the location one, “doesn’t work.”

“And how would you know?” Mary snipped.

“Because, I found you. I can make them work if you trust me.” The words came out harsh, like they could slice through anything.

“Well fine,” She grabbed the talisman from the bed and dropped them on the table in front of me. “Then do your magic.”

I grabbed them and held the two in my hands. I could feel Mary and Renold’s eyes on me. I chanted over the objects and put them on the table. I pulled out a lighter from my pocket and set the two on fire. They didn’t burn up but the flame turned blue and vanished inside of the leather pouches.

I picked them up and they were still warm. I gave them back to Mary. She gave me a nasty look and then filed the contents laid out on the bed back into the duffel bag. I turned and Renold who gave me an inquisitive look.

“How did you do that?” He asked abruptly.

“It’s a simple spell; I learned it when I was young.” I wrote down the chant and instructions on a napkin and slid them across the table.

“Interesting.” He stared at the napkin and tucked it into a small, leather bound book that sat on the table along with a computer and some books on myths. By the look of his you would have thought that he was some brute with absolutely no intelligence. The intelligence almost doesn’t suit him.

“So,” I spoke changing the subject. “What is the plan?”

  “I want to hear the whole story.” Renold said pulling out his notebook and again pushing his glasses up to the bridge of his nose.

“I can do you one better.” And with that I mentally summoned Taylor into the room. He appeared in the corner and Mary grabbed something long and metallic. Something which I assumed was iron.

“It’s okay, he’s fine.” I stepped between Mary and Taylor. “He’s going to tell you what happened.”

I step away and Mary puts down her iron weapon.

“So why do you need us when he can just tell the witches what happened.” She said the word so sharp it sent shivers down my spine.

“Because, he doesn’t know what hit him.” I motioned for Taylor to speak up.