Wisps

Revenge (a continuation of Dreams)

She was sitting.

There were no white walls or sunny meadows. Only a bedroom, one that seemed strangely familiar. Her mother's, maybe? Or maybe her grandmother's. A sealed coffin stood in the corner opposite her.

I'm not dead after all, she realized. He killed me weeks ago, and yet I'm not dead. Weird.

The coffin opened, and there he was. The same pale face, baleful eyes, and ebony cloak that he had the day he killed her, trying to get to the red-shirted woman. She turned. The woman was there too, wearing a brown paisley suit, her features morphing between her own and those of the protagonist's mother. "Take care," she whispered.

She suddenly realized that her friends were in the room with her - hiding behind the closet door, sitting on the floor, huddled under the covers. "He's gonna kill you," said one from underneath a large pillow. He crawled out and shoved something into her hand.

"A stick?" Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud creak from the coffin. The grinning foe had pulled out his wand and shot a green bolt at her. She barely dodged it, and it hit the hand of the boy under the pillow. "I'm not dead," he reassured her weakly. "Just my hand."

Meanwhile, the figure in the coffin was shooting green spells everywhere, barely missing her. "Come out and play!" he taunted.

Suddenly, she found herself moving towards the coffin instead of away. "Get him!" shouted one of the bystanders. She knew what the stick in her hand was for. The foe in the coffin opened his mouth in surprise.

She screamed something, she couldn't tell what. A flash of light erupted from the end of her stick and blasted him in the face.

SMUSH. Her elbow was buried in something soft. She pulled it out and looked inside the coffin. He looked the same, but his hand had fallen off with the wand inside it. His face was a gruesome sight to behold. Her elbow had mashed it in, leaving a gaping dark green hole where his nose and mouth had been. "Ugh," she muttered. "Worse than Gravity and Deathly Hallows combined."

The woman in brown helped her close the coffin and lay it flat. "A pity you don't remember what the spell was," she said. "It would be nice to be able to turn things into guacamole."

"I hate all things avocado," she replied. "Guacamole included."