My Monsters are Real

Sorry, I don't f*ck with witches

"You look like you've seen the Devil himself!" chimed a high-pitched voice behind me, the owner of the voice taking a seat at the stool next to me.
I didn't look at the woman, instead of drinking the entirety of the glass. It tasted oddly of honey and strawberries, a peculiar mix, but a welcome one. Signaling the bartender to get me another bottle, I turned to the woman. 
She was a few inches shorter than me at around 5'4". She had an hourglass frame that fit nicely with the casual clothes she was wearing. The knee-length, red off-the-shoulder dress that hugged her curves for dear life left her collarbone, shoulders, and arms exposed. She had fiery red hair tied back in a bun and cherry lipstick that gave her lips a fuller and more plump appearance. She had one leg over the other, her ankles crossed over each other while she faced me on a stool of her own. Her eyes shone with interest and curiosity.
"What do you want, foul woman?" I asked, turning back to my drink, pouring myself another glass and downing it immediately.
"Well, I was merely wanting to help a troubled soul," She paused as the bartender gave me my second bottle. The woman continued, "I can see that mark on your wrist, my dear~"
I looked down at my wrist, trying not to appear shocked or scared. Although that was all of what I was feeling. I tugged my sleeve further down my arm, hiding the tinted blue mark completely. As I quickly poured myself another glass, I started to feel the alcohol kick in, making my chest feel warm.
"Now," the woman continued talking; making me slightly annoyed, "I would assume that you wish to get rid of it. Especially given the fact that you're sweating, shaking and your eyes look absolutely frightened."
She said all of this with a warm smile on her face, although her words sent shivers down my spine. If any of my superiors were to hear about this I could be stripped of my position, exiled or executed publicly. I started to think of a way to end her discreetly before she slapped a hand on my back. 
"No need to worry about me telling anyone, I'm here to help!" She smiled wider, showing a set of shining, pearly white teeth behind her cherry-red lips.
"And just how would you do that? Are you a witch?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow at her. She laughed a little at that. It was a nice laugh, nicer than some of the laughs I've heard in my life.
"No, no, I'm not a witch! I am but a humble servant coming to aid you in your worries!" Her hand reached for my thigh, moving teasingly slow but yet closer to my crotch.
"Sorry, I don't fuck with witches." Removing her hand, I stood up, throwing some money at the bartender, I walked out of the bar and into the city.
Taking a right, I walked down the street, the warm feeling in my chest only growing as the alcohol hits its peak. I no longer felt the fear and horror, only the warmth in my chest.
As I was walking down the street, my eyes were focused on the sky, the blackened sky with not a single star shining. Sighing, I found the only thing visible in the sky. A blurry moon, large enough to look like a boulder about 3 meters in diameter. It was a sad sight, a moon close enough to crash into the planet at any point, and not a single star providing comfort for us...
Looking back down to earth, I took a step and then suddenly, everything went black.

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Standing over the limp body of my target, I tucked my hair back behind my ears. Grabbing him by the sides, I threw him into an open door of one of the cars on the street.
"Got him Katie?" asked a deep voice as I stepped into the vehicle. Dave, my partner with these kinds of situations.
"Yeah, he didn't even put up a fight," I answered, looking away.
I could tell that every time Dave looked at me, there was lust in his eyes. The way he would stare at my thighs with greed. The way he would stare at my red hair or my murky green eyes for minutes on end, not talking at all, lost in his own sick fantasies. I hated every moment of it, but he was the only one who could help me appease the Seer.
"That's good, at least he wasn't like those two from Cetin!" Dave laughed, turning his attention back to the road, starting the car and driving recklessly.
After a while, I looked at my target slouched over on the car seat. He had rich cocoa skin, with dirty-blonde hair, an odd mix. He was wearing some weird all-black outfit in the typical style of the time. At one point he was holding a cane, so I decided to grab it for him since it seemed to be important. It was currently leaning against the car door.
I pulled him over so I could grab his wrist, pulling the sleeve back. The deep-blue mark seemed to be pulsating... Looking at it, an image of a giant, otherworldly squid emerged from my memory.
"The Glutton? Why does He want something the Seer requires...?" I pondered it over, it didn't leave my mind all the way until we got to our destination. A large metal box with an opening on the side attached to a giant metal building, seeming almost invisible unless you were looking for it. Opening the door, I pulled the target and his cane out of the car, dragging him to the box and going through the opening, quickly closing the door behind me.
It was the same as I had left it, gray metal walls, ceiling, and floor with a gray metal chair in the middle. The only other thing in the room was a table to the left side of the chair that had my materials to perform what I needed to. I put the target on the table and grabbed a rope from the table. After tying his arms and legs to the chair, I turned a light on that would blind him temporarily. After changing myself into casual shorts and a T-shirt, I brought my hand up and brought it down, slapping him.