My Journal of Weekend Write-Ins

Fear

Lory examined the room. The wood walls grated at her skin. They reminded her too much of the institute. The curtains were drawn, but there were windows. She could see the light creeping in. There might be hope.

"Well, Annabelle tell us where you hid it?" One of the women, the tallest one based on the movement of her shadow, hissed.

"Like I told your companion, I'm not Annabelle, nor do I know what you want," Lory said.

"See, see. That's what she kept telling me sister, but I checked the scar, like- like you warned me about."

Lory could feel them staring at the X on her shoulder blade. A reminder of the war, not that she needed a physical one, the nightmares were enough. Their shadows shifted with the dimming of the light outside.

"Come now Annabelle, we are all friends here. We came up with the plan together. And I swear I did-didn't know it was an ambush." Although her voice almost sounded sincere, Lory could tell she was lying, the stutter had been a dead giveaway.

"Yes, yes, sister didn't know." 

"Shut up, Lee." The tall woman hit the smaller one named Lee. "But what really surprised me was that you not only managed to survive but you stole the vial and then disappeared."

"Poof." Lee not only made the sound effect but spread her spit with it. Lory felt saliva spray her back.

So much information was contained in a droplet of drool. Lory smiled. She got a clearer picture of Lee.

Lory relaxed these two sisters were obviously low-level criminals. "Friends don't tie each other up."

"We'll let you go as soon as you tell us where you hid it."

Lory scoffed. "We both know that you won't. But that matters not, since I'm not Annabelle and I do not know where she took this vial. What I do know is that the sun has set and that's bad news for you."

Lory tore away her constrains. Glad that to have her full strength again.

Both women screamed. It was always better when the terror belonged to others.

"Lee, the position of my side-kick is vacant. You, for the most part, seem to be honest. I can also guarantee that I will treat you better than she does."

Lee looked confused. "Annabelle, you psychic. Me, I'm just me."

Lory chuckled. "I suspected as much, a survivor of the war. I'll tuck that information away for later, but now I need you to move away from your sister, Lee."

Without a question, Lee did as she was told.

"Now, I can't promise this won't hurt, but I do know it won't last long. I prefer higher quality blood, but yours will have to do." With that Lory dove at the taller sister. She had been correct the red liquid was subpar, full of envy and pettiness. It nearly made Lory gag.

Her body reacted to the blood, it grew and her hair color changed.

"Sister? Annabelle?" Lee scratched her head.

"Neither, and yet maybe--" Lory wasn't one to delve too deeply into things, like what made someone who they are. "Regardless, Lee our next order of business if finding this witch, Annabelle and asking her why she glamoured into me."

"Oh-okay," Lee extended her hand. Lory grabbed the sticky hand. As they left the abandoned house behind Lory threw a lit match inside. No evidence and no more wood.