Supernatural (Tom Holland x Reader)

8. Smash

After lunch that day, I started feeling funny. My head was starting to spin and a dark purple-ish line had started its way up my leg from the Deathbite. Assuming it was only blood poisoning, I caked it in Antisieptic and rewrapped it in clean gauze. I had more pressing things to think about. Like what on Earth could've scared a witch about me. And how to stop her from murdering the Holland family.

I was sat in the very corner of the library, poring over every book I could find on witchcraft, magick, and anything else that seemed relevant. Tom was standing over my shoulder, leaning his fist on the huge wooden table. "There..." he pointed to a paragraph in Witches and Warlocks. I followed his finger.

"'Witches, immortal beings, are without weakness.' Well, that's just fantastic. What are we supposed to do, then?" I groaned. I was feeling worse by the minute and was so incredibly uninspired by that point that I almost couldn't have cared less whether or not we found a way to defeat Apathy or not.

"No, look. Keep reading," Tom whispered. He moved his finger down a sentence.

"'The only way a witch may be defeated is by one of their kind, and even then does that occur once every millenium.' Well that doesn't help us either!" There was a sharp pain in my leg where the purple line had reached and I hiccupped because of it, somehow, sending a wave of acidic bile through my intestines and up my throat. I spluttered at the burn, then choked it back down. Tom stared at me funny.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine! I just don't understand how you think that will help us any."

"It's perfectly simple! All we have to do is find..." Tom disappeared just then. I hadn't noticed.

"Find another witch," I finished for him. I looked over my shoulder, only to find Tom had gone. Then, I looked in front of me, only to find the reason. Sam and Harry were standing in front of me. They each clutched their copies of their arithmetic books. Apparently they'd come to ask me a question.

"What the devil are you doing?" Sam asked? He looked horrified. Harry, however, looked furious.

"Don't you see, Sam? She's a freak. I knew she was a freak. She's filling Paddy's head with more lies. Talking to herself too. You're lucky our parents aren't home just now, Y/N, because once they are, we'll tell them everything."

"Yeah," Sam agreed, now gathering his courage. "And then we'll finally get rid of you, you freak." I wanted to shout at them. I wanted to send them to their room or take away their phones or do something to punish them, but instead, my eyes filled with tears. I couldn't help it. I couldn't believe I'd thought coming there would be any different. I was a freak. I gathered armfuls of the books and ran to my room, tears spilling over the edges of my eyes.

"I don't get it. I don't understand. Even if we could find another witch, there's a one in a million chance of beating Hardstrune. It's hopeless. A hopeless plan made by a hopeless freak." I sobbed into my hands.

"For what it's worth, I don't think you're a freak. I think you're amazing," someone soothed softly from across the room. I laugh-sobbed.

"No. I'm a freak," I told Tom, wiping my eyes, "and there's no way we're going to find another witch. Let alone one more powerful than Hardstrune."

"You are not a freak, Y/N," Tom told me. He sat next to me on the bed and I could feel the chill coming off of him. He attempted to embrace me, but his arms passed right through me. He looked crestfallen when I glanced at his face. It must be hard, I thought, not being able to touch anyone. "You are anything but a freak. You are special. And without you, there would be no hope whatsoever for my family. Without you, I'd spend the rest of my days with nobody knowing I still existed but my younger brother."

"Well, I'm glad I meant that much to you because once your parents get home, it's the sack for me. Not that I would've been able to help you much, anyway."

"Look. Mum and Dad don't get back until the morning of the fifth, so we still have time. Apathy won't be back until Midnight that night and I'm sure Paddy can find a way to keep them busy until then, so please don't worry. And don't forget, Y/N. You're special. Something about you scares Hardstrune to death, which almost never happens. Also, you're the only person ever to have survived a Deathbite. You're special, Y/N."