II. The Red Mist

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Lucille awoke from a melancholy dream that she had no recollection of, but she had a dreadful foreboding that Alessandro her friend was in great peril. So she got out of bed and slipped into her ghastly garments. She didn't want to inconvenient her folks as it was far too early, so she left a message written on a spare piece of parchment on the mantelpiece above the fireplace in the kitchen, but as she went out the wind blew the note onto the fireplace which crumbled and sizzled not to be seen.

She ran out into the cold breezy morning, as she kept hearing eccentric voices in her head which pained her. "Allez- Vous en!" She screamed as she massaged her temples "YOU ARE MINE, COME TO ME LITTLE WITCH AND YOUR FRIEND WONT BE HARMED! WA-HA-HA-HA." He laughed maliciously.

She ran as fast as she could to attempt to save her friend her only friend who acknowledged her for who she was and not some oddity, a tear ran down her cheek. She couldn't live in a world that Alessandro wasn't in; she had to save him no matter the cost.

She stood in the anterior of Alessandro's Maison, but she was afraid what she was about to walk into. She heard that voice in her head again the one who had no name to speak of. "GOOD YOU'RE HERE, OPEN THE DOOR IT IS UNLOCKED AND NO SUDDEN MOVEMENTS OR YOUR FRIEND DIES."

She complied with his demands, but she was aghast at what she saw in the entrance was a man draped in a hooded navy robe his skin was the reddest colour of the devil himself his eyes were yellow and he had jagged teeth, he was a horror to look upon.

He shot sparks of red lightning at Alessandro from the tips of his fingers, which afflicted him with great pain. In the corner of the room was Alessando's parents bounded and muzzled.

"Lucille screamed which shattered glass windows, "Temper, temper what would your parents think," Laughed the robed man, she gritted her teeth in frustration. "Who are you and what do you want? If it's me you want let them go you can have me instead!"

"That's extraordinarily brave of you, but very well." He pressed his hand forewords towards Alessandro "Missitio volatilis!" Alessandro went soaring straight into his parents where he twisted his anklebone that precipitated him tremendously lot of pain. "NO!" "What that's what you wanted wasn't it!" He smiled cruelly, she growled through gritted teeth "Non you induced him to immense pain release them at once!" "His alive isn't he; oh very well it's you I want anyway." He smirked maliciously licking his jagged teeth.

He snapped his fingers and they disappeared. Lucille's heart skipped a beat as she went into a panic frenzy. "Where have you sent them? Bring them back now!" "Umm let me think!" There was a pause.

"NO. Now let me introduce myself they call me the Red Mist I am a Magi Venandi and I was commissioned to hunt you down by the King's order. I have spent many years of my life tracking you down, you evaded my senses until about a year ago when I sensed your power growing, so I've been hunting you ever since. It wasn't until I stumbled on this serene quaint village I could sense your presence and so here I am and now YOUR MINE!" He smiled wickedly.

Lucille shifted excruciatingly, as she made herself in readiness to run for it if it came to it. "You will never take me alive!" she screamed, he smirked as he licked his jagged teeth deliciously, "Who said you had to be alive! Although I much rather I don't kill you, my Dominus will be most displeased, but I could allege it was unavoidable that you forced my hand. Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way the choice is yours little witch..." The last word hangs in the air which tasted bitter to Lucille.

She shook her head in answer. "Very well the hard way it is." As he stepped forward to cast a spell to capture her she fuelled her anger to remit a powerful blast hauling in his direction, he didn't have time to use any defensive spells and knocked him right off his feet, so she took advantage the situation and ran for it out the door as fast as her short legs could carry her.

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