Follow The Light, Come To Me

Chapter 12 : An unexpected turn

*Misty's P.O.V*

It was the end of our little trip, me and Delia were heading for the shiny black car which was waiting anxiously for us outside. This car felt strange, notwithstanding that it was a different car altogether  to the car we took here. Delia rushed in front of me, handing our cases to the guy in uniform in front of me. He looked uneasy and had an unkind face, which I thought to myself as he opened the car door for me slowly. I know that Delia was the supreme and this level of hospitality had existed for rich folk for centuries, but it still felt sorta' weird having doors opened for me. My thoughts were disturbed when Cordelia began to speak,

"I've not had this much fun in years, not once with Hank did I feel this alive" she smiled as she laid her head on my shoulders.

"Me too, damn, the place's a palace!" I exclaimed, making Delia's smile grow wider. 

The car had started and we began our journey home - well, Delia's home. A sense of tiredness wavered over us both, sending Delia into a light snooze after a good half an hour. The driver kept looking back at us suspiciously, prompting incessant thoughts that kept me awake. My eyes flickered shut, my mind immobilised by Delia's iambic breathing, lulling me into numbness. Time passed by and the car halted, my eyes opened to an unfamiliar setting. The doors locked and the driver spun around and pointed a gun at me, his uneasy eyes fixed on us both and his hands shaking with power.  I clutched Delia and shook her, who woke up groggily and held onto me. Suddenly, she was ripped from me as a pair of hands came from behind and pulled her into the trunk.

" Move and i'll shoot! " the driver shouted, waving the gun at me furiously.

"Delia!" I screamed, being careful not to move.

" Misty! Who are you people? What do you want?" Delia cried, her voice hysterical and shaking with rage.

"Shut up you filthy witch scum, or i'll kill both of you" a gravel voice thundered, causing my heart to race in a way I had felt before when encountering hostile gators in the swamp.

 Do I do as they say or play the hero and save Delia? I could hear her thoughts of terror: they jumped from those about her mother...to Hank...to the other witch-hunters. I had to help her somehow, I felt a bubbling sensation in my chest which I could not distinguish.  My eyes fixated on the man in front of me, his gun still pointed whilst he was on the phone to his superior. This man could end her life within minutes, for Delia was no Voodoo witch. These thoughts turned dark and tears of rage feigned as fear burned down my cheek. Something dark made its way up my body, all I could think about is tearing him apart with his own bullets.  His gun suddenly bent upwards. He pressed the trigger furiously which missed his face by inches, penetrating the car roof then lunged for me. I jerked sideways as he landed by me, his large hands pinning me down onto the seat.

" Stupid, damn, witch bitch" he shouted as he held me down. 

Suddenly, his hands began to melt and a shrill cry filled the air. His skin turned a violent red, melting away until the smell of sulphur suffocated him and he jolted backwards. By this time I noticed the another guy was dragging Delia towards a second car. The window shattered as I slithered out and ran towards her, her screams deafening the perpetrator who carried on with his task.  In that moment, the bullets fired from the gun moved through the air and furiously skimmed his ankles. As he fell in agony, he shoved Delia into the car and tried to crawl in - I had to run faster. The car began to move and my feelings of hopelessness turned to rage, my run turning supersonic until the whole place exploded as I lunged at it. The car capsized and skidded off-road in one blurry moment.

"Delia i'm so sorry, please be okay, i didn' know..." I cried as I pulled her out of the car and from the flames which had ensued. Her dress was ruined with bloody shrapnel and her mouth flickered as I kept pulling her away from the wreck. 

"M-mist, I can feel myself dying" she whispered, my eyes forming dumb tears.

"You can't! you're my best friend! An' I love you" I screamed, my body weakening and sinking into the floor as I approached a familiar field. 

There was a smell that I knew, a stagnant earthiness - my swamp! As Delia held onto me, we trudged weakly across the sludge, a sense of familiarity becoming closer with each painful step. I went on and on and on. When I beheld those great, majestic tree I knew where I was. I staggered on until the familiar wooden building of my shack was in sight and it wasn't long before I signalled the door open. 

When we got to safety, we both fell to our knees beside eachother and a echo of laughter pounded throughout my brain. The smell of the burning fuel and flesh mixed with sulphur remained within my nostrils, prompting me to examine Delia. With much struggle, I pulled the shards of shrapnel from her skin and attempted to heal her with my hands - but all faded to black.