WITCH

TWELVE

"I wouldn't sniff around unless you're looking for a bout of delirium."
Myrtle glared at Madison.
"Sounds like every Saturday night since we were fifteen,"
The blonde grinned, a small chuckle escaping Mickey as well.
"Where is everyone? This place feels nearly abandoned."
Mickey looked around with a small wince.
"Our beloved Cordelia has regained her second sight. She's off with Queenie to rescue Misty Day."
Madison and Mickey gave each other a look, the girl clearly panicking.
Mickey shook his head softly, letting his sister know everything was under control.
"Apparently the poor girl has been entombed.
Who would have been cruel enough to commit such atrocity?"
Myrtle gave a knowing look to the two.
"How tragic. The swamp monster should be treated like the rest of us."
Mickey chuckled shaking his head, Myrtle giving him a sharp glare.
The three witches turned at the sound of the door, Zoe and Kyle walking in with grins.
"Amazing."
Mickey deadpanned.
"Please tell me this is a hallucination driven by my bouquet of Atropa Belladonna. Zoe, you can't possibly be back at the Robichaux Academy."
Myrtle stepped to the girl, Mickey groaning out at the woman's annoying voice.
"I won't allow it. You were supposed to spend your days in romantic splendor with your true love. You're just like Halston when he sold his brand to J.C Penny. You've forsaken your destiny."
Mickey couldn't hold back an eye roll as he glanced to Madison.
"No Myrtle, I've embraced it."
"I can't listen to this bullshit,"
Mickey sighed, moving to the other side of the room.
"I came back because I'm clearly the next supreme,"
The twins scoffed at Zoe, each setting their glare on her.
"You bitch."
Madison and Mickey both jumped as Misty stormed into the room.
The woman slapped Madison across the face, Mickey's blood boiling.
"You thought I was just some dumb swamp rat you could leave behind to die?"
"Yes,"
Mickey grinned, grabbing Misty by the hair and ramming her head into the wall.
He kicked her legs out from underneath her, standing on her wrist with a sneer.
"Mickey enough."
Cordelia called.
Mickey ignored Cordelia, grabbing Misty by her hair and dragging her to the door despite everyone's protests.
He let her go, pushing her into the ground as he knelt beside her.
The boy leaned down, his voice in a cold whisper.
"If you touch my sister again I'm going to set you on fire."
"You! You must pay for what you've done!"
A man with an axe stormed into the house.
"Wow did you just walk into the wrong house."
The witches threw the man across the room, Mickey moving to Madison's side and grabbing her hand.
"Who the hell is this guy?"
Queenie asked.
"I know that voice,"
Cordelia mumbled in confusion.
"It's the Axeman."
"I thought you banished his soul to the appropriate nether realms?"
Myrtle questioned.
"No, he's on the mortal coil."
"Can we just kill him? I haven't had the best day."
Mickey clenched his jaw, glancing to Cordelia.
"I'll kill all of you!"
The man yelled.
"Is that blood?"
"Not his,"
Misty shook her head.
"Then whose?"
Myrtle asked.
Cordelia kneeled down, putting a hand in the drop of blood.
"The blood is my mothers."
"Good riddance."
Mickey snorted.
"Holy shit, she's really gone. Does anyone feel any different?"
Madison asked the witches, squeezing Mickey's hand.
"Where's the body?"
"In the swamp."
"Who the hell cares?"
Mickey glared at Myrtle and Cordelia.
"The witch is dead."
He grinned, a chuckle escaping him.
"So kill this asshole, and I'll be in my room smoking."