Prunella looked down at her wooden bedroom floor, there were ashes with black candles and ashes, salt, black pepper, and other such powdered things in the shape of a pentagram. They'd pay for it all, every time they had doubted her she would prove them all wrong. She smiled to herself a secretly wicked cat's grin, it was a cold frosty winter night in the much later moonlit darkness of January, the perfect night indeed. For the ritual she was about to preform alone in the comfort of surrounding spirits. This year for Christmas she had received a present from her distant cousin, a book on spells. It had taken a while to get the proper ingredients which was frustrating to her. But now tonight was the night, she could cast any spell that she wanted. She was prepared to do it.

She thought about the relative, no one really knew him that well. He lived in the icy depths of Canada, but when he had heard of her interest of magic through email get together her and other relatives had (had to be 18 or older to be included) he knew that he had to send her that book as a gift. It was filled on paper with instructions of the darker arts. Her mother when giving her the wrapped book had seamed to be slightly reluctant to give the gift due to the relative hinting at the subject matter through email, but she was in 8th grade now. She knew she could be responsible with these things. What was the worst she could unleash, an army of dream demons? Cast a hex on an enemy, they deserved it.

She had spent a week reading through all of it and making a list of the spells that interested her, a very long list. Then she to do a process of elimination for what spell she'd use first, then gather the necessary ingredients. What a month it was for her, I mean who even keeps the ashes from their fireplace for Pete's sake? Now it was finally the time to put them to good use. All those back breaking hours would finally pay off. (As in her conversations with neighbors went something like; "Hi ….. do you have….by chance" "Sorry I don't, but say, since you're here could you do ….for me?")

All those years Prunella thought to herself. Now she would prove them all so wrongful of their close minded thoughts and plots against her. Like the time in 5th grade when Arthur tried to force her into Catholic youth group for school time and time again, Brain was always annoying to her with his astounding overused logic and science. Buster wouldn't leave her alone for more than two seconds with all the gaining piles of tests and assignments year after year, Binky and friends were always bullies.

Now Muffy was the worst of anyone. She always tried to either ruin her by schemes or mooch off of her popularity when she had it. Like the time she dumped a bucket of chicken licken' chicken bones on her during her 6th grade talent show, it was the only reason she even wanted be on stage crew in the first place. She wasn't ever caught either. And then in 4th grade with the cootie catcher was horrible enough for her. Now matter how much she helped her and such she never got invited to a sleepover. She flipping helped her with test, and she was impossible to work with!

Over the years she had really learned to hate other people, yes she still kept friends like a Marina was still her best. But there were just so many she could hate, Muffy was the worst of those types of people. She was rude, snobbish, overly obsessed with fashion, greedy, completely uncaring to the others around her, and yet was kind of the most popular girls in school. All the boys wanted her, and all the girls wanted to be her. That undeserving little baby bitch got everything she wanted without barely the lift of her pretty little finger. Now would be the perfect time for revenge for everything she had ever done to her.

"Exuim, futurio viorium!" she said lighting all the matches over the candles. All the flames were so small they burned a blue flicker. She stepped into the middle with her book and a small kitchen knife. "Hagmuios corpus!" she continued closing her eyes for dramatic effect, it was all too exciting for her. She could feel her heart racing and the adrenaline pumping through her like cool spring water Into A bucket. Just like if Henry Screver had come to life before her very eyes. Then there was one thing left to do, she took the small kitchen knife and slid it deep into her left index fingertip. She walked to each candle as the deep crimson liquid dripped slowly onto each of the small flames dousing them. Watching the smoke rise with the smell of hot wax burning in the air she knew it was complete.

Prunella grabbed her crystal ball on flopped onto her bed. Rubbing it with her fingers she put all of her focus on the large piece of glass, nothing came to mind. Prunella opened her eyes and looked into the ball, it was blank. A small flame started to flicker inside her as she threw the ball across the room shattering it into an uncountable amount of pieces. It was too late for anyone to be woken up fortunately for her circumstance at the moment. All that time wasted on finding ingredients though, the stinging pain of her finger, all for nothing! She watched it all happen jumping off the bed, her foot stopped as she almost kicked the pentagram. Something told her to stop there though, she backed away from it looking at the clock. Crap it was 1:09 am in the morning, time for bed.

She looked in the mirror with her teeth were being brushed sloppily. Wow she did look sleep deprived and just downright a mess. Her hair was less than combed, and her eyes were heavily bagged beyond belief. "Pruney, you should stop reading that book, you've been completely changed since you started reading it." Maybe she was right after all Prunella thought to herself spitting into the sink. She slumped herself back through the hallway and under her covers before closing her eyes to finally lay down for a good night's sleep without even turning out her lamp.

The next morning she walked around the corner to see all of her other different aged peers standing outside of the school. Prunella walked over under the roof of the school doors, it was warm under there than anywhere else. Still a beautiful looking day though, and oddly warm for the cold weather they were having lately. Now all she had to do was wait for her supposedly late friends to arrive to school along side her. Then they'd all talk amongst themselves before the bell rang and classes began once again as she slumped the back of her body into the school's brick wall. For now she thought she'd just enjoy the peace and serenity of being alone at the moment.

Then a very old purple nostalgic van came slowly around the corner. It only brought back days upon practices of soccer's in eight grade. Now it was 10th grade for her, and 9th for him, for Arthur. It was his dad's van, boy did I she remember all the smells of catering jobs mixed together with other things. It was unforgettably disgusting with a taste of fancy. And there was Arthur stepping out of it. Popular by ninth grade above most as all around nice guy and down right good at everything. How his perfection wasn't annoying to so many was unexplained. A drive before school on a winter day as always a nice thing to experience.

"Bye dad." He said stepping out of the car into the cold air of a frosty morning. He swung his new large navy blue book bag over his shoulder then the other one as his entire body was exposed to the sharp cold air, him and his green sweater he bad starred wearing. A puff let out of his mouth he half closed the door, then he remembered something that was missing. His music for band club, DW had taken them and thrown them up in the air during the drive, much to his annoyance of course.

"Hey dad, I have some sheets in the back for band practice, can I go get them real quick?" He asked him quickly just waiting for an answer, a short one. That was what was necessary at the moment for Arthur. His dad took barely less than a moment thinking about it.

"Okay fine, but make it quick. I have to get this basket of fruit across town for my job." He huffed slightly on edge with his tighter than usual time limit, as he was explaining Arthur was already half way around the car heading towards the trunk. And the place was far away and across town.

"Thanks dad!" He called back around as his ungloved hand slid over the trunk door groping around the smooth metal surface for the handle, it was hard to see with all the frost on it. "Got it!" He congratulated himself as he slid his fingers underneath to open it.

"Now be careful Arthur," his dad warned cautiously as he twisted his body to watch him still in his seat belt. "the edge of the door is covered in ice, it's really sharp. Make sure you don't cut yourself."

"I know dad." He said rolling his eyes before preparing himself to get his sheets. The day before his dad had come inside each from a lone trip to the grocery store before coming in the house in pain and with a bloody hand dripping off his red soaked glove. What a fright it had given Jane and the girls to see their father like that. Prunella let out a cold breath of frozen air watching out of her own sheer boredom.

Arthur's body layer across the trunk floor uncomfortablely he maneuvered around searching for this papers desperately. Then he saw them neatly tucked away in the corner behind the slightly opened fruit box. He lunged his body forwards to them, and in doing so his cheek rammed into the edge of the box. He let out a cry of pain clutching his face tightly jumping out as his book bag went flying off and upwards hitting the trunk door, and his foot slid on a patch of wet ice. He grabbed the trunk edge catching himself barely. "Arthur look ou-!" a sickening splat entered the ears of those around leaving David speechless.

Inside the car was blood, and there was a lot of it, David even had a few small splits on his face. The trunk, once whit now red, deep red. Outside was just as shocking and horrific looking. Two arms flopped down onto the ground barely making a sound, and a bisected body from shoulders down slid slowly and stickily screeching downwards from the trunk door, making a trick paint like trail across the surface of it. Arthur's, bit of shoulders, head, and fingers were laying inside leaking out blood into a forming puddle. His face left in shock and cold from the inside of the desolate trunk. Now a pool of blood barely reached his the inside of his wide open mouth. A crunching sound formed as the body hit the ground as even more blood pooled out of the now mutilated body, an accident. A bloody freak accident.

Francine, his girlfriend, came around the corner just in time to watch it unfold. Her mouth eyes and mouth hung open as she watched it all in pure horror of what had happened to her boyfriend. Everyone stared at this truly horrific event with silence due to shock.

Then Francine was the first one to let out a high pitched screech as Prunella collapsed to her knees from sickness in her gut. As she was about to throw up she felt as though something was sacking her back inside out as she gave out unconscious on the stone stairs.

As everything came back she saw that she was standing on the school wall. There was no blood to be seen anywhere. But there was still a van, Arthur was in the trunk. Alerted beyond content, Prunella ran down the stairs basically jumping off of them near the bottom as he reached out hurting himself causing him to jump. As he slipped Prunella lunged forwards with every yoga practice flowing through her entire body at the very moment. "No!" she cried out as their bodies collided pushing one into the other. Arthur's hand grabbed the box accidentally as they went flying onto the ground. As they landed with a sudden thud they looked up to see a watermelon be hacked in the young highscooler's place. That left all of them in shock.

David ran out of the car around to see them, a worried look on his face. "Are you kids alright!?" He almost yelled as half of the melon came down onto the icy parking lot making a bit of a mess. They both nodded standing back up slowly and nervously, Prunella was especially shocked of the two. Arthur turned towards her and her eyes met his, her's were filled with absolute terror.

"You saved my life!" a proofing sound entered her ears as his arms wrapped around her still shaking body. It felt warm as a tear dripped down slowly as the two hugged each other for what felt like a thousand eons but was merely seconds.

"Y-yeah, I did." Her voice trembled staring out into the distance blankly. Her heart pumped without end and nothing seamed even possibly serene.

During class that day Prunella could not sit still at all from the fear, she didn't even a take a nibble of her lunch her stomach we in such a unwoundable knot. What she had seen was only to be described as an unspeakable horror. Questions filled her mind faster than anything else that day. What was that, why did she have a premonition, why did she save Arthur, who was next, how many more people needed to be saved, and would she do it?

A.N. hello guys, welcome. Thank you so much for reading this. I had to write this, I mean I can't stand the work of certain others at the moment. *cough* (Ra1v0ts2i6) This place deserves better, and it deserves more diversity genre wise. And some stories Judy deserve more recognition. I know this won't be for everyone, but it will be for some people, and hope you'll enjoy it the way it is.

And just in case you were wondering, flames are allowed. I'm still slightly new here if you were wondering. So you know there will be no immense amount of descriptive nudity in any chapters of this story. Just to clarify that with you. (Sorry if that sounds awkward, but I really don't what kind of people are even reading this.)

Either way I find we need a change in our archive, I mean more than what we're getting right now. Sorry my fellow authors, (you know who you are) but your stuff is appalling people, but like mine will help with that. Anyways, we would like to see something new from you guys, so please try not to take offense. I'm just trying to tell you this in a more civilized way than others.

Some though may be wondering why a horror fic, well I haven't seen too many around here and I enjoyed the ones I did read. Plus this was an idea I had in my head. (And may turn into a real movie when I get everything settled) I found it interesting and different, I decided to do it. Also I don't see many Prunella fics lately, (just genitalia ones.) and I thought this was perfect for her.

Another thing to bring up is there's a troll running loose using people's names to type inappropriate reviews, so please delete the reviews if happen to revive one. (or don't, it's up to you) The main last thing I'd like to address is if you see an author you like insulted, please don't act irrational about it. Take it calmly and don't just blow up turkey over it. (Or do, it's really funny reading your overly angry reviews reply to this insult of an other reviewer)

Well that's my two cents for now. More variety in this place, and don't blow your top. And for fun could someone please write in a summary for this story? (I can't think of one ,and don't care if it's an insult) see you next chapter and don't forget to consider fav, follow, or just review would all be very much appreciated from guys like you. See you whenever, and bye!