Disclaimer: I do not own Children of the Corn, or the Characters therein.  They belong to the talented Stephen King. And the 666 characters belong to John Franklin, and whoever else wrote the script.  Some of the Characters in this story, however, are mine.

                                                       Isaac and the Witch

                                                Chapter One: The Beginning

            She always felt nervous going into that room.  He looked like some macabre doll just lying there.  Although he wasn't bad looking, the coma had made him appear older than what he was.  She shook her head.  It was so hard to believe that he had lain in that bed for 19 years.  What really was hard to believe was what he had done those 19 years before?  The Gatlin murders had made headlines.  They were all over the news and in later years the Internet.  Now in the bed in front of her was the start of all of it….Isaac Chroner.

            Kjerstie had only lived in Gatlin for 2 years.  She had been wondering around from place to place when she heard about the Gatlin murders and was curious.  She decided to go to that now forgotten town so see the 'Preacher Boy' for herself.  At first she was treated like every outsider, but within a few months, everyone there accepted her.  After a year, she was given the job of taking care of Isaac.  Cora would have loved to take care of him, but she had her hands full with being a cop and taking care of her brother Jacob.  Cora and Kjerstie really didn't like each other but worked together decently.  Although truth be known, Kjerstie could only think of one reason for Cora allowing her to take care of Isaac, her healing powers.  Kjerstie was a witch and didn't care who knew it.  From time to time she was called upon to use her gifts.

            So here she was preparing to give the powerful, frightening, Isaac Chroner a sponge bath.  She pulled down the blanket on his bed and began to undress him; she had to be careful so as not to unhook any of the machines that he was attached to.  She took his quivering arm into her hands and began to wash him.  After washing his arms, face, and chest, she knew that his diaper had to be changed, and his manly areas needed washing as well.  As she changed the adult sized diaper, she mentally compared him to a child.  He was so helpless right now.  It was so hard to believe that he was the fierce leader of years before.  She finally finished washing him, dressed and covered him up once again.  She looked at this helpless man, stroked his face with her hand and wished that he could be as he was again.  She hated anyone to be put in a position of weakness like this weither or not it was deserved.  She heard Cora calling for her, and missed the sparks that went from her hand onto Isaac's face.  She turned again to face him and saw that his green eyes were open and looking right at her.  In her surprise, she jumped and ram from the room, leaving him there, eyes wide open.

            She ran through the halls of the hospital looking for Cora, and trying to get what happened out of her head.  Surely she didn't bring him out of the coma by her will..Or did she?  Then she contemplated her own power…yes she could have.  She was so into her own thoughts, that she didn't notice Cora walk up to her.

            "Kjerstie did you give Isaac his bath?" Cora looked at Kjerstie; the girl looked as if she had seen a ghost.

            "Yu….Yes I did but something kind of…happened."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, he opened his eyes and looked at me." Now it was Cora's turn to look shocked.

"No, it couldn't be!" With that, Cora ran into Isaac's room with Kjerstie close behind.  There he was sitting strait up in the bed, looking around the room and at his reflection, in the stainless steel.  He then focused on the two women in the room staring at him.

"Much needs to be explained," he said in a raspy voice.  Kjerstie swallowed a lump in her throat and knew that things were never going to be the same.

TO BE CONTINUED