The boy slept soundly in his warm bed on the cold December night. He was too young to understand the forces that worked around him or his own power. He had lead a sound life with both his loving parents who rested but a wall away and he felt safe, that is until the witch flew in threw his window.
She had long floppy ears and wiggled her nose like a rabbit. She was a pretty woman standing almost 6 feet on her big white boots that stretched all the way up her legs. She wore a white and pink dotted dress that ended mid thigh. "Not as cute as Alice was but he will do." She whispered to herself in the calm darkness of the room "rabbit's habits, rabbit's habits" she began to quietly chant her spell. Her magical energy began to build inside her and she was prepared to release it; but a man still dressed in his pajamas kicked down the door holding a halbert. "Stop right there!" The integration stopped the spell as intended "don't you dare touch my baby" an echoing disembodied females voice warned. In the brood side of the weapons blade appeared the reflection of a naked women that bore a resemblance to the boy that still slept.
"Pesky parenting pair." The women in white held a pale palm to the pair "rabbit's habits" was said and a large Easter egg comprised of energy appeared and was fired. When the smoke from the blast had cleared the man was slumping to the floor. "Max!?" The same female voice called to her beloved husband. The weapon began to glow and turned a pale yellow; once it reached this state it began to change taking the general shape of a person. The color was thrust away in a rather beautiful display and there stood the women whose reflection had been in the blade the only difference being she now wore pajamas. She checked on the man who maid no movements "...no.." A tear fell from her eye and as soon as it splashed against the already paling skin of her laid husband she stood and whipped around to face the intruder a burning furry in her eyes.
She lifted her arm and it glowed the same pale yellow; when it was gone so was her right arm, replaced by a halbert blade. She charged the witch screaming and swinging widely. Not a single blow even glanced the women in white and the battle was short lived. Ending with a kick to the mother's skull from her powerful legs. Now two bodies cluttered the room. The killer looked down at the blood splatter on her no longer perfectly white boots with disgust and a wriggle of her nose. As the bodies glowed and converted into souls that bobbed and glowed in the room.
The boy sat up and rubbed his eyes looking at the scene with confusion. "All your souls are mine now boy." Her laugh seemed to make the darkness more stagnant.
