Important: This fic assumes that you have seen the true ending of The Witch's House. If you have not seen that ending yet and do not want it spoiled it is not recommended to read further.
REVENGE IS NOT A SOLUTION...OR IS IT?
Chapter 1: Dual Introduction
In the Witch's House, Ellen's point of view:
*CRASH* The mirror in Ellen's room loudly cracked the moment she finished reading the final diary. Some sort of purple haze appeared, tainting the air inside everywhere, and making the high-pitched rumbling noise even scarier than it already was. She heard noises of soft matter sliding and churning against something hard, and given her situation, Ellen immediately recognized the source of the noise. It was Viola in Ellen's original body.
The body's features were the following: Long, wavy purple hair reaching lower than the waist, pale skin and an emaciated physique. This last was due to the fact that Ellen's body was always the host of a disease which constantly made her bones weak and frail, while also causing regular skin swelling and inflammations. Now however it was even worse. This already depressing sight has been further degraded by the fact that the body was heavily mutilated. The two legs were missing, the eyes were gouged out, and also, Ellen poured an entire flask of throat-burning medicine into the mouth. The mangled, otherwise would-be good looking red dress and the red bow in the hair made Viola something even worse to look at.
Ellen, in Viola's true body, looked a tad better: Golden blonde hair tied into twin braids with each going down a shoulder, fair skin, and a good, somewhat strong build. She was wearing brown boots, a white, sleeveless chestpiece together with a long white skirt which had a blue stripe at the bottom.
The situation is, for those of you who are confused, is that Ellen has lured Viola into her enchanted house using her broken, innocent appeal. With this, she gained Viola's sympathy up to a point where Viola was willing to give up her own physical body for a day just to make Ellen a bit happier. But Ellen tricked her. After performing the spell that exchanged their hosts, Ellen revealed to Viola that she intentionally removed parts of her body forcefully to make Viola suffer and despair as she died. And now, after a series of events and a dangerous trek through the witch's house, the two encountered each other again.
Ellen was of course delighted at her new host, but this was not the time of enjoying it. Viola has emerged now to take revenge, one way or another. In fact, it was obvious that since Viola had no idea how to accurately use magic, and that the cat demon was not loyal to her, she would seek retribution in the only way she knew: by killing Ellen. But Ellen was not keen on failure. It was the final trial after all this madness. After trekking through her own house because of Viola's treacherous intentions towards her, this was not where she wanted to fail.
Ellen started to run out of the room and through the hallway towards the stars. Bloody hand-shaped marks kept appearing on the wall, and objects broke as she ran along. Viola was not too far away along the way. As she reached the stairway Ellen quickly began to run down, while a pot of flowers loudly fell of the table there.
Viola, in Ellen's original mangled body, exhibited both surprising speed and frightening strength. All she could do was use her new, sickly body's two arms to drag herself, yet she was almost as fast as Ellen, who now had Viola's body. Perhaps it was Ellen's magic that drove her to such a spectacular yet horrific display, but it might have been the immense amount of pain and fury. The pursuit was tight. Right as Ellen got into the cook's room, multiple bloody marks loudly splashed on the wall.
The objects of the house now also seemed to have turned against Ellen, with chairs attempting to obstruct her way and random cracks appearing out of nowhere on the floor. Ellen ran through the large dining chamber and to the farther door. After that, she headed eastward until she reached the intersection with the clock at the north. She went to the north-east room, and to a closet. Quickly snatching the knife, the cunning witch was almost caught by Viola, but she barely managed to avoid her and run to the entrance. She quickly towards the entrance, and succeeded in opening the door. The light of the outside greeted her suddenly, but smoothly.
Time itself seemed to slow down after Ellen had exited the ensorcelled mansion. To her honest surprise, Viola could not be heard banging on the closed entrance door. She even checked back on the door, but it was tightly locked. Her best guess was that the house was split between who to obey, and maybe this was its last loyal act to its true mistress. Deciding not to ponder, Ellen went forth. It was misty outside, with wind blowing along. On the way she stumbled upon a letter and decided to read it. It was immediately familiar to her. It seemed to be the former half of the letter she had gotten before venturing into the mansion. It had the following on it:
"Dear Viola,
I'm sorry for yelling at you yesterday. There's an old legend that says a witch lives in the forest, and kidnaps children who get lost there.
Your friend's house is very near the forest, so... I was worried about you. Your friend's name was Ellen, right? I don't..."
"What a great, loving father." -Thought Ellen. She had a bitter feeling about this though, as it also reminded her of her not-so-nice parents. Images, memories from the old times began flashing in her mind. The witch however could easily shake them off though, as she was feeling triumphant due to her brand new body.
Before she could continue on however, she heard a noise that even frightened her, a witch. A sort of scream that eerily resembled that of a woman's, but it was frighteningly deep and otherworldly. It came from the house. Ellen went back to see it, and apparently the noise had a good reason. The previously glorious witch mansion had gained a new, terrifying look. It was red and purple all over, but in a pattern that made one think of an area of the human body twisted and warped by malady, dirt and violence. This made much sense, given the situation, since Ellen's body was directly linked with the house. The decay and torment Viola went through now affected it probably. This is something that we will never know for sure.
Not wanting to risk giving Viola a chance at delivering a surprise attack, Ellen ran as fast as she could towards the great rose bush that blocked the road. She poured the cute little bottle's contents on it, making it wither and dissipate. The wind stopped blowing, and rain came instead. Finally freed from this bond, Ellen ran further along the forest path. It started to rain heavily, and the massive cloud indicated that the heavy rain might turn into a thunderstorm very soon. There was strangely no noise besides the rain however, which made Ellen feel nervous and alarmed. After running for about a minute, she decided to look back to see if anything was coming, but she wished she didn't.
Just in that moment a thunderclap roared, and she saw the horribly mutilated Viola crawling up to her menacingly. The legless girl tilted up her head to stare at Ellen with what was once her pair of eyes. Although they were empty and bloody, Ellen could swear that Viola could somehow see with them, as she saw small, dull crimson lights in the eye sockets. It would make sense if this was the case, given that Viola had a magic-imbued body.
Viola tried to say things to Ellen, but it only resulted in gurgling and other such noises. Ellen could easily guess though, the tricked girl was probably asking her body back, and demanding all sorts of things. But Ellen did not care. Viola served her purpose, and now she was but a disturbance waiting to be eliminated and removed. Having enough of this chase, Ellen decided to take matters into her own hands and get rid of Viola.
"Boy you're stubborn." -Said Ellen, while plunging her knife into Viola's right eye socket. This knocked Viola back a bit, and made her gurgle more.
"How long are you going to chase me? You know that body won't last long." -She paused for a few seconds and continued after some thinking:
"Hm? Give it back? No way. This body hurts much less."
"You gave it to me in the first place. Why should I have to give it back?"
Ellen leaned closer to her mutilated victim, and took on a wide, sarcastic smile.
"Right...Viola?"
This sentence hit like a thousand hammers. As if nature itself was abhorred by Ellen's wicked joy, the mist around the two girls became visibly thicker, and a slow, but strangely deep and loud wind picked up. A thunderclap echoed in the background. The air got a lot colder, almost unnaturally cold for this time of the season. Acts of us humans leave memories and imprints on objects and places we encounter, and this was one that one can be sure nature will never forget, even if it would never be able to tell.
"You felt so sorry for me. I couldn't even move from my bed." -Continued Ellen;
"That's why I used my magic to trade bodies with you."
"Just for a day? Heehee... I guess I did say that."
Ellen stopped here for a bit, giggling over her sentences. Now, when she was gloating over her opponent, her joy of victory intensified. She continued moments later:
"I was surprised you could trap me with my own power... but to no avail."
"After all, it's my house yes? It wouldn't be killing me anytime soon."
"I was guided by that house all the way, so I was ensured to escape."
Another pause. Viola made a few pained growls, which alerted Ellen a little. The mutilated girl was twitching while holding herself up merely with her two hands. It was so unfair. For days, Viola had treated Ellen with utmost friendship, and cared for the sick girl. And then, when everything seemed to be happy, she was suddenly betrayed. And now she was here, her life stolen from her, trapped in a body which not only inflicted her immense pain but was rapidly falling apart.
Images, each more terrible than the other started racing in her mind. Her father...together with her "daughter". Ellen laughing and having fun at the expense of a stolen, tortured life. Her stolen life all changed and brought to a who-knows-what kind of end. Also, memories from Ellen's body began to appear to her. Ellen's miserable life in the slums, the black cat, the slaughter of Ellen's family and the unknown amount of time which Ellen spent as a wanted, murderous sorcerer.
This all got worse with the pain she felt everywhere. It tormented her unspeakably, and she had no chances of pouring this into was here all alone in this cold forest with her utterly mad false friend, tortured, and turned into such a horrifying sight that anybody who saw her would surely think she is some sort of aberration.
"Still not dead? I have to applaud your tenacity." -Ellen continued with her taunting;
"Ah could it be...are you that worried about your father?"
"Oh I know. You and your father Viola. A close family of two."
"Those memories stayed in your body. He's a kind man. A hunter isn't he?"
"And he even sent you that letter. What a good father."
"So then I suppose you're worried about what will happen when you're gone?"
Viola reacted to this noticeably, with a loud hiss and a series of gurgles. She spat a large amount of blood on the ground before her, and now she was basically in a pool of her own, or rather Ellen's, blood. Ellen gave only a brief giggle in terms of attention, and she continued to gloat and taunt Viola:
"It'll be just fine. I'll give him Viola's share of love."
Ellen said the last four words with a sly, slowed down voice, for the sole purpose of making this even more painful to Viola.
"And I'll take her share of love too. So..."
"Viola!" -Called a third voice. It was of a man, and he was not that far away. Ellen looked back and saw the man, and his sight made her even more confident. It was Viola's father, Travis. He was quite well-built, with rough brown hair and clothes typical of a hunter, and of course a rifle that not only sounded but looked dangerous. After a slight pause, Travis and Ellen ran to each other, and embraced each other for a moment.
"Viola are you safe? Are you hurt anywhere?" -Asked Travis; He was not aware of the body-switch situation, making this all the worse and darker.
Ellen walked to Travis' side and grabbed the man's hand. Travis immediately guessed from Ellen's startled look and her behavior that something was out of its place.
"Wh-what? Why…?" -Travis asked, not understanding the situation;
Ellen started pointing towards the north. Travis questioned the gesture in his mind, but the answer came soon. Viola started slowly crawling towards the two, apparently the strength she previously displayed was gone now. The mere sight of this was heart-breaking. Viola desperately drew on everything that was in Ellen's body, but even this was barely enough to move. Every single stretch she made with her arms was a world of suffering. She was leaving a thick path of blood behind her. Despite the many enchantments inside Ellen's body, the massive physical damage was starting to catch up.
"Fh... fha...aa...th.." -A garble was all that came out of her mouth.
She kept crawling and crawling, with a last, hair-thin hope of being able to speak to her father and make him understand...just a few words...just to make this clear...to fix this...
...dh ...dha...di" -Another garble.
"S-STAY AWAY, MONSTER!" -Shouted Travis on top of his lungs, intending to protect his dearest from the impending threat, if anybody could a call a helpless, disabled, muted, and perhaps blinded dying girl a threat. Travis loaded his rifle and aimed at Viola. Viola's heart was shattered ultimately. Now she knew that her last hope was gone. The rifle in Travis' hands clicked, signaling that it was ready to be used for its dark purpose. Ellen, intimidated by the weapon, stood back quite the distance.
But Travis not get the chance to pull the trigger. Just as he was about to do it, a mighty lightning came down from the sky. One of the lightning's side branches hit him, knocking him unconscious. The lightning was neither of magic, nor of any intervention. Just as Ellen's encounter with the demon back in God knows many years was of unfortunate chance, this was a twist of fate purely of chance.
Travis fell on his stomach with a loud poof, and his large rifle was on the ground. Viola did not know what was happening, as her condition kept getting worse and worse rapidly. What she could understand however confused her. A moment ago her own father was ready to shoot her dead, but the shot was not coming. Maybe the lightning did something…
Though Viola did not realize this, she guessed the exact truth. Ellen however, was displeased. Travis could have done Viola in, and that would have been it. But no, accidents have to happen and delay events just for some more inconvenience. Viola's torment did not concern her at all, she was just simply annoyed with how this fiasco refuses to end.
Wanting to put it to an end herself, she went to the unconscious Travis and tried to pick up his rifle. Though it was a bit heavy, her new body was strong enough to lift it up. And because Viola's experiences also stayed in her true body, Ellen did not have that much trouble getting to know the weapon.
"What a bummer...well Viola, you might think now that this little coincidence will save, but just you wait...I will kill you myself if your father does not."
"Wait my little. You are doing it wrong." -Said another voice, a soft yet disturbing voice that sounded both close and distant.
Just when that line was heard, a black cat appeared next to Viola. It had void black eyes, indicating that something was out of place with the animal. And indeed this was the case, as this cat -or rather its corpse- was possessed by the very same demon that Ellen was guided and taught by for quite a time now. It casually and slowly walked up to Viola, and sniffed at her heavily bleeding body.
"Hmmm…delicious. -Said the demon- Not just the blood, but what is happening inside. This massive suffering. I have felt greater before, but I must say you did a good job Ellen. My little witch. But do you not remember what I taught you before?"
"Shut your mouth. -Answered Ellen, with great annoyance in her voice- I no longer need you. Now that I am free of that wreckage of a body, I will be able to live a life of my desires without your help, or the help of any other demon."
The demon laughed loudly in response. Maybe it had something in store for Ellen, or maybe it did not. Viola was confused by the conversation, which was just another small addition to everything which made her suffer. She decided to conserve her decaying body's strength by lowering herself and letting herself just lie there...in that pool of blood. Viola did not care, as she needed all the strength to buy herself time. Maybe someone might come to resolve this...someone...anyone…
"Brave words." -continued the demon- "But all I wanted to tell is that you should have let the girl die to her pain instead of shooting her. Souls which died of suffering make much better meals, but I am surprised that out of all people you are the one who failed to realize this."
The black cat gave Viola some licks, and it seemed to enjoy the taste of blood. Or, given that it was actually a demon, it might have sensed something else with its possessed tongue. Maybe the demon could literally lick Viola's soul...this is something you best not ponder about. There are things which even demons hide from one another, fearing that they might frighten each other away, preventing any dealing of -in their twisted way of course- friendship.
"And I am surprised that out of anyone in this world, you would fail to realize how sick I am of this. -retaliated Ellen- Taunting Viola a bit before her father came was enough. Now I want to put an end to this, kill her, and take her body as my rightful prize."
"Ahh...very good." -continued the demon- "Still as straightforward and ruthless as you ever were. Well, if you really want that I will not stop you. Just do me a favor and keep her alive a bit more to make her suffering act as sugar on my meal. If anything, gluttony is a sin I love to commit."
The rain around them kept falling, and Ellen was somehow hypnotized by it. She thought about what the demon said, and she remembered something. Suffering is actually sort of contagious. Seeing somebody else suffer made the witness suffer as well. She thought about her parents. They gave her a lot of sorrow, and in death, as spirits might be all aware of this.
Maybe they are enjoying it, maybe they are ignoring it, or maybe they are full of regret. Ellen was satisfied with all of these. For if they are now spirits who linger, they are going to see just what they have unleashed upon this world. It was their fault Ellen became what she is now.
Therefore, every single person that Ellen has murdered, tortured, or imprisoned in her long past as a witch, it was also indirectly their fault. This meant that if there was some sort of force that watched over and judged people by their deeds in life, her parents might receive a judgment so heavy that it will cause them pain more than Ellen could ever imagine.
And in a dark way, this made Ellen very happy. Revenge is what she wanted upon her parents for a long time, and now she could deliver towards them as much as she wanted. One of the nearby bushes rustled a bit. It attracted Ellen's and the demon's attention for a moment, but both were so filled with glamour that they turned back on their current business.
"Fine...fine. I will give you some time. -Said the former witch- At least I can watch her despair even more...this will serve as vengeance for my parents. They will see what they have wrought and when they do..." -Ellen put on a wide smile- "...they will despair far more than I ever did."
"Dark wisdom Ellen. -Said the demon- You have learned well. After all...you had an excellent mentor. And I have to tell you, you do your best when you are cruel and dark like this."
"I swear you are the worst when you try to feign kindness and praise. Just shut up and be glad I still do a favor for you." -Ellen responded.-
The demon simply took this as a minor, meaningless insult. Ellen was arrogant because of her victory now. When the time comes, she will be taught a lesson. A lesson which will even break and chain her dark soul.
Viola was now between life and death. She could barely hear or even feel everything. What's the time...is even time still flowing? She could not tell. All she heard was blurs of noises and humming. Everything was slowly becoming empty. Even these noises faded...but after some time, she did not know how much, she heard a sequence of noises which she barely recognized… it was the sound of a gun.
But it was somewhat different. Viola was used to the deep, bellowing sound of her father's hunting rifle which took its time between shots. What she heard then had a higher sound, and seemed to fire in a repeated, quick succession. She also heard a man shout, but her state made it seem like a distant echo trapped in time.
Viola felt the sensation of being touched and lifted, with the last of her strength she could guess that the man she heard was doing something to her. At that moment, everything faded to black.
In the forest around the Witch's House:
Bushes rustled and the wind blew as a person rummaged through the wet foliage. It was a man in his late thirties, but a hardened and solemn man. After some time of speeding forward, he decided to sit down for a bit under a huge oak tree. Now that events have took a short step, time for a description:
This man looked somewhat older than how old he actually was. He was of medium stature, but of a sturdy build. He had deep brown eyes which reflected years of hard work in soul. His complexion was hardy, but it also had a tinge of kindness on it. His skin was mildly tanned, and visible marks of past bruises were scattered here and there. He had a brown crew cut, paired with a short, but strong brown beard.
He wore clothes that made him look quite tough. A dark brown coat with a black shirt under it which had four pockets, two of which contained different items. A pair of black, thick pants and a pair of black boots fortified by a little steel on the inside, though just enough to not cause major discomfort. He was also wearing a pair of brown gloves, and a wide fur hat adorned with a hammer symbol made out of gold. He was carrying a gray bag on his back, and a sub-machine gun with a drum magazine and an outlandish design.
His clothing of choice was not by accident, as the weather seemed oddly cold today. While he was sitting under the oak, he noticed an item in the of the side pockets of his large bag, a small book which was locked. The lock on it did not seem to be an everyday occurrence, because of its design. It was pentagonal in shape, and had two keyholes on it instead of one.
It was made out of smooth black metal. The man carried this item for a long time now, but he never found out its true purpose or nature. The history of this item, although important, shall be explained later. All he knew is that it had the name "Meryl" on it.
As he was tinkering about this, a scream bellowed in the air. It was of inexplicable nature to him, all he could decipher is that it was inhumanly deep and it seemed to be coming from something supernatural. He quickly regained his energy because of this, and started going even faster towards the place which he knew as The Witch's House.
This was an event that he anticipated for hours now. As memories from the past bursted out, he became even more dedicated to his objective than ever. Images of a group of people...one in particular stood out. The person had a strange appearance, and the others were frightened of the figure.
But the man whisked away the memory. This was not time for remniscience or nostalgia. After a few minutes of running, he saw the forest clear up in front of him. He heard the shouting of a man, and only moments afterwards a lightning came down from the skies. He was not sure about what was going on, but nevertheless he quickened his steps.
Soon, the forest cleared up some more, and the image of a path emerged. He stopped under another oak, and used the great tree's canopy as a cover from the rain. Dropping down the bag and getting out a pair of binoculars, he watched the path.
What he saw was almost what he expected. He saw four figure there, with one of them being much smaller than the other three. A man lying on his stomach, a blonde girl standing and making gestures towards another girl who was lying on the ground...in a horrible state. Next to her was a black cat. The man was witnessing the scene of Ellen, Viola, Travis and the demon cat.
These were the moments when Ellen and the demon had their short discussion, after Travis has been struck unconscious. The man picked up his bag and carefully went in closer. He could now overhear the conversation.
"What a bummer...well Viola, you might think now that this little coincidence will save, but just you wait...I will kill you myself if your father does not."
"Wait my little. You are doing it wrong."
Slight pause. The man saw the demon cat walking up to Viola, and form this he could already guess something was bonkers here. First off, the cat was talking. Second, the girl it was approaching not only had an uncommon appearance in general, but Viola's state made him wonder even more. What in blazes has happened to her? Did that blonde girl do this? She might have...given that she was just promising death to the purple-haired one.
"Hmmm…delicious. Not just the blood, but what is happening inside. This massive suffering. I have felt greater before, but I must say you did a good job Ellen. My little witch. But do you not remember what I taught you before?"
"Shut your mouth. I no longer need you. Now that I am free of that wreckage of a body, I will be able to live a life of my desires without your help, or the help of any other demon."
That wreckage of a body...those words made the man think. So apparently the blonde girl was not in her original body, but she stole one. But how did this relate to that ghoulish-looking girl a bit farther? Maybe...that is her original body? It made sense him, as the word "wreckage" fitted Viola's state perfectly. More past memories came, again of the same group of people, before they faded as quickly as they came. He began suspecting that these two girls were related exactly in the way he suspected.
"Brave words, but all I wanted to tell is that you should have let the girl die to her pain instead of shooting her. Souls which died of suffering make much better meals, but I am surprised that out of all people you are the one who failed to realize this."
"And I am surprised that out of anyone in this world, you would fail to realize how sick I am of this. Taunting Viola a bit before her father came was enough. Now I want to put an end to this, kill her, and take her body as my rightful prize."
The obscurity of the situation faded, and the man realized many things. He took a warning to himself that it might be only theory, but he began to build up a hypothesis of his own concerning the situation. That man on the ground was "Viola"'s father, and that "wreckage"-trapped girl was "Viola", whose body was stolen by that other girl.
But what was up with the cat talking about "meals"? Did it mean that mutilated girl? And what is the relation between the cat and that body-thief? A moment passed, and now he had a theory in his mind for that as well. If the blonde girl was in fact a body-thief, then the talking cat was either a malevolent spirit she formed a contract with, or some other kind of spirit which somehow knew the girl.
"Ahh...very good. Still as straightforward and ruthless as you ever were. Well, if you really want that I will not stop you. Just do me a favor and keep her alive a bit more to make her suffering act as sugar on my meal. If anything, gluttony is a sin I love to commit."
"Fine...fine. I will give you some time. At least I can watch her despair even more...this will serve as vengeance for my parents. They will see what they have wrought and when they do...they will despair far more than I ever did."
"Dark wisdom Ellen. You have learned well. After all...you had an excellent mentor. And I have to tell you, you do your best when you are cruel and dark like this."
"I swear you are the worst when you try to feign kindness and praise. Just shut up and be glad I still do a favor for you."
Dark wisdom...yes, it was clear now that the blonde girl, who is apparently "Ellen" was in fact in cahoots with the cat...thing. The way they talk to each other, the things they say, it all made sense now. "Ellen" was an occultist of some sorts, and that blasted cat was her familiar. The man loaded his sub-machine gun with strange, blue bullets and put some oil, a lighter, and a wooden cross in his large pockets, and ran into the scene.
Thunder roared in the background as the man got behind Ellen. She turned around hearing his heavy footsteps, and saw him for a moment. The man bludgeoned the girl with the stock of his weapon, and although he did not know for sure, the blow was not fatal. Ellen was merely knocked unconscious, and now there was only the cat left. Purple, luminescent haze began to gather around the black feline, and it face the man.
"WHO ARE YOU? HOW DARE YOU COME BETWEEN ME AND MY MEAL? EXPLAIN YOURSELF!"
"My identity is none of your concern infernal wretch! All that matters is that you will have to find another meal for yourself, if you get the chance to do it at all!"
He fired some of the blue rounds at the cat, wounding it. A distorted, devilish scream came from it.
"GAAHH...WHERE DID YOU GET THOSE?"
"This is none of your business either! But do not think I will wait for you to catch up just for the sake of drama!"
At that moment, he took out his wooden cross, poured it into oil and ignited it with his lighter while covering the objects from the rain by hunching over them. He threw the blazing cross at the demon, which was repelled by it and with a loud, deep meow the demon's host gave its last breath.
The demon's true form, a purple haze, formed above the man, but it could not come closer. The fire from the burning cross turned a white color, and began circling the demon, until it went farther away.
"This is not over mortal! You might have taken my delicious soul away from me now…but I will remember this. I shall take another witch under my wings, train her to be a true instrument of pain and death...and hunt you down."
"I'll wait for that! It is enough for me that I have shown today that mankind is not defenseless against the likes of you! Now begone!"
With one last howl, the purple haze went away into the distance, not to be seen again. The man immediately turned to Viola.
"Can you hear me? Can you still feel anything around you?"
Viola only reacted with a gurgle...but that was enough. The man picked her up, ran back to the bushes to pick up his bag and carried both Viola and the bag back to his hideout in the foot of a rocky mountain, just bordering the forest.
"Do not be afraid. I will help you. Surprising as it might sound, this is not the first time I have seen the supernatural manifest itself. I will do my best to get you out of this madness. And if I fail, I shall take the responsibility of your death up with full acceptance."
END OF CHAPTER 1
Well guys, this concludes the first chapter. I'm going to clear some things now:
-I kept the name Travis for Viola's father because that is supposedly his name in the original TWH works
-I left this chapter in that early cliffhanger because there are some things I seriously need to think over to not mess up the story later
-The next chapter will be a cartload longer
I hope you enjoyed this story of mine, judge it for yourselves, and thank for reading. :)