Las Cazadoras de la Bruja

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Episode 1: The Beginning at the end of the Story

Dido was not a happy woman. She had been one of the witches on the council who was in favor of killing Ellis. The news that she would be allowed to live came as a pretty nasty shock to her. What made it even worse was the fact that not only would Ellis be allowed to live, she was to be recognized as an actual witch, and not as an abomination created by man.

She was leaning against the wall of one of the hallways located within the council's main building, located in a [CLASSIFIED] location somewhere in [CLASSIFIED]. The fact that she was angry was made plainly clear by her action of thumping the back of her head against the wall.

It just didn't make sense, she thought to herself. After all the fuss, all the trouble, all the worrying that the council made over the girl, and they were just going to LET HER GO?

She gave out a disgruntled moan as another witch approached her.

"Dido, if you insist on being angry, I would prefer that you don't unnecessarily kill any brain cells while doing so. That's what drinking is for."

After giving out more angry noises, she stood, hunched over, and turned away. After taking a couple of steps, she spoke.

"Sister Kennedy, you know how angry the general opinion of the council has made me. I mean, what was it all for, all the chasing, all the observing? We should have at least captured the girl at some point!" she said, punctuating the last point with a fist to the wall.

"Sister Dido is right." Spoke another witch, much older than either Kennedy or Dido, who had observed Dido's moping and decided to join in (after all, moping is a far more pleasurable experience when you have others to mope with you).

"Sister Maria, I assume you understand what Dido is saying?" asked Kennedy.

"Of course I do! After all, she and I were among the faction that wanted to kill the girl. I have as much reason to be angry as she is!"

"Well, may I ask, what are you two going to do now? It is forbidden to go against the will of the council. To do so would only invite trouble into our own lives." Spoke Kennedy.

Dido growled, sighed, and proceeded to walk off down the hallway.

"I mean, what are you going to do, go off and start your own council with the primary goal of killing the girl?" continued Kennedy.

Dido stopped momentarily, turned around, and stared at Kennedy for a moment (or at least, as much as a hood would indicate that someone was staring in a particular direction). After that, she came up quickly in front of her and hugged her, laughing softly.

"Kennedy, there's a reason you're my friend." She said, and after that she went running off down the hall, alternating between giggling and flat-out laughter, leaving behind a very confused Kennedy in her wake.

"Poor thing," spoke Maria, "she's gone flat-out loca!"

Several years later

After not hearing much from her close friend Dido for several years (and only seeing her personally a couple of times), Kennedy had come to the conclusion that Maria was right and that her Dido had indeed gone insane. Thus, it came as a very great surprise to her that she got an invitation to come to some new "secret base" that Dido had constructed over the past several years.

Kennedy, after making preparations for a neighbor to watch after her dog and house, left for the place Dido had specified in the invitation, located in [CLASSIFIED] in the country of [CLASSIFIED].

She was, however, not at all prepared to witness just what her friend had been up to the past several years.

Kennedy reached the location via helicopter, landing at a location near to where the "secret base" was located. Dido was waiting for her in a large black SUV. They were both, as Dido requested in the letter, wearing their witch's robes, a little fact that failed to escape the mind of the helicopter pilot (just probably another weird, eccentric billionaire having guests for some wild party, thought the pilot).

"I'm glad to see you after so long, Dido," began Kennedy, "but I can't help but wonder what all of this is about."

"Oh, you'll see in due time, my sister." Said Dido.

After driving for about five minutes, they reached the location of the "secret base". From the outside, it looked like a fairly ordinary building, if just a bit tastefully done in a pseudo-Latin American style.

"So this is the 'secret base'? If you were just building a Summer-home, why didn't you just tell me?"

"You'll see, sister, just wait!" Dido said as she led the way inside. Upon entering, Kennedy noted how very empty the place seemed, sparsely decorated with furniture and decorations. Entering the kitchen, Kennedy was surprised to see another guest: none other than Sister Maria.

"Well, now I'm doubly surprised. What are you doing here, Sister Maria?"

"How could you tell with my hood on?" asked Maria.

"Well… really, that's a good question." Answered Kennedy, and after a brief exchange of (hooded) glances, the idea was exchanged between the two of them that it probably was better not to think too hard on the subject.

"Oh, I'm so excited, I feel like a schoolgirl on her first date!" spoke Dido as she went this way and that about the kitchen, picking up things only to seemingly forget why, in the fashion that people often do while excited or anxious about something.

Kennedy waited for about a minute, and then, starting to lose patience, asked "Well, are you going to tell me why you brought me here, and why Maria is here as well?"

Dido stopped, turned around with a smile on her face, and started to explain herself.

"Well, for starters, I figured it would be best if there were three people here on this joint venture of mine. Maria was here from the start, but I just couldn't envision myself doing any of this without you here!"

"Secondly, remember way back a few years ago, when the council decided to let that fake-witch live? Well, what you are about to see is the product of my search for vengeance! Maria, push the button!"

Maria got up, went over to an outlet with a black square button, a green triangular button, and a red round button, and pressed the red one. Just as she did that, Kennedy was shocked that the room seemed to begin to move, which in all actuality it was.

"Wh-what's going on here, Dido?!"

The kitchen was going under the ground, down a clearly man-made shaft. After about a minute, it arrived at its destination, a large, semi-circular metallic chamber that must have been hundreds of feet wide and tall. At the opposite end was a raised platform with a microphone, with several chairs behind it. In the middle of the room was a circular depression that appeared to be able to open up to something, but exactly what Kennedy was not sure.

Dido jumped off from the kitchen floor (which was raised a foot or so off the ground) and ran on over to the raised platform, beckoning Kennedy and Maria to follow after her.

"What, what… what in the world is this place?!" exclaimed Kennedy.

"I told her I thought it was a little big, but she insisted on a big meeting chamber. She's definitely loca, alright." Replied Maria.

"Wait, then you knew about all this?!"

Kennedy was disengaged from her surprise by a loud voice that seemed to fill the room. It was Dido speaking from the microphone.

"Now, my sister, all will be laid clear now! What you see before you is the work of several years! I have labored, through my connections and my own iron will, to have this place made in order to execute our plans thoroughly and without mistake!" exclaimed Dido.

"I'm sorry, Dido. This is very nice and all, but… what plans?" asked Kennedy.

"Why, it is surprising you ask that, my sister! For it you who gave me the very idea itself to build this place!"

"What in blue heavens do you mean?" after a moment of shocked silence.

"Remember, back to that faithful day, the day the council declared the hunt for the fake-witch to be over? You said it yourself: 'I mean, what are you going to do, go off and start your own council with the primary goal of killing the girl?' This is it! This is how we're going to do it! This is how we're going to KILL. THAT. GIRL!"

Ellis suddenly sneezed as she sat in the front seat of the jeep, on the road yet again with Nadie.

"Excuse me."

"No problem." Replied Nadie.

"I wonder if somebody is talking about me?"

"Hmm… well, if they are, they're probably saying stuff like 'Did you see that cute girl the other day with short blonde hair?' or 'Man, that blonde girl the other day sure was something!' or something along those lines."

Even as Ellis giggled at Nadie's guessing, Nadie still allowed a little worry to creep into the back of her mind. At least, I hope that's what they're saying.

For you see, though Ellis has not been on the wanted list for quite some time now, she and Nadie have made their fair share of enemies over the years. Dealing with the occasional scumbag out for vengeance was usually no problem as Ellis had developed her skills to the point where she was able to defend herself in most circumstances. However, it was the ones that came after her with a purpose other than vengeance that had Nadie worried. She didn't understand American politics well, but she knew that Rosenberg had quite a number of people he stayed in contact with, and at least some of those people did not want the two primary witnesses to his actions to be allowed to relate them to anybody, in fear that the information might in some way tie what he did with themselves.

She had found this out soon after she and Ellis had hit the road again after having settled down for a while. When they went to meet with Ricardo and Lirio, Ricardo related that he had heard that there were several Americans in town that had been seeking out bounty hunters who knew something about the two of them. According to Ricardo, that's probably how the two transvestite bounty hunters found them again: because somebody had told them.

And this fact worried Nadie to no end.

There was another, more personal thing that worried her regarding Ellis, but every time her subconscious wanted to elaborate on it, another part of her mind viciously beat it down, kicked it aside, and for good measure, spat on it, and Nadie for the life of her couldn't figure out why. It was such a simple thing, but part of her mind didn't want to think about it, and at that she allowed it to remain.

"Nadie?"

"Yeah, Ellis?"

"You keep looking me. Is something the matter?"

"Uh, no, not really, it's just beca-"

"Because you're on the wrong side of the road."

"…eh?!"

Nadie realized that she was, indeed, on the wrong side of the road. After correcting herself (and thanking whatever spirit looked after her that there wasn't a big rig coming at her this time), she went on to continue her sentence, only to be interrupted by Ellis.

"Because?"

"Umm… i-it's just that… well… it's getting pretty late out, and I was wondering if you wanted to stop now and camp it out for the night, or try to find someplace where we could get a bed?"

After a moment's consideration, Ellis responded.

"A bed would be nice."

"Alright, then a place to crash for the night it is! Hang on!"

"Yes, sir!"

Ellis knew, as she and Nadie sped on down the road, that Nadie wanted to say something more important than to ask what her preferences for tonight's lodging were. And she had a pretty good idea what it was. But for the moment, she was content to let the thought go, as watching Nadie speed down the road, with that sparkle in her eye that she loved more than almost anything else in the world, was much more worthy of thought at the moment.

Kennedy wanted to kick herself. She wanted to kick herself very, very badly. She often felt this way due to her own personal quirks, but this time she desired the ability to clone herself, or at least her leg, for the sole purpose of kicking herself with it.

"So, what do you think? Pretty impressive place I have built here, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Come, my dear sister! Gather around me as we plot the demise of that girl, that mockery of true witch-hood!"

Kennedy was about to protest, wanting a more thorough explanation as to how this place got built (namely, by who), but was interrupted from doing so by Maria walking past her and nudging her.

"Just do what she says." She said with just a hint of resignation.

Kennedy was going to protest but, realizing that was going to get her nowhere, joined Maria by Dido's side. Dido was holding an ancient obsidian mirror, the kind that one would find here and there in the Americas from before the days of the Spaniards.

"Do you see this? It is a very special mirror. Crafted from the finest obsidian, said by ancient witches of the Mexica to have belonged to the god Tezcatlipoca himself, this mirror allows, when one recites the proper words, to gaze out to anywhere in the world, in order to observe the actions of those being watched and to plan accordingly!"

Kennedy was actually quite amazed at the site of it (it was, after all, very finely crafted). To be in the presence of a magical artifact said to have been used by the gods was a great honor; she just wished it was under saner circumstances.

"So, do you know the correct words to recite?" she asked.

"Of course! I have made sure to check with the greatest witches of the modern Mexica to make sure that I recite the words properly, in both syntax and pronunciation. Come! Let the ceremony begin!"

Dido drew from her robe several sheets of paper, which she passed around to Maria and Kennedy.

"Is this the spell?"

"Yes, yes! Now, let's say it, on the mark of three!"

Just back out of it now, thought Kennedy to herself, just back out of it now. Come up with some excuse. Say that you just suddenly remembered something very important you had to do at the moment, or that you felt that your house-sitter was doing lewd and lascivious things to your dog, or something like that. Just as long as you weren't here.

"One!"

Come on, Kennedy, you can do this. Mess up a line! Say that you were recently diagnosed with a speech impediment! Anything!

"Two!"

…you know, just forget it. Welcome to the rest of your life, I guess.

At that thought, Kennedy suddenly realized that maybe, just maybe, her subconscious was aware of some future events that her conscious mind was not, and was desperately trying to warn her.

So this is what Cassandra must have felt like…

"Three!"

The three witches than began to sing out their spell in order to activate the mirror.

Vee, vee, vesosochi testakli!

Aa, aa, aa testakli testaklibocaho!

Chi, chi, chiteklaklostiloni

Ii, ii, ii chimia da mogale!

Suddenly, the mirror started to glow, and then it began showing a wild array of images and colors before finally settling on an overhead view of two girls driving down a road.

"Yes, YES, that's them!" cried Dido triumphantly.

"Well, that's impressive, but there's a slight problem." Said Kennedy.

"And that is?"

"It's too damn small!" exclaimed Maria. Indeed, the three of them were hunched around a mirror only about two four inches wide. While not much of a problem for one person looking at it, it was a pain to have to cluster around it to get a good look.

"Ah, I foresaw this problem, and thus took actions to curb it!" Dido went over with the mirror to what was evidently a control panel set into one of the walls which, for some reason, Kennedy had not noticed earlier. Dido placed the mirror in a circular recess on the control panel, and attached what were apparently several wires that ended in vaguely what looked like alligator clamps. After pressing some meaningful looking buttons on the control panel, the wall parted above the area where the podium was, revealing a large television screen. When it flickered to life, it showed the scene on the mirror, but much, much bigger.

Though very impressed by this certain moment of ingenuity (and also confused as to how she figured out how to do it in the first place), Kennedy still didn't get what all of this was leading to.

"Okay, so we're now essentially stalkers. What next?" she asked.

"What next, my dear sister," began Kennedy, "is that we attempt to kill them with a long-distance spell!"

Kennedy slightly winced at those words. Long-distance spell? Is she out of her mind? One of those hasn't been attempted in ages! Furthermore, we would need far more witches for it to be effective!

Before she could launch into actually saying her thoughts, Dido began to explain the plan in detail.

"You see, my sisters, what I plan to do is a very simple, almost like how satellites work. I have an agent in the field, waiting for me to give the signal to set the spell into motion!"

"You are being wonderfully vague, Dido. Just what are you planning to do, and how are you going to go about it from a distance? You're not making a lick of sense!" spoke a now thoroughly-exasperated Kennedy.

"What I am planning to do," began Dido, giving an unnecessarily dramatic pause, "is to suck them into a wormhole!"

Nadie and Ellis, after having spent about 45 minutes looking for a destination, finally found one in the form of a developing small town that conveniently had a small inn for travelers (ai is it well known, small towns always have a room available to travelling protagonists). After checking out a room, Nadie and Ellis went up to the second floor (in other words, the top floor, as there were not any other floors above it). After bringing in their several bags of belongings that they've accumulated over the time they've been on the road again (such as several pairs of pants, shirts, socks, etc.), they both laid down on the bed.

"Aaah~, it is so nice being able to stretch out on a bed!" exclaimed Nadie in her usual enthusiasm she had whenever they found a place to stay for the night.

Ellis stood at the foot of the bed, looking at Nadie, and then to the rest of the bed, and then back to Nadie.

"Nadie."

"Hm?"

"This is a single-person bed."

There was a silence for a moment. After a brief exchange of glances, Ellis shrugged her shoulders, and jumped onto the bed with Nadie.

"Hey, Ellis, what are you do-"

"I don't mind sharing a bed with Nadie."

"Well, uh, well…"

Nadie was quite aware now that she was blushing. She felt incredibly perplexed: she's slept next to Ellis in the past many times before. And even though many times she caved into the pressure to put her arm around her and pull her closer, this time, she was feeling a different type of temptation. Just exactly what it was, however, she couldn't quite put her finger on. She had that feeling again of her subconscious beating the crap out of a thought in the back of her mind, and she did not know how to explain it.

After a fairly awkward silence, Nadie was broken out of her reverie by Ellis speaking.

"Nadie, is something wrong? Your face feels warm." She said as she put a hand on Nadie's cheek.

"Uh, well, eh-heh…"

Nadie felt the need to put an end to the awkwardness.

"I'm fine, Ellis. Hey, why don't we change into something and go looking around? I'm sure there's at least one shop in this town that sells knick-knacks of some sort."

"Yes, sir!"

Thus they both got off the bed and began getting ready to go look around the town. Ellis was facing the mirror on top of the dresser in the room, and caught site of Nadie taking her cloak off in the reflection. Ellis suddenly reflected back on what happened in the car, and remembered what she thought Nadie had wanted to say. She then thought of what she herself wanted to say to Nadie in the room, what prompted her to jump onto the bed. She knew the real reason why Nadie blushed; what made her sad, though, was that Nadie did not know her own reason for blushing, and at that, Ellis was not entirely sure what made her feel the same.

Kennedy stood dumbstruck as she was listening to Dido. Did she just say "wormhole?" Wormhole? What is this, some kind of b-movie? What the hell is she thinking?

But before Kennedy could motion for an objection, Dido brought her attention to the screen.

"Now, witness, my sisters, as my plan comes to fruition! Tonight, we shall ensure the doom of that fake witch and her companion!"

"Wait, why exactly do we have to kill the companion?" asked Kennedy.

"Well, duh! Revenge! Revenge for making a mockery of us! Revenge for causing Sister Hayward to turn against us and ensure their passage to The Place of Eternity!"

"Ex-Sister Hayward!" proclaimed Maria.

"Well, to be fair, that's more Sister Hay-" began Kennedy.

"Ex-Sister Hayward!" butted in Maria again.

"Okay, ex-Sister Hayward's fault than Nadie's." continued Kennedy.

"I don't care! As long as I get to see both of them gone, I'll be satisfied! As should you, dear Sister!" spoke Dido.

Kennedy at this point was reaching a critical mass. She didn't know whether to burst out screaming, tell Dido and Maria to shove it and go back home, or to just stand there and take it in as her day grew increasingly stranger and less comprehensible.

"Okay we'll go after both of them," began Kennedy, "but what exactly are you planning on doing again? Making a wormhole? Something about satellites?"

"Hm-mm, how observant! For you see, when the moment presents itself, our agent in the field will point a magically-enhanced cylinder at our targets. While he is doing that, over here we'll gather around the ceremonial pit and begin casting our spell. Then, through an array of satellites, we'll beam the finished spell to our agent, where the wormhole would then emerge from the cylinder, and suck in our targets before they even knew what hit them!"

Kennedy did not know whether she should just walk out of the room right at that moment, or to just sit there and stare at Dido.

"Well, what're we waiting for?! Our chance is coming up right now!" yelled out Maria.

Maria pointed towards the screen, which showed Nadie and Ellis descending the stairs form the top of the motel towards the parking lot.

"Sisters! The time for vengeance has come! Let us gather around the ceremonial pit once more!" spoke Dido.

As they took their positions around the pit (which was more like a depression) once more, they observed the screen, waiting from the signal from their agent to cast the spell.

The Agent, a standard goon wearing a suit and shades, crouched hidden behind a conveniently-place pile of barrels. He gripped the cylinder carefully; he knew his mission was an important one.

He belonged to an organization known as MOOC (Modern Operatives Organization Committee), which supplied many of the crime systems of the world with henchmen. The Mafia, Cartels, Triads, even more esoteric groups such as SERN and Les Soldats, made heavy use of MOOC's seemingly-magical ability to find people willing to throw their lives away for a cause they barely ever understood. However, due to a variety of events such as the collapse of a faction of Les Soldats in Europe, the recent Canaan incident in China, and other such mass slaughters of henchmen by gun-touting heroes, MOOC has fallen on hard times, to the point where the late Douglas Rosenberg could only hire a handful of men to do his bidding.

The situation has only worsened since then, and MOOC hoped that any success, no matter how small, would help them to reclaim the power they once had.

His combead buzzed in his ear.

"Agent Lizard-0, do you read?" asked Dido through the combead.

"Yes. Ready to initiate the operation. Just give me the word."

"Good. Just trail them for now until the spell is ready. Once it is, aim the cylinder at the targets and fire it at them."

"Roger."

He followed them for roughly a minute as they walked along the streets of the quiet town. After that, Dido contacted him again.

"Agent Lizard-0, now!"

Lizard-0 took aim at Nadie and Ellis.

Roughly several hours earlier, a construction worker had been eating a brief meal before waiting for the bus to take him to his home some 20 miles away from the small town. His lunch consisted of a sandwich, a container of slightly-bad Gazpacho, and a banana. After consuming his wife's home-made sandwich with glee (she always made the best ham sandwiches) and the gazpacho with something less than glee (it had been in the fridge for a week, a week mostly without power due to a blackout), he ate his banana. After eating the banana, he, without any caution on his part, just threw it to the side and walked on to the bus stop, waiting for his ride home. However the universe had a way with taking careless actions and making them profoundly important later on.

The witches began their incantation. Kennedy was still not so sure it would work. There were three possibilities: It could either not work, and then the three of them would be sucked into the wormhole, falling through it for god knows how long and to where nobody knows. It could work, but get stuck in the system, causing a total failure of the satellite system. It could also work, but completely miss the targets. In either case, she really did not want to be there at that moment.

Dido instructed them to flip over the sheets she had given earlier, to reveal the incancation to speak for the creation of the wormhole.

"Now, my sisters!"

Their haunting chant began, similar to before, but with different words.

O Ramilisar, O Ramilisar!

Saroro dorota eri safior ramito,

Fidor ramito arifi Araror!

A bright sphere formed in the center of the depression, spinning wildly before collapsing itself into a dark sphere. They sang the same verse over and over, growing more frantic as the sphere grew more powerful. A beam than emitted from the ceiling over the pit, and in a moment the sphere was gone.

"The screen, my sisters! Let us observe our handiwork!"

They stared at the screen, eagerly awaiting to see whether they had been successful or had failed.

Eliis and Nadie moved their way through the streets of the small town, looking in through whatever building was still opened to see if anything caught their eye. They came across to a section still under construction, and decided to walk through the small construction site.

Lizard-0 aimed his cylinder at the girls. He took a step to steady himself as the signal carrying the spell came through. However, that step incidentally was on a banana peel that had been left by the careless action of a construction worker just several hours earlier. Though not as slippery in real life as depicted in cartoons and annoyingly-difficult mascot racing games, it still knocked him enough off balance as to when the spell came through, it came off at a less-than-pleasing angle.

Upon emerging from its digitalized journey, the dark sphere collapsed into its final form, a temporary wormhole that would last just long enough to suck in a few objects before it closed. It seemingly went in the direction of our heroines, but there wouldn't be much of a story to tell after this point if the wormhole actually succeeded in its intended action. Instead, after going a few meters, it swerved off to another side, and sucked in a sandbag, a shovel, a brick, and some poor mouse that happened to be too close to save itself, after which the wormhole promptly closed in upon itself.

Lizard-0 had a deep feeling in the pit of his gut that this was probably his last mission for a while that did not involve him being a meat shield.

The three witches gawked at the screen in blind, stupid wonder.

"It… missed…" was all Kennedy was able to say.

"Damn it! I knew we shouldn't have hired some second-rank goon from MOOC!" shouted Maria.

Dido just twitched there, angrily counting numbers in her head to prevent her already fragile mind from disintegrating further into madness, teeth grinding against each other in a way that could only imply complete and utter frustration.

Ellis and Nadie concluded their walk in about an hour, having found nothing really too interested besides a shop that sailed various bizarre trinkets that had closed several hours earlier. Despite the fact that they were ultimately unsuccessful in finding anything of great interest, they were nonetheless happy as they walked back to their room, having enjoyed the tome together on the walk. They had mostly been silent, the only real conversation having happened when Ellis thought she heard someone following them, only to realize it had been some poor guy that had tripped on something, and had proceeded to curdling himself into a ball and sink into what was obviously a state of inner turmoil.

They were beginning their preparations for sleep when the weird, awkward feeling that had occurred twice that day returned to them. It might have been sparked by Nadie stripping to her shirt and underwear, or it might have started when Ellis took off her top to change into a night shirt, revealing the fact that she had been going braless (no big surprise, as she still had very miniscule breasts, and felt no need for one). Nonetheless, that feeling was back, and the both of them desperately wanted it to go away.

"Nadie," Ellis began, but then became indecisive to what she wanted to say. She knew what she wanted to say, but not exactly what she wanted to say.

"Yeah, Ellis?" spoke Nadie in an attempt to break the silence.

"…I've been thinking, since we've been back on the road for a few days…"

"Yeah?"

"…are you happy travelling again?"

Nadie did not exactly what to say. Sure, she missed the days where they were settled down working for the old couple, and sure, she was going to miss the stability, but the thing that she had been missing for the time that she was there was the feeling she had most of her life, wandering from place to place, not knowing what tomorrow may bring.

"Of course, Ellis. Why wouldn't I be-" she stopped as she noticed tears beginning to form on Ellis' face. "Ellis, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"B-because… I wasn't sure if you wanted to go back or not… I feel so selfish, asking you to leave the first stability you've felt in life, just because I wanted to go travelling ag-" Ellis stopped as Nadie embraced her.

"Ellis… please don't cry… you weren't being selfish at all. Truth be told, I wanted to go back out on the road again. I just was having a hard time deciding." She spoke as she brushed her fingers through Ellis' hair. "All you did was helping me realize how I felt."

Ellis began to smile.

"Really?" she spoke as tears rolled down her eyes.

"Yes. Now, how about we lie down and have a nice, relaxing sleep, okay?" said Nadie as she wiped the tears away with her hand.

"Y-yes sir!" affirmed Ellis, as the two of them went to the bed, got under the covers, and slept, Nadie still holding Ellis close to her.

That thought of hers was back again, being beat-up as always but this time, Nadie was sure that it was at least punching back.

VVV Please Read VVV

To the El Cazador fans reading this (as there seems to be an enormous absence of a fandom for this show in general, nonetheless on ), please feel free to review. I know I've probably committed Terminal Sin by beginning the story with original characters (and making you swim through three and a half pages to get to Nadie and Ellis), but I hope you'll endure it, because they're going to be the antagonists from this point out. As to why, it has to do with some of my misgivings regarding the background plot elements, such as the witches coven, the whole deal with the ninja-demons randomly popping up but never doing anything after their first appearance, and everything else in the story that popped up and was never explained again. Though I love the story, as the plot had way more to do with the bond between Ellis and Nadie, these are just things that bug a person like me who wants everything in a plot to have a purpose.

And there you have it. The first chapter to my ambitious Action/Dramedy/Parody story about the conspiracy of a clutch of witches and their malevolent and incompetent plans for an unknowing Ellis and Nadie. I hope you've enjoyed yourselves, and will continue to do so as I continue this little project of mine.