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Chapter 3-Three Witches, an Immortal Black Cat, and One Very Freaked Out Tony
Tony's POV
Tony wasn't often scared, but right now, he was terrified.
"Probie," Tony tried again, "what's going on."
"I…told…you…not…to…light…it," McGee managed in rather shaky breaths, the inhuman moans still going on in the back of his throat between every few words.
"That's it," Tony said, worried. "I'm calling you an ambulance."
"No!" McGee screeched. Literally, screeched. His voice sounded like a yowl. A cat's yowl. "There's… no… time," he gasped. "Besides…can't…help."
And then he reached up to his throat, and yanked off a strange, circular amulet silver in color. The amulet flashed blue for a moment, and then with a pained gasp McGee dropped to all fours.
There was a flash of green light, and then Tony's partner was gone, and there was a black cat with gleaming yellow eyes in his place.
"P-Probie?"
The cat jumped up onto the table next to the candle, facing Tony with determined, confident yellow cat-eyes, a look Tony had never seen in McGee's own eyes. But, then again, these were McGee's eyes, or at least he thought they were.
"Nice going, Tony," the cat snapped sarcastically. It was McGee's voice, except he had a British accent, and he was taking on a tone Tony had never heard him use before.
"You can talk," Tony said, dumbfounded, befuddled.
"Yeah, no kidding," McGee the cat said. "Now come on, we have to get the spell book before they show up. It's in that drawer." The cat jerked his black-furred head in the direction of his desk.
Tony stood there, still staring.
"Don't just stand there; get it! In case you haven't noticed, I don't have opposable thumbs anymore!"
That got Tony to move. I jerked open the desk drawer and felt inside until he found a large book bound in something he knew wasn't leather.
"What is this?"
"It's Winifred's spell book," the cat-McGee-said in a tone Tony couldn't identify, as if there were too many emotions mixed in it. "It's bound in human skin, a human eye embedded in the cover, and was given to her by the Devil himself."
"Ew!" Tony almost dropped it, and the cat must of noticed, because he snapped.
"It's not going to hurt you, Tony," McGee snapped. "But if we don't get the hell out of here they will. Come one!" The cat jumped of the table and headed to the door, scratching at it.
He spun around and looked at Tony. "Don't just stand there! I can't open it, and unless you want to be attacked by witches-"
"Witches?!"
"Yes, Tony, witches. Pointy hats, brooms, spells, tend to turn people into cats…"
"Is that what happened to you, Probie?" Tony asked, finding he surprisingly excepting of all this. Normally this would be Abby's sort of thing. Maybe he was just too in shock to start freaking out yet, fear or not.
"I'll explain later, now come on."
But it was too late-the door burst open to reveal three women dressed as witches.
The first one to speak had hair so pale it was almost white. "Where are we Winnie, and-" she gasped with glee. "It's a boy! He's not as young as the Binx one, but he's cute. Can I play with him? Can I, can I?"
"Shut up, Sarah," the redheaded witch snapped. "He has my book!"
But before they could even move towards Tony, McGee the cat launched himself on the witch called 'Winnie's' head.
"Run, Tony! I'll catch up with you!" the cat yowled, while Winnie screamed, "Sisters, get this beast off of me!"
And for once, Tony actually listened to his Probie.
McGee/Binx's POV
Claw, bite, scratch-Binx attacked mercilessly, but he know that nothing he dis would harm them permanently. Only the sun could do that.
A part of him wanted to be mad a Tony, but Binx know he didn't mean anything of it. He didn't know this would happen.
Besides, McGee, Binx, he wasn't sure which he was now, knew that this would happen some day. An airhead virgin would light the candle, or in this case, an airhead non-virgin hiring an actual virgin to do it for him.
And then Winifred grasped Binx by his scruff, and flung him out the window, where he landed temporarily dead beside his partner.