Here it is, people of the corn. The FOURTH chapter. Cue the Applause! And Cue the reading of the reader.

I awoke the next morning and used my senses to survey the situation. I was cold, which meant that Abigail was no longer in the bed with me. I could smell something akin to oatmeal cooking downstairs and my mouth began watering as my stomach growled with hunger. I could hear angry voices downstairs, no doubt Abigail and Parris, which meant that something must have happened to make the reverend angry.

I sighed and slowly opened my eyes. I was still in the dress from yesterday so I changed back into the clothes I had come in. Moving quietly, I wondered how I could get down the creaky stairs without them hearing me. I decided to go back to my assassin training and skateboarded the banister. For you twenty-first century dwellers, that means I slid quickly and quietly down the banister until I made it to the end. Paris and Abigail were in the kitchen engaged in a heated argument.

"…my fault! She did not tell me of any allergies, Uncle." Abigail shot at the red-faced reverend.

"And why did you not ask her about it first?" Parris demanded.

"I thought she would have known the kind of pie, Uncle!" Abigail spat, her hands on her hips as her eyes flashed. "I did not think that she would eat something without knowing what it was. Excuse me for not asking first."

"No, I will not excuse you. She is my responsibility and yet she was nearly killed because of you."

"She is not on your watch!" Abigail hissed. "I am the one she is with. I take care of her, Uncle. She is merely in your house. And she was not nearly killed because of me. She was saved because of me. Had I not plunged the surgeon's needle into her arm, she would be dead."

I decided to step in now before things got ugly. "Excuse me?" They both turned to me and both smiled reassurance. "I mean no disrespect, Reverend, but Abby is correct. Had she not used my needle, I would not still be here. I believe you have a blessing from God because your niece be a miracle for me."

Paris' eyes widened and he glanced at Abigail in shock. I held back a snicker as I winked at Abigail. She smiled softly at me and looked back up at her uncle. "My apologies, Uncle. I did not mean you any disrespect."

Paris sighed heavily. "Do not worry, Child. We both got a tad out of hand. I will get Tituba to finish breakfast for me and then we will head into town to the market."

Abigail nodded and strode over to me, placing a hand on my forehead. "You are well again, I see. Last night, you were sporting quite a fever."

"I feel well, Abby." I said softly, taking her hand in mine and squeezing it gently.

Abigail nodded and sat at the table, motioning for me to sit as well. Betty watched our interaction curiously before going back to her oatmeal. "Are you well enough to accompany me to the Proctor home tomorrow?" Abigail inquired.

"Aye." I replied as Tituba set a bowl of oatmeal in front of me. "I do not think I should shirk my duties simply because of a bit of illness. Though Mister Proctor may be upset that I am coming into his home while still recovering."

"Just leave Mr. Proctor to me." Abigail smirked, taking a bite of her oatmeal. I nodded and continued my meal, wondering what she meant by that statement. If she's already having an affair with Proctor then it was going to be hard convincing her that he was making advances on me. I shrugged and decided to leave it for the following day.

Walking with Abigail the next day, I smiled as I kept close to her. She didn't seem to mind which I took as a good sign of the plan working. The only thing that it rested on now was my acting skills. I prayed this worked. Arriving at the Proctor home, Abigail and I met up with John Proctor.

"Good morning, girls." He called, waving to us as we approached.

"Good morning, Mr. Proctor." Abigail and I both murmured.

While Abigail headed into the house to begin the inside work, I began straightening the yard. Proctor stopped in his own work and stared at me for a moment. "You know, there be a rake in the shed."

I turned to him briefly before nodding and hurrying around to the shed. Glancing at the structure, I slowly examined it and a plan began formulating in my head. Slowly opening the door in case of squeaky hinges before grabbing a shovel and leaning it against the side of the house. Shutting the door just as quietly as before, I used my miniature laser to weld it shut. Heading back around to the other side of the house, I approached Mr. Proctor.

"Sir, I believe the shed door be stuck. I cannot open it."

Proctor sniffed and tossed aside his hoe. "Weakling women. Show me."

Showing him the shed, I lifted the shovel above my head and turned it at the correct angle. I wanted to knock him out after all. Murder was only intended for one person in this situation. Bringing the shovel down on the large man's head, I hissed as it made a sharp clunk sound. John fell unconscious as I had intended though.

Lifting his body, I pressed his hand against my breast and the other against my behind. Then, I slipped my arms closer to my body so that it seemed he was keeping me in a vice like grip. Using this to my advantage, I held onto him by his shirt so that Abigail wouldn't be able to tell. Lastly, I bucked my hips against his to make his head roll onto my neck, so that it seemed like he was biting me.

Man, I haven't done this much work since I had to kill a specific type of Tyrannosaurus. Opening my mouth, I let out a loud cry of, hopefully, shock and waited for Abigail to come running around the corner before I looked scared.

"Miss Abby!" I gasped, feigning fright as I kept John in this meticulous position.

"Angel, what are you doing?" Abigail demanded, her eyes fiery. Man I love redheads. Wait, I need to focus on my task. Right, framing for attempted debauchery or something of the like.

"Miss Abby… please help me. He has got me and I cannot get loose…" I frowned before looking at her with what I hoped appeared to be large frightened eyes. My eyes don't get big and fear isn't something I've felt since this one time with a minotaur and some rattlesnakes… never mind.

Back on track once more. I gazed at her with what I hoped was a pleading look. I mean, I had been practicing for a year or two before this mission, but I didn't know if it would work. Abigail looked a bit skeptical and so I had to make this more convincing. Proctor was getting heavy so I needed to do this quickly before I dropped him. I shifted slightly and his head moved from my neck to my chest.

Abigail's eyes widened and, just to add fuel to the fire, I leaned my head back and bit my lip to give the impression that I was trying not to like it. Quite frankly, I didn't, which made it easier for me to act like I was trying not to. The redhead moved forward quickly and grabbed Proctor. I helped with her force, pushing him back with enough force that he slammed into the building opposite, giving the impression that he hit his head and that's what knocked him out.

Abigail turned to me with fiery eyes and, for a few seconds, I was afraid she didn't believe me. But to my great surprise and relief, she grabbed me by my collar and pulled me into a kiss. I stiffened, not used to anyone kissing me in a long time. After a few seconds, I decided to throw caution to the wind for a moment and kissed back. I mean, her lips were so soft, how could I not?

After a moment, she pulled back and smiled at me. Hopefully, I had the appropriate dazed look in my eyes. She grabbed my hand and led me back around to the front of the house and we began our trek home. I stayed quiet the whole way, knowing that an attempted rape victim wouldn't be inclined to talk as much. We made it back to Paris' house early and Abigail took me upstairs.

I was treading unfamiliar territory now and I was treading it very lightly. Emotions were the key, but even I couldn't tell exactly how to tweak a person's emotions to get them to do as I wanted them to. Because of that, it took me completely off guard when Abigail pushed me down onto the bed and landed on top of me. I lost my breath for a second because her weight landed on my chest. When I finally got it back, it was stolen again as she pressed her lips to mine.

Let me tell you something. I haven't had a kiss in over three hundred years. It's not because I haven't found the right guy, but that I don't want to find the right guy. I'm perfectly happy on my own. Or so I thought. Feeling Abigail's lips on mine sent old fires through my body. Fires that I had long since thought were gone and taken care of.

Abby moaned and I felt something soft in my hand. When did I put my hand in her hair? Her own hand was under my shirt, stroking along my stomach and ribs. No! my mind hissed at me. It's too soon. Witchcraft. I groaned in frustration at that, but understood. Slowly beginning to sit up, Abigail took the hint and rolled off me, sitting up as well.

"M-Miss Abby." I panted. What? Kissing takes a lot out of a person.

"Do not speak, Angel." Abigail ordered, standing from her position. I instantly fell silent, wondering what she was thinking. She turned to me and grinned. "Would you like to take revenge on John Proctor?"

"I would." I murmured, my eyes never leaving hers.

"Then stay here and I will be back to get you tonight. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Miss Abby." Hm, no wonder the other girls followed her around. The girl was a natural born leader. I watched as Abigail left the room and I let out a slow breath. The kissing had been intense, but now that she was gone I could get my mind back on my task. The assignment to kill her was going as planned and soon I would be able to go back home.

I needed to sleep. If I didn't sleep then I would have this pulsing in my body for the rest of the day. Lying down on the bed, I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off, seeing nothing but red in my vision.

Wow, that's a lot of girls. I thought as Abigail led me to a clearing in the forest just outside of town. We were the last to arrive at the clearing and all of the girls turned to us as we entered. Mercy glanced at me and smiled, happy to see that I was well. I returned it before switching my attention to Abigail as she began speaking.

"Earlier today, one of our own was threatened." She called to the clearing. "'Twas early this noon that our dear Angel was overtaken by the advances of a man and her body abused by him. She was powerless, as we all are, to stop such a figure of the public from soiling her, but she was quick-witted enough to call for help. 'Tis too often that that happens."

She paused and every girl in the group shifted at the light of the fire shining from her eyes and making them appear even brighter.

"I refuse to let that happen again." Abigail snarled, the girls all nodding in agreement. I watched them all closely, wondering if they actually believed in this stuff. I suppose I wouldn't find out until Abigail actually started doing something.

"Mercy, you know what to do." Mercy nodded and moved further away, slipping form her dress. I turned my head away and watched as Abigail and a few of the other girls began dancing around the flame, Tituba beginning to sing an old tribal chant. Abigail took my hands in hers and led me into the dance. I was kind of awkward at first. My mother always did tell me I had two left feet.

Gradually, I got up enough spirit to let most of my tension go, but I continued watching the girls. They seemed to be having fun with this. All of them except Mary, anyway. She seemed especially tense, even more so than I was. Her eyes kept shifting and her movements were subdued. I wonder what had her so upset.

Slowly, the dance stopped until Abigail and I were the only ones dancing. She stopped me and twirled around the fire, touching the foreheads of all of the girls in turn. Finally coming back to me, she smiled and the other girls smiled at me with her. I stared around at them all, wondering if I had missed something.

My head was getting fuzzy and I knew whatever spell she had created was taking effect. I hated this part of the job. I had to follow a witch once before and it ended up with me getting a broken arm and her making me drink her blood so I could get better. I hope this wasn't like that time.

Abigail moved closer to me, large green eyes surveying my form as the other girls watched her and I kept my gaze locked with hers, not wanting to seem weak and look away. She reached a hand up to stroke my face and the fuzziness in my head grew to near blackout quality. Without warning, all of the other girls began dropping like apples and I glanced around, mildly confused. Looking back up at Abigail, I noticed that she was as pale as I usually was and wondered if she would be okay.

"My Angel." She murmured, stroking my cheek again just before her eyes rolled in her head. I watched as her body jerked oddly for a few seconds before crumpling to the ground like a dropped puppet.

Within seconds, I followed.

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