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Chapter 8
Inside thick incense filled the air, swirling down my throat till I felt like I couldn't breathe. Amulets hung from the ceiling and painted symbols crowded the walls, giving the overall picture of chaos. As I took a step inside an old woman came walking out of the back room. She was five foot, long white hair coiled down her back and soft blue eyes shown unnaturally against her face. Despite the innocent appearance something inside me recoiled and the taste of wax oranges spilled over my tongue. She wasn't human.
"Hello." She said, her eyes scanning me, picking me apart like a predator looking for prey. "How can I help you? Maybe a love spell? Or a curse for an enemy?"
"I'm looking to find someone." I said ignoring her.
"Well take a seat and tell me. A love who left you perhaps?" She said her smile twisting into a grimace of distain.
"No I'm looking to find someone who was taken from me." I said as I sat down at the old wooden table.
"Hmm…" she said thoughtful. "Well there are many spells that could suit your need. But the one I think you're looking for is a dream finder."
"What's that?" I said nervously.
"I search for you're friend using your connection to his subconscious to try and find him. Depending on how well he is hidden and on how much you know him you could have a dream about his location tomorrow. Or if he is hidden to well you could get clues or bits of thoughts running through his head. Or you could get nothing it might require several spells to find him. But few have ever hidden so well from me." She said darkly. I shivered for the ones who had tried.
It was written in blood. I could hear the flutter of Gran's owl but it wouldn't make it in time. It was too late I felt the sting of pain as the women cut a small line against my arm. She dropped the knife and raised up a finger newly grown into a distorted claw. "No!" I screamed just as she dug the tip deep into my arm. It was like before only so much worse. Dark evil fingers coiled through my arm up into my brain pulling and digging against the soft tissue. Memories came and went to the sound of my mother screaming. To the sound of Gran's last coughing breathe. To the sound of the gunshot as I pulled the trigger. The sound of death. I screamed in my head the agony building without anywhere to escape. My mother's necklace had gone cold, ice against my neck. My whole body was cold, so cold. The two points on my opposite wrist pulsed in time to my silent screams. I felt like I was dying. I wanted death, sought death, needed it. I needed the pain to end. The fingers twisted one last time before disappearing and leaving me nothing but an empty shell.
