8: Black Witch.

Everyone at the body was psychotic, I was glad when I finally killed them off, which only took about a month and three days. It would have been sooner, but after that last incident, I have been nothing but paranoid. I tried using that fire blast thingy again, but nothing.

Currently, I'm in some girl named Delilah; a dark, depressed person who at some point got majorly addicted to crack. Everyone here is a bit out of it; loopy, dazed, and delusional. Better make sure I keep my distance away from these psychos.

Sure wish dad was here, I thought woefully, seeing some cells start advancing towards me, wanting to see me no doubt; I picked up the pace, and then managing to lose get them off my back, probably lost interest in me. No one dared mess with him, if he was here; these weirdoes's would leave me alone. Another cell was laying in an ally way, appearing like he was having one hell of a hangover. I kicked him in the face, knocking him out when he reached his hand out at me. He might have just wanted some help up, but I do not trust anyone anymore. I dragged him behind a dumpster, hiding him away from anyone else that would come down here. I should have killed him, but it's not like he would remember this at all.

As I continued traveling the back streets, a singe of guilt pricked my stomach, then increasing into a heart squeezing pain. I thought about my father some more, worsening the ache. How many times he came to the school when I got hurt, sick, or completely humiliated to take me home for the rest of the day, he gave me my DNA chain when I was five, telling me that I was a great son, so I deserved it. He probably would have taken that back when he got the chance.

I hated this feeling, I can't stand it. No matter how much I try to convince myself that it wasn't my fault, it was just a small mistake and to just forget about it, I can't. Half the time I think it would be better if I just dug my claws into my chest and to rip my own heart out. However, I'm not giving up that easy. There is no way I'm going to let this get to me. What kind of deadly virus would I be if I did? But how am I going to live with this any longer?

I ducked behind some garbage cans as some large germ lackeys headed my way, each of them chattering away and yelling at each other.

"C'mon Zeek! We're going to be late! Do you want to piss off the big boss?" One shouted.

"Chilax Damon, we'll get there on time." Another one said calmly. "Besides, even if we are late, we can sneak in without her missing us."

"I don't want to take the chance! You know what she does to guys like us if we piss her off the slightest?"

"Dude, do you honestly believe in a voodoo crap? She's only called the Black Witch because there was a typo in her title."

"Then you explain what happened to those guys! How come we haven't seen them since the Black Witch got a hold of them?"

"I don't know, she probably exported them out of the body or something, all I'm saying it, they're most likely safe and sound and you are just over reacting just because you think she has voodoo whatever powers because she supposedly granted your memory back."

"Because she did! Dude, I'm not lying about it, I never did. She helped me."

"And look at you now; cursed to be her little slave for the rest of your life."

"It's a small price to pay for what she did for me."

". . . You've been drinking that insulin haven't you?"

By then they disappeared, and I was glued to my hiding spot as I was deep in thought.

A black witch? I wonder if she can help me.

My conscience: for what? To make you more powerful? To be your partner in crime?

Me: No, A) I work alone, and B) I don't need extra powers or anything like that. I need her to do something else.

My conscience: What then?

Me: to erase my memory.

My conscience: ARE YOU INSAIN!?!? Erase your memory? Are you that thick in the head?

Me: Hey, I'm sick of you, and I'm sick of having all this guilt and this fear and everything! I just want her to erase the part that I… you know, what Duncan did to me, that crazy rapper and, well, other memories that I don't want.

My conscience: You can't be serious! Haven't you heard those guys, she's bad news. She's a dirty dealer and you can get in serious trouble. Obviously, she's not going to help unless you have something to offer her. What are you going to do when you have to become her little servant?

Me: I'll work that out once I get to that part…

My conscience: if you get to that part.

Me: Anyway, I have to try; you don't understand what I'm going through. I just want to forget it all and start over. I have to do this.

With that, ignoring the protests my conscience made, I caught up with the lacky's and followed them to the Black Witch.

-_-_-_*_-_-_-

The lackey's lead to a large old run down warehouse; it looked like a haunted house from those scary ghost movies. The whole idea of being in there gave me the creeps. How can anyone stand being in there?

As though I was heading into the brain, I tip-toed inside, being as quite as air; Amazingly, I didn't find a broken window that I could easily get through, so I had to figure out how to unlock one and open it without causing suspicion.

The hall ways are as dark and eerie as the outside of this place was. Only a few lights are on, and they flickered, so I was on my toes, just waiting for something to pop out at me.

Where would that Black Witch be? I wondered. It seemed like there is nothing but hallways. There really should be signs or a map to get around this place…

BAM!

When I wasn't looking, I ram head first into a wall. Except, it wasn't a wall…

"Hey kid!" the large man I ran into bellowed. "What are you doing here!?"

I snapped into a dead run in the opposite direction, only to run into more germ lackeys.

"What are you doing here?" they asked harshly. "You shouldn't be in this place little guy."

The guy who I slammed into came up behind me, grabbing my arm. I yanked it out of clutch, just to fall flat on my rear end.

"This is a bad place for you, kid," they hissed. "You shouldn't have come here." I heard a switched blade, and I started to scoot back. I should fight them off, but I can't take on all of them. There is like twenty of them, and each of them twice my size.

"Hey hey hey," I said my voice a bit shaky, "I don't want to bother you guys but I just need something."

"Oh really?" growled the germ with the switch blade I heard; he stepped closer; my back is now right up agents the wall.

"I just need some help, please," I practically begged, "I just wanted to see the Black Witch! I don't want anything else!"

They froze in their tracks, glaring at me.

"Grab him and take him to the Black Witch," ordered the switch blade guy. Two men grabbed each of my arms and dragged me down the halls. I struggled to get out of their grip, but my efforts where proven useless.

They took me to the main room of this place, throwing me on my knees as though I was supposed to bow before them.

"Hey boss, we have a kid here who wanted to see you!" bellowed the man. The boss slowly stepped out from the shadows, and I sat on my hands and knees, dumbfounded.

I never saw anything like her. Her hair was black as charcoal, as he skin was. She dressed like a punked out Goth; a thigh length black skirt with a heavy chain belt with knee length tight pants underneath; a tight tank top with elbow length fingerless gloves with heavy silver bands on her fore-arms. She had black steal toed boots that came part way up to her knee, and a spiked chocker. But what really caught my attention was her neon acid green eyes that bored into me, making my stomach churn uncomfortably.

"State your business," she said firmly, but had that cat like purr to her voice.

"I-I…" I had a lump in my throat, but I swallowed it. "I n-need your help. I came here hoping you can help me."

She smirked, her teeth standing out from her midnight black skin. "And what are you willing to offer?" she demanded in the same cat tone.

"Anything," I whispered. I faintly heard my conscience saying only two words:

Bad choice.

Her grin grew a little wider, and then she waved her hand at me. "Come with me then." She simply turned around and hovered away. I stumbled after her, feeling just a bit of hope.

"So are you going to help me?" I asked.

"Of course," she smiled. "Now, what is it must I do for you dear?"

"Well, I just…" I hesitated, deciding whether I should tell her my whole story or not. I decided to do so; she was the one who has to get rid of these memories. I've… done a lot of bad things, and a lot of bad things happened to me. "—I pulled down my turtle neck, showing her my scar.—"Like this. And… my family… they're… dead, because of me."—I looked up at her, to see her face was emotionless. I continued.—"I want those memories to go away, so I won't feel so terrible. Can you do that?"

She smiled, but not kind like I thought she would, it seemed wicked. "Yes I can, dear. It'll be simple."

I smiled, feeling relieved and glad at the same time, and then I had to ask. "So what do I have to do to repay you?"

"I just want you to help me test a simple spell, that's all." She replied.

"That's it?" I asked astonished.

"Yes, that's it."

I could just see the smile on my face when she said that; this is better than I had hoped. I don't have to be any life time servants or anything like that, just help her test a little old spell. This just gets better and better.

She led me into a dark room at the very end of long hallway. It's like Leonora's room I was in, with the candles and the vials; only, it had a gut wrenching feeling. And instead of a sweet scent of lavender, it smelled of old blood. The Black Witch told me to just lie down on the mid-evil looking table that sat in the middle of the room. I did as I was told, the Black Witch grabbing a vial that looked like black slime.

"Just drink this," she said, tipping the vial to my mouth. I swallowed the substance, trying to ignore the fowl taste of rotting fruit as it ran down my throat, making it tingle. But then, started to feel extremely tired; my eyelids started to droop. "Just rest now, and when you wake up, your wish shall be granted."

I heard her give a wicked little chuckle, and then I fell asleep.

-_-_-_*_-_-_-

My eyes finally started to open; it feels like I have been sleeping for days. The Black Witch hovered over top me, watching me as I woke up.

"How are you feeling dear?" She asked in a purr.

"I don't know," I answered unsurely. "Did the spell work?"

"You tell me," she smiled. I pondered, what am I suppose to be thinking about? What am I suppose to remember? Am I supposed to remember something? I have no idea what happened that brought me here, or exactly why I'm here. I had to get rid of some memories… I thought. But what? It worked! I think.

"It worked!" I said cheeringly, feeling better than I ever had before! At least, I think I never felt this great before.

"Good," she said, "that's magnificent to hear."

My cheering stopped when I remembered something about our deal. "So, when do I have to help you with this spell or whatever?"

"Right now," she told me, helping me off the table. "Just come with me." She opened the door for me on the way out. I grinned.

"Thanks for everything," I thanked. "I'm glad I found you when I did—"

All of a sudden, the moment I stepped out of that room, my head started to pound. It hurt so badly I fell on my knees like it just pushed it down. Then, all these memories started to flood through me.

"Face it kid, you can only be a killer…"

"I don't need you to make my life any worse than it is!"

"Think about how you are hurting this family Thrax!"

"Why do you hate me so much Thrax?"

"You've been a killer since the day you were born. Just look at your dead mother Thrax .Isn't that enough for proof?"

They were just trying to replace her…

I'm just a killer…

"GET AWAY FROM ME NOW!!!"

"Don't come between a virus and there kill."

It's my entire fault…

"PLEASE! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING WRONG! PLEASE! DON'T…!"

All of them are dead because of me…

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?" I screamed at her, holding my head as pain hammered agents my skull.

"I granted your wish," she laughed.

"Why? To kill this body mini murderer?"

"They're… n-not here. I… I'm alone."

"LIRE!!" I shouted again. "YOU SAID YOU WOULD GET RID OF THEM!"

They're all dead because of me…

"Technically, I did," she said, her eyes peering into my blasted memories. "But you agreed to let me try one of my spells, and this is it. It's suppose to increase your memories, making you feel it, see it, experience it over and over again as though you are living through it again and again. Of course, I guess I should have done it to all your precious wonderful memories, but what fun would it be for me? I wouldn't be able to see you squirm then."

The pain…

They all hate me…

The guilt…

I'm just a killer…

I felt it all over again. And even worse than before.

She was laughing at me, laughing at my pain and agony.

I ran, I ran as fast as I could, away from her, and the memories.

"Way to go Thrax."

"Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

I was just one big mistake…

"Looks like we have to beat the words out of this one."

I can't trust anyone…

No matter how fast I ran, I couldn't get away. Finally, I stopped hiding in a very narrow crack between two buildings.

"C'mon, you're not going to make it out there is you don't man up."

"Thrax, I was never going to replace your mother…"

"LIRE! YOUR ARE NOTHING BUT A LIRE SO JUST GO AWAY!"

The guilt I feel for hurting them, for killing them, the anger, the pain… I can feel Duncans' hand slash across my throat again and again…

I killed mom…

I killed all of them…

I'm a monster.

I buried my face in my hands, digging my fists into my eye sockets to keep the tears in them, but I failed…

Just like everything else.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I just let it loose. I sobbed, guilt washing over me like a ocean in a storm.

"I'm sorry!" I said uncontrollably, wishing that my dead family (That I killed…) could hear me. "I-'m sorry! I didn't… I was… I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"