Hi! I forgot to do this at the end of the last chapter! But just like Tyrael, Diablo and his Lesser Evils, Magdha also belongs to Blizzard Entertainment. I've been enjoying writing these characters.
Just when I thought Magdha gave me enough to never want to see a witch again (even though I have witch relatives - a sister, a grandpa who faked his death, a great aunt and a great uncle) I had a whole new adventure coming my way.
A week passed and it started with a phone call from Sam... why does it always start with a phone call? He had found a case, but Dean wouldn't budge from leaving the Bunker, much less his room, so he wondered if we would check it out.
Murdock wasn't leaving my sights ever again for a while, so I volunteered the both of us. With just a bit of persuasion, Megan and Damon were coming along too. Rylie doesn't leave my brother's side, so we were stuck with him too. "Is this necessary?" Rylie himself grumbled.
"We're taking a break from all the Diablo stuff," I decided. "Besides, this case sounds interesting. People are disappearing and their clothes get left behind."
"Aliens," Damon suggested, just as he zapped us all to Oregon. We were all dressed in our FBI suits, and even Rylie didn't look that bad. Not that he was trying to impress anyone, though.
"As long as it's not fairies," I mumbled to myself as we approached the only witness of the recent disappearance. A homeless man who was hanging around a bar and grill. "He-he came outside, w-w-went to his car and-and then... then-then he just... poofed after a bright white light came!" he explained.
"Did you smell anything unusual?" Megan questioned. Rylie looked like he wanted to make a bad joke, but my glare stopped him.
"Flowers," the man answered. "I remember smelling flowers. Look... we all know what's really going on here, right?"
"Don't say it," Rylie groaned.
"Say it," Damon urged with a grin.
"Aliens!" the man exclaimed.
"He said it," Rylie nearly facepalmed.
"Dude was abducted," the man continued. "Trust me, I know. May, 2003, they-"
"AND WE'RE DONE!" I yelled, pulling Murdock away. May, 2003? That was four months before I learned I could change the weather just by thinking about it. It seems so long ago now.
Murdock and I decided to check out the house of the guy who disappeared, while the other three veered towards the bar and grill to try to find out any more information. We found nothing important, so later we rejoined them back at the bar, where they had all taken up drinking.
Rylie was drunk off his ass. "I was looking for Nephilim way before the Leviathans even got out. I remember one was this boy, what was his name... Kenny, Kenny? No, it was just Ken. Wait..."
Damon hit him upside the head and that seemed to work. "His name was Daken!" Rylie exclaimed.
"What happened to him?" I asked.
"I don't... remember..." Rylie slurred. "He was a wimpy ass kid anyway."
"That's not nice," Murdock retorted.
"When is he ever nice?" Megan scoffed.
"You're not nice, either," Rylie argued. "Don't think I've forgotten what you guys did when we were looking for those stupid elemental tablets."
I read the book Chuck wrote about that, but I had a feeling these two were about to sum up the entire story.
"You gave me a bloody nose on Mt. Everest!" Megan started.
"You cut my face!" Rylie countered. "And then BLASTED me off the mountain with the air tablet!"
"You killed Emma Clearwater's mom!" Megan continued.
"If I remember reading right, you brought her back to life." I interrupted.
Rylie howled in laughter. "At least I didn't kill your precious Exarp!" he pointed out, aiming his beer bottle at me.
Instantly angry, I lunged at Rylie. Damon beat me to it, grabbing my arms to keep me back. "Don't even try, sister." he uttered. Rylie kept laughing, so Damon kicked his foot out to trip the chair Rylie sat in, and he went flying backwards to the floor - Megan was the one laughing now.
I sighed angrily and stepped back. "I think we should go. This case is going nowhere."
Damon got Rylie up and the five of us headed outside into the night, walking around the side of the building towards the back. Rylie suddenly stopped abruptly and I bumped into him from behind. "Hey!" I yelped.
"Do you smell that?" he asked in all seriousness.
I rolled my eyes but took a whiff. I widened my eyes when I realized I smelled flowers.
Seconds later, a big man with a creepy old face full of burns or scars appeared in front of us. He grasped the necklace he was wearing and leaned towards us, creating a flash of light that blinded us all.
When I could see again, I'm laying on top of a boy. Oh, crap! What if I'm hurting him? I quickly roll off him and land on my back, groaning a little, when I noticed I sounded... different. My voice was lighter than usual. I ignored it and shook the brown haired boy before me. "Hey, are you okay?"
Do I have a sore throat? Why do I sound... and where are we? An old and dusty room with no light, it seems. Should I stay calm?
"I'm fine," the boy replied, squirming up, rubbing his green eyes. He's kind of adorable. He also looks seriously familiar.
"Oh, hell no!" I heard another boy hiss from behind us. We turn to see a wall between us and the other boy, a wooden wall. Some planks were broke or missing, so we could see each other. The other boy has bright green eyes like us, and long, midnight hair.
Wait.
"...Damon?" I realized. The last time I saw his hair that long was when he took us back in time to see Nephros being born. Damon was...
...oh my God. I turn around and there's a mirror before me. I wipe away some dust, and gasp.
I'M A KID! A LITTLE KID! WHAT? WHAT! I'm wearing a yellow Scooby-Doo shirt! My emerald eyes aren't as big, and my hair was a much lighter brown.
Whatever magic was cast upon was, it knew what we wore when we were little. Scooby-Doo was my favorite as a child. Damon was wearing what he wore in the 1100's, deer skin. I look at Rylie next to me (ugh, I called him cute?) to see him wearing something similar. Maybe it was buffalo. Goodness, his vessel grew up eons ago.
"When did you possess him?" I asked Rylie out of sheer curiosity.
He shrugged. "Don't remember. Generation or two after Damon was born."
"This is embarrassing!" Megan complained. Rylie glanced across the wall at her and hooted. She looked small, her blonde hair long and in pigtails. Murdock had his floppy black hair back, years before I made him cut it all off, but he had the same grey eyes and thick black glasses. He was trying not to giggle at Megan.
"What the hell is going on?" I demanded in my sort of squeaky voice. "Why are we all looking like we're ten again?"
"Who's the brat behind you guys?" Rylie spat. Damon, Megan and Murdock turned around to see another boy, sat on the floor against the wall, head hanging down.
"He won't talk," Damon answered.
I suddenly had a good idea who he was. The guy who went missing from the bar. "J.P?" I addressed.
Boom. He slowly perked his head up and looked at me in confusion.
Seconds later, a door from elsewhere creaks open, followed by heavy footsteps plodding down a set of stairs. Keys jangle. Someone is coming. Damon steps in front of Megan and Murdock, as if to protect them from whatever was coming. Rylie and I remain in place.
The other door opened, not ours. It was the creepy man who flashed us with the light. He stepped in and grabbed J.P. "No!" he cried as he was getting dragged out. Megan pushed past Damon and grabbed the man's arm in attempts to stop him, but he ended up backhanding her and she landed on the floor. This instantly pissed Damon off, so he charged at the man while Murdock knelt down to get Megan up. I start using what little strength I have to rip apart more planks to make an opening in the wall big enough for us to go through, but it was too late.
The door shut and locked. J.P. was gone.
"Screw this," Rylie turned and put his arms around the bars that barred the window. He yanked and yanked but no dice. "This is bullshit!" he yelled.
"Will you relax?" I groaned.
"Shut the hell up, hybrid!" Rylie screamed at me. "I will not be trapped in here with you!"
"YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!" Damon roared, and that was it. Rylie grumbled and stepped down, going over to the corner to pout.
After minutes of silence, the man returned but did not come in - instead he slipped a piece of pink cake under each of our doors. Rylie dove for our piece like he was a starved animal. He scarfed down about half of it when Megan spoke, "It's probably poisoned, but don't let me stop you."
Rylie took this into consideration and put the plate down. This is when he noticed the metal bars that held the bed I sat on together. "Get up." he ordered me, nearly forcing me off the bed.
"Ow!" I yelped, watching as he ripped off one of the bars and jumped over to the window, bashing those bars with the one from the bed. Huh, smart idea. As soon as he got the window open, he was quick to crawl out. "We're gonna get help!" I promised the others.
"Lynn!" Megan yelled. "Sam is in town! I asked him to come just in case. He's staying at the motel by the bar we were at!"
"Dude, you're the best!" I gleamed, just before I followed Rylie out. He was already ahead of me while I looked up at the building we were just in. Now I turn and run as fast as I can to catch up. When we reach civilization, we hitch a bus ride to the motel Sam was staying, and I could tell which room he was in; the Impala was parked in front of it. I ran up with Rylie behind me and pounded on the door.
Sam answered thankfully, and he looked ready to fall over. "Hey super tall big brother," I remarked. "Don't ask any questions. We need to go rescue Damon, Megan and Murdock."
"Do we have to?" Rylie groaned.
"...Lynn?" Was Sam's response.
"Yes, Sammy! Now let's skedaddle!" I urged. We piled into the Impala and Sam drove us off.
"How did this happen-?" Sam finally asked.
"Creepy guy and a bright light," I answered. "Next thing we know we're the Baby Looney Toons again."
"It's the work of witchcraft," Rylie admitted. "Tell me you have something that can kill a witch."
"I do, in the trunk." Sam confirmed. When we made it back, he gave us guns since we're powerless. Rylie didn't possess his meatsuit until he was grown, and I didn't really discover my powers until I was older. We're practically human.
"We go through the basement," I decided, looking up at the moonlight. "Get the others out."
I peeked open the window and whispered Damon's name. I got nothing in response. "Shit," I muttered. Without another word I nearly dived in, followed by Rylie. Sam would have to find another way in.
"I've never even used a gun before," Rylie admitted to me. "This thing is heavy!"
"Shut up and just leave this to us." I told him. I double checked the other room but I already knew they weren't here. As soon as we stepped out, the creepy man grabbed Rylie from behind. I cocked my gun to shoot him, but Sam came up and clocked the back of the guy's head. Rylie stumbled behind us as we aimed our pistols at the creepy man.
"Where are they?" I demanded.
"Upstairs. Alive." the creepy man answered.
"Why did you turn them into kids?" Sam continued.
"I'm not a witch," the man admitted. "I just work for one."
"Well the cat's out of the bag," Sam spoke. "Where is he?"
"She," he corrected. "And she is the worst person in the world."
"I think my reputation beats hers, buddy." Rylie said from behind us.
"I've been stuck with her for centuries... some of the things I've seen her do. She made my sister and I do a lot of bad things. When we tried to escape, she caught us. Did this to my face..." he pressed his palm against his scarred face. "And then she made me eat Gretel's heart!"
"Excuse me-?" I gaped. "Gretel-? Witch-? Are you saying you're..."
"I am Hansel," the man introduced.
"Hansel and Gretel," Sam realized. Did I really expect any less? Fairies are real. Oz is real. Why not throw in Hansel and Gretel? Or who knows, maybe there really is a giant beanstalk that Jack climbed.
"How do we turn back to normal?" I growled, aiming my gun angrily.
Hansel motioned at the witchery necklace he wore. "Squeeze it tightly and you'll go back to your proper age."
"Help us kill the witch and give us that." I offered.
"You want to kill that candy coated bitch? I'm in." Hansel promised.
So... Hansel lied. I knew it right away when the fat bitch witch said, "I never made Hansel do anything."
Damon, Megan and Murdock were tied and gagged to chairs. Hansel took Rylie's gun and forced the three of us down to our knees. "This is worse than being trapped back in that room." Rylie said in defeat.
The witch went on a rant when Sam asked why she ate adults-turned-children instead of actual children. Back in the day, it was common for kids to die or disappear. In this age, people go crazy when that happens, so she has Hansel zap adults and it makes everything easier.
"This is my first time in your country," the witch continued. "Sent here on business, sadly. An old friend started up some trouble and the Grand Coven asked me to take care of her. Poor, stupid Rowena."
Murdock nearly jolted up out of his chair. "Rowena?" I repeated. "Red hair with a queen of everything attitude?"
"How do you know that?!" the witch hissed.
"She's sort of my grandmother-" I started to answer, until Sam leaped forward and tackled Hansel. Rylie went after the witch, but she sliced his face up with her large butcher knife.
"WHAT IS WITH GIRLS AND MY FACE?" Rylie bellowed in pain. I dashed over to help Sam, but Hansel jumped up and attacked me, throwing me down hard. Sam now went after the witch but she blasted him back, and turned to open her large fire pit oven.
"Now you'll burn!" she laughed. Before Hansel could hit me, I ripped his necklace off him and squeezed it tight in my hand. Everyone but myself got blinded by the light, and I was back in the game when it was gone. I had my angel and demon powers back at the proper age of nineteen. I blasted Hansel off me and went right after the witch, using my mojo strength to push her into the fiery oven and locking her in.
With a snap of my fingers, I make Hansel-
"On the other hand... this is for killing Gabriel."
Hansel explodes nearly the same way I caused Raphael to. I winced and shook the memory away, tossing the necklace to Rylie so he can zap himself to his grown up, douche bag self. Sam and I untie Damon, Murdock and Megan. One by one, they all zap themselves back to normal.
...we're still wearing our child clothes. Damon and Rylie look like cavemen. I erupt into laughter... until I realize I still have Scooby-Doo on.
Guess who was laughing then?
Sam bid us farewell and began his drive back to the Bunker. Damon zapped us back to Miraak and Maya's house, where I was the first to speak:
"This didn't happen, got it?"