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Witch Fact: "Coming Out of the Broom Closet", confessing your a witch.
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Chapter 10: Coming Out of the Broom Closet
Once again, the smoky smell of incense wafted Cream's nose. But there were new scents also; no longer the crispy scent of the Autumn forest, but the warm, sweet smell of some tea that she was not familiar with. She could feel the comfortably soft touch of the bed embrace her. Cream willed her eyes to open as she began to grow curious and cautious of her surroundings. She knew she wasn't in her bedroom; she would being hearing Cheese's light snoring from her side.
Her memory started to awaken along with her. Images of a fire, some strange ritual, three mysterious hooded figures, and one of them being her best friend, Amy!
Cream shot up from the unfamiliar bedding. What had her best friend been doing out there? Was she apart of some dangerous cult? Was that what she had meant by "business" the day before? What on Mobius has Amy been up to for the past nine years?
Cream could obviously see that it wasn't her room. The walls were not the creamy color; they were the color of the night sky with silver stars and moons painted. The room was a Victorian beauty. On the queen sized bed there was a shimmery emerald color bedspread and dark purple pillows. Hanging above her head were three different sized dream-catchers
Cream began to grow anxious; where was she?
Right on cue, the earthy, yet sweet smell of herbal tea embraced her senses. Looking towards the doorway, she could see light shine from under the slightly opened door and muffled voices from the other room. She got up from the bed, crept put the door and down the hall to see the astonishing, but haunting apartment with two unfamiliar girls sitting on the couch and one absolutely familiar girl pouring tea in the antique china cups, then sat down on the maroon color armchair.
"So, Ames," said the grey wolf on the couch. "Whad'ya think we should do about the kid?"
"We could erase her memory?" The icy blue cat implied.
"No!" Amy said. "Last time you did that you nearly caused the guy brain damage! Not a speck of magic touches that girl, got it?" She hissed.
Sighing in frustration, the cat obliged, crossing in arms in a childish way and slouching on the cushions. "Fine, then what do you suggest we do?"
"Ya betta' think of somethin' before the "you-know-who finds" out," the wolf warned. "We've been on his yellow-eyed watch for goddess knows how long."
You-know-who Cream thought as she remained hidden behind the corner.
Amy leaned back against her stove, one arm over the other, while resting her knuckles under nose, covering her mouth.
Cream felt her pulse throb forcefully in her veins. Never in her life had she ever felt so terrified of Amy; what was Amy and her friends going to do to her?
Her breath hitched when she saw Amy's eyes shoot over at her for a split second.
D-did, did she see me?! Does she know I'm here? No, she couldn't; I mean she isn't moving or coming over to me, just contemplating my punishment! Cream thought in panic. …And why isn't she saying anything?!
However, she couldn't see the sly smirk behind her hand. Nice try, Cream, sweetie.
"We could…" she started off, but the shook her head in reject. "No, no, no…"
The cat leaned towards her in anticipation. "We could what?"
"Forget about it, probably not a good a idea,"
Amy shrugged.
Cream's hands dug into the curtain. What's not a good idea?!
"C'mon, girl, out with it. What is it?" The wolf asked, nonchalantly, keeping her cool posturing on the couch.
"Nothing, really," she insisted. Just a little bit more.
The fear and suspense was killing Cream, so much her entire form was shaking.
"Dammit, Amy! Spit it out! What?!" The cat exclaimed.
"Hmm, well, Jewels, it seems that we could…oh, never mind," Amy said. Feeling the soul-stabbing suspense and fear from the hall, Amy could tell her fun was over. C'mon, Cream, take the bait.
That was it, Cream couldn't take it! Without even thinking about what she was doing, she blew her cover from the corner. "What?!" She cried.
The shout of the little rabbit scared Jewels so much that jumped into Marcy's lap and cling to her in fright.
Amy laughed, clutching her stomach. Her plan to lure Cream out and give her a fitting punishment for what happened tonight worked.
Cream sprinted over to Amy, ignoring the others on the couch. The terrified rabbit clutched her arms around Amy with thick trails of tears streaming down her muzzle and tattered sobs as she buried her face in Amy's lap.
Although shocked at first, Amy chuckled at the Cream. She gently wrapped her arms around her and stroked her hair to sooth the girl that took on as a younger sister.
"Okay, okay, Cream," she lulled. "Calm down."
"Amy…," Cream hiccuped. "What happened to you?"
The two on the couch just sat quietly, with small smiles on their faces. Amy arched an eyebrow.
"What are you talking about?" She asked.
Cream took her face from Amy's chest and looked up at her. Her glistening brown orbs were drenched.
"Y-you're not you…" Cream stuttered. "In the woods, you and those two…," she pointed to Marcy and Jewels.
"There was s-some kind of ritual…a-and there was chanting! Wearing cloaks! Why?!" Cream cried.
Amy just kept her mouth shut and sighed. She looked over at Marcy and Jewels. Jewels just shrugged with the same sigh; Marcy shook her head and gave her the gesture to go on.
Cream looked between them, waiting for an answer. Amy put her hands on Cream's shoulders.
"Cream come sit down," Amy urged softly. "There's something we need to tell you."
Amy guided Cream to the couch and say her down between her and Marcy, and Jewels say in the armchair.
Marcy rubbed Cream's arm. "We're sorry we scared ya, baby-girl," she apologized. "We didn't expect any surprise guests."
"Cream," Amy began as she clutched Cream's hand in hers. "Do you know why I left?"
Soft anger came on Cream's face as she nodded. "Because of Sonic! He was mean to you and broke your heart."
Amy blushed. "W-well, yes, that's one reason. But, I guess Sonic must've looked over an important part of the story."
Cream looked up at Amy in confusion.
"Oh, A-Amy, please don't cry!" he stuttered, hastily. "I-I'm so, so sorry! I don't know why I said that! I-I didn't mean it, honest!"
Another sob was heard. "I hate you..." she choked out.
Sonic froze. Did he hear that right. "W-what?"
Amy felt something inside her. It burned and spread from her head to her toes. It was a strange, unfamiliar feeling and she noticed that the pressure of it rose as her emotions and stress built. The grass around her swayed with the mysterious energy that was slowly boiling within her; the sky growled and grew dark and ominous. Sonic ignored the sudden change in weather; what he had just heard was much more usual, in the worst kind of way.
"I HATE you!" she screeched, as all that power and pressure exploded, and rocketed towards Sonic. A bold hot pink energy shot at him, which he had just barely dodged. The bolt had had left an angry, burnt hole in the ground; smoke rose from the destroyed soil. Sonic and Amy eyes widened.
Sonic kept staring at the vicious looking mark. "A-Amy, what was- Hey!" he called as he saw Amy run off with tears in drenching her cheeks. "Amy! Wait, come back!"
"Leave me alone!" she cried.
"Y-you mean, you had gotten some sort of new power?" Cream asked in shock. Sonic had failed to mention such an occurrence.
"Hmm, something like that, Cream," Amy said. "It's more like I got a new…identity?"
She wasn't sure if that was the correct choice of words, and it wasn't; Cream just looked even more confused.
"What?" Cream asked.
"Okay, I guess there really is no easy way to say this," Amy grumbled. She took a deep breath and spoke again.
"What I'm trying to say is, Cream," Amy said reluctantly. "I, we, are witches."