"Misty! Misty! I was at the beach and I saw a crab and—"
Chase, after having walked through the academy's front door, looked around to see that it was dead quiet in the front atrium of the large manor that housed the council, the Supreme, and the pupils. His colorless gray eyes looked around curiously, trying to find a sign of someone's presence as he walked slowly toward the hallway.
"Hello?" he asked. "Misty? Julie? Where is everybody?"
He walked toward the end of the atrium and to the side hallway, his eyes wandering about curiously as he searched for a sign of anyone's presence. The academy seemed desolate, dead, and empty, as if he were entirely alone. Not even any students were out of their rooms, walking like they most usually did in their well-chosen finery. Taking a sigh, he bit his lower lip and became anxious before finally going toward the ancestry room, where he gasped at a frightening, unusual sight.
"J-Julie?" he asked with disbelief.
The Supreme sat seductively on the most comfortable lounge chair in the room, a leg crossed over the other as she held a shot glass full of hard, bourbon whiskey and tipped it between her lips. Her body tattoos, inked in black against her icy-white skin, were showing as she glowed in gray lace lingerie consisting of only a bra and transparent panties. Her legs were covered from the thigh down with elastic-banded black stockings and the appearance of her long gams was made more slender by the silver, strappy stilettos on her feet. Her hair, usually maintained neatly, was untamed and free-flowing, the length reaching to the upper part of the cups of the bra that contained her heaving bosom. Her wispy white fringe was brushed to the side and pinned back, making her heart-round face look smaller and more youthful than it really was. Surrounding her on the table was an empty pizza box, platters with cleaned animal bones possibly from servings of meat, and three bottles of bourbon that were at varying points of emptiness.
"Julie?" he repeated.
"Hm," Julie purred. "I never knew you mortals…uh!" She stopped herself, trying to speak normally. "I mean, guys ate this much!"
"Julie, you look very different," he noticed. "Where are your clothes?"
"Let's just say that it got a lil' hot in here," the Supreme replied nonchalantly. Chase looked at her strangely—it didn't take a brain in his head to know that something was very unusual with his fraternal twin sister's behavior. Also, she sounded different yet strikingly familiar—what was going on?
"And...y-you sound different, Julie," he stated. "Are you sick?"
"I ain't sick, " Julie said condescendingly; she was never known to speak in this fashion toward anyone even if she was angry. "You're sick."
"N-No, I'm not!" he exclaimed.
"Sure y'are!" Julie snapped, slurring slightly after taking another sip of bourbon whiskey to her lips; he even noticed the drink was not something she normally indulged in. "Damn it! You talk like you was dropped on your head too many times as a wee babe!"
Feeling tears of hurt feelings flood his eyes, Chase sniffled and looked at her with disbelief in his horrified, colorless gaze. His lower lip trembled, and he whined softly in response to his sister's shocking treatment toward him. Julie had always been kind and charitable to her brother, and was protective of him in the orphanage they grew up in and even after that. She was the one who guided him through his life when their social worker-foster mother couldn't, and she taught him the meaning of self-acceptance, especially with his severe ectrodactyly and his lower-than-average intelligence. He was never so confused in all his life.
"Why are you being mean, Julie?" he sobbed. "You're so nice to me, Julie! Why are you being mean, Julie? Did I make you mad? If I did, I am sorry, Julie!"
"Hm," Julie droned; even that was strange to hear her doing that. "You ain't pissed your sister off. You pissed me off!"
"Uh…" Chase was speechless and even more bewildered than before; why was she talking in third person with herself? "W-What?"
Suddenly, he felt his brain flash possibilities of why she had been acting so harshly toward him. He moved closer, looking from her ice-blonde hair to the luster of her shiny, silver straps on her heels, with tears streaming down his boyish, youthful face as she glared up at him with a strangely blue gaze; her eyes were normally gray.
"You sound like the bad man, Julie," he whispered, "the one we are trying to banish from the house."
"Ugh!" the Supreme said with Chase noticing her pale, tattooed arm reach down for something. "You're startin' to piss me off, you lil' pigly son m' bitch!"
"J-Julie?" he asked, noticing the peculiar eye color shown in her gaze. "Y-Your eyes aren't gray anymore. They're blue. They're never bl—"
HACK!
At that moment, Chase screamed bloody murder at the intensely excruciating sensation of the sharpened wedge of an axe chop into his left thigh; there was a clean cut right through the bunches of muscle fibers, blood oozing generously out of the severed flesh. He collapsed to the floor in agony, still in shock over his twin's barbaric behavior.
"JULIE! STOP!" he shrieked, blood pouring on his deformed hands. "SOMEONE HELP!"
SWING-slice!
Chase's excessive screams and cries of excruciating, blood-curdling pain ended when Julie dealt the blow that ceased all life within him. The axe's sharp bit had been forcefully whacked against her twin brother's chest in such a way that it was nestled between two of his ribs, slicing his lung partially in half before she pulled it out and dealt more fatal blows.
WHACK!
Deep and right below his collarbone.
SLICE!
The sharp bit went into the sparse flesh of his abdomen, dealing another fatal blow that made blood spurt from the man's mouth.
HACK!
The next blow cleaved the front of Chase's head nearly in two; meanwhile, Julie's scantily-clad body was covered in blood spatters.
SLICE!
The next blow chopped one of the malformed, cleft hands clean off his body.
Julie took the axe away from her twin's mutilated corpse, tossing it on the floor as she collapsed to her knees, feeling suddenly faint enough to fall into a deep sleep of sorts. With blood seeping from Chase's body and covering Julie's skimpy outfit choice consisting of a bra, panties, hose, and silver strappy heels, it was a scene out of a horror movie, quite literally.
It was when Julie regained her consciousness just minutes later that she realized the horrors of the carnage around her. Seeing herself covered in blood spatters, she began to panic intensely, but the brunt of her misery was expressed when she saw Chase's lifeless, hacked-up body laying stationary on the floor. Sanguine fluid seeped in a huge puddle around his dead body, and seeing the soiled axe on the floor next to her, she screamed as loud as she could as tears painfully froze to her face.
"AAAAHHHHHHH!"
She rushed over to Chase, trying to hold him while hoping for a response, giving his bloodied face a slight slap to get him to budge; this cannot be, she thought, who did this? But of course, she had no recollection of what had happened.
"CHASE! OH! Please! Please wake up! Wake up!" she shrieked. "NO!"
Another glance over at the bloodied axe was enough to blame herself for his gruesome murder even though she did not actually have any memories of killing him.
"CHASE!" Her screaming was mixed with whining, sobbing with great grief. "No…no...no…I am so sorry, Chase! I…I don't know…what h-happened! I didn't kill you! Forgive me! Forgive me, please! I'm begging your spirit! If I killed you, please forgive me!" she exclaimed with heavy sobbing, burying her face in one of his fresh, fatal flesh wounds only to get more blood on her face. "No! Please!"
When she took her blood-covered face away from her brother's corpse, she called out for help, distressed and desperate. Resurgence, she thought, Misty can bring him back. Eleonora, even.
"MISTY! ELEONORA! SOMEONE!" she screamed. "HELP! HELP!"
As the Supreme sobbed into a non-mutilated part of her brother's body, she heard distant footsteps draw near even though her heart was in too much pain to look and see who it was. Chase being murdered was something she simply could not process; it was like a part of her had died also; a piece of her heart had gone missing without a trace. Her icy tears began to freeze in the wounds of his corpse before Julie picked her head up to see a shocked, almost livid Misty standing there with her hands over her mouth.
"Wh…" She was too shocked to talk, "what happened?"
Julie saw the anguish in the voice of her brother's newly-widowed wife, and gasped for air as she felt faint, caused by the excessive stress and extreme emotions of the moment.
"Misty! PLEASE! Youhave to bring him back! PLEASE!" she screeched.
The flaxen-haired bohemian witch looked over to see that the axe clearly had bloody handprints wrapped around the polished, lacquered wooden handle. She glared at Julie intensely with disbelief, shaking her head—yes, she was willing to bring back her husband and nurse his wounds, but she suddenly knew who killed him.
"You ice-hearted bitch!" she hissed irately. "You killed him!"
"NO!" the Supreme shrieked frantically. "I DIDN'T! I SWEAR! I don't remember ANYTHING that happened! I don't know who killed him! I BLACKED OUT! I SWEAR!"
"Puttin' my trust in you as our leader was a big mistake!" Misty scowled. "YOU KILLED MY HUSBAND! Your OWN BROTHER!"
"MISTY! I WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING! I DIDN'T KILL HIM!" Julie screamed. "You HAVE to BELIEVE ME!"
"Then WHO DID?!" Misty shouted.
"I…I don't know!" the Supreme sobbed frantically, taking her excessively bloody hands to her face as she put Chase's mutilated body back down in the puddle of red bodily fluid. "I…I don't remember anything! I don't remember—"
"How could you not remember taking an AXE to his BODY?!" Misty screamed. "ARGH!"
"I don't know! I DON'T KNOW!" the Supreme screeched, holding up her hands to see how much blood had been resting there from her blacked-out murder of her own brother. "I BLACKED OUT! I SWEAR! I DO NOT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED! I would NEVER hurt Chase! I wouldNEVER kill ANYONE! I did NOT do it!"
"I don't even wanna waste my breath or my magick on you!" Misty screamed. "I'm gon' do you with hands!"
Just when Julie was about to give her response, she felt faint and her vision became blurry for a moment. Misty seemed to be actually two entities in the room before she finally regained her vision. The new widow cracked her knuckles and gasped to see the change in Julie's eye color—it went from soulful, stormy gray to a penetrating, clear blue that seemed too familiar for words to describe. Julie rose to her feet and grabbed the bloodied axe in her hands, staring at Misty with a Kubrick-like stare that was both intimidating and tempting her to attack right then and there.
"Fine, woman." There was a distinct change in the Supreme's voice, "you wanna do me with your hands? Fine! Just rem'mber, they made Eve from a rib!"
Julie took a sideways swing of the axe, which Misty dodged before attacking below the waist, making Julie drop the deadly-wedged weapon as she was forcefully backed against the wall. She closed her hands in tight fists, powerfully punching Misty's back before she recuperated to pin her wrists to the wall and nearly hold her neck in a choking motion with her stronger hand.
Yet Julie did the opposite—putting her hands on her head at the temples, she concentrated enough to weaken Misty and even suck out her powerful resurgent abilities as they struggled. The flaxen-haired witch's grip felt looser around her neck as she struggled to resist the reduction of her power's potential, but a single punch broke Julie's nose so much it looked like she was disfigured.
"You're weak, Misty!" Julie screamed, in tears from the intense pain of the broken nose on her face. "Is that all you got?!"
"Oh, yeah?!" the other witch shouted, rushing over to the fallen axe and flinging it strategically at Julie—it was no easy task due to its weight, but the blade dug itself into Julie's right hip, causing her to bleed out and scream as she limped, pulling it out as blood gushed from the site of the wound.
"AH!" she shouted. "Damn, woman! You best be gettin' to Hell now!"
WHACK!
Misty's first axe wound was swung at her shoulder—screaming bloody murder, she felt the blood trickle down her arm and gush out to cover that side of her curling, ever so lovely hair, making it sticky and stale-smelling.
"OW! OW! AHH!" she screamed with tears in her eyes. "HELP! JULIE'S GONE CRAZY!"
"Oh, good luck with that one, sugar!" Julie shouted, the strange voice sounding even more familiar. "It'll fall on deaf ears! It was my will to make it so!"
SLICE!
Misty was nearly beheaded by the axe, but when she stopped the blow and leaned back, there was a huge slice in the side of her hand that went as deep as the mid-palm, cutting through bone and tendon as blood continued to gush from the new wounds inflicted on her body.
"OW! BITCH!"
Misty then kicked Julie in the abdomen, sending her on her back and letting the axe fall, yet again, on the floor. The witch made no reservations in grabbing the axe and slamming it down into the length of her thigh, blood gushing out with pressure as it sprayed up on Misty's clothing and skin.
"AHH! Damn it!" Julie screamed. "You fight like a woman! Bitch!"
Taking the axe and tossing it aside so it was far from Julie's reach, she bled much more when Misty straddled her and did as promised—she did her with her hands, holding her in a violently-aggressive chokehold which was forceful enough to probably make her feel faint—but it didn't work. The once again-fallen axe suddenly flew over to Julie, who held the handle and managed to kick Misty off of her and swing for her head—the blade just barely grazed her scalp, and didn't wound her too much; meanwhile, her thigh was bleeding profusely and excessively to the point of nearly passing out.
While Misty was down, Julie dealt the final blow—the axe's bit chopped into the side of her neck, hitting a major artery as blood spurted out and the dying witch let a blood-curdling, weak scream escape her lips. Sanguine fluid was spraying everywhere, but by the time Chase's widow had been killed by the blow, Julie looked to see that blood covered almost every surface, wall, and piece of furniture in the ancestry room.
Julie blacked out—this time, she never woke up
Yet David, the survivor, the witness, the perpetrator, and the victor, merged out of the body of the Supreme, whom he had seduced and possessed to do such a heinous act as killing her own brother. In his physical form once again, he looked down at the carnage he had caused—Julie had bled to death from the axe cutting into an artery in her leg, Misty died of the same blow that had slashed a major vessel in her neck, and Chase was hacked to death with an ever-flowing pool of blood around his body.
Guess I killed three birds with one stone, he thought, walking through the pools of blood and not getting soiled, this is the perfect punishment, ain't nothin' better'n this. Let's see 'er try and rise from the dead again. I have her power now. I got more work to do… His thoughts trailed off…but this mess gotta be cleaned.
A/N:
Lots of blood and gore in this chapter! Sorry if you're squeamish. It's taken me forever to update because I've been working and stuff.
I bet you didn't see the deaths of Julie, Chase and Misty coming...well, surprise! We can only imagine what will come next… .
The fight between demon-possessed Julie (yeah, in case you didn't notice, David possessed her) and Misty was inspired by Stephen King's Needful Things. Good movie; read the book, too.
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