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Chapter 25 Help

"I'm not getting anything!" Hunter said angrily as he climbed down from the chair.

"What are you doing? Stay up there or you'll never get her message" Matt said.

"I just said I'm not getting anything, she won't reply but I know I'm reaching her. I was right, up there it isn't blocked" Hunter said.

"So why isn't she replying!" Matt said, his voice rising as he began to grow anxious.

"I don't know!" Hunter yelled. "That's what I'm trying to figure out!"

"Well hurry up! She could be in serious trouble."

"Would you just shut up for a second? I know she's in trouble alright; I don't need you reminding me. If you just let me think maybe I could-" Hunter stopped mid-rant.

"What?"

"Bree." Hunter said, it suddenly dawning on her.

"What?" Matt repeated, not catching on.

Hunter jumped up onto the chair again and stuck his head into the gap in the ceiling.

"Bree, she was with Morgan. If I send her a message maybe she could tell me what's happening. She might even be able to get us out of here." He said. For the first time he was actually starting to feel grateful that he had taken Bree with him.

Bree. Where are you? Where's Morgan?

XXX

"I have a strange sense of déjà vu." Morgan snapped as Cal dumped her on the floor of his empty apartment he must have been renting out. It was in the block opposite Morgan's.

"Yeah, me too. It seems I always have to use force on you Morgan. Why can't you ever do what you're told?" Cal said as he paced up and down what was supposed to be the living room, but only contained one suitcase and a couple of empty takeout boxes.

"How do you expect this to end Cal? Are you going to try and kill me again?" Morgan asked, desperately trying to figure out a way to get out of this mess.

"I'm not sure. Of course I don't want to kill you, but if it comes down to it…"

"Surely you could have found a better place to hide me. You're not even giving Hunter a challenge."

"Oh, I've given Hunter a challenge don't worry. Well actually Bree has." Cal laughed as Morgan frowned, obviously not catching on to the fact that Bree had stitch her up.

"Didn't you realise? This was all Bree's idea! She wanted this to happen. That's why she trapped Hunter in the hospital, with my help." The smile on Cals face grew wickedly wider as horror washed over Morgan's face.

"You're lying. Bree wouldn't…"

"Wouldn't she?" Cal crouched down in front of Morgan and moved close to her face. She could feel him breathing on her. "She found out about you and my half brother" He said practically spitting.

Morgan swallowed. "What about us?"

"She heard him say he loved you." He moved away. "He always had to steal things from me. First my Dad, now you!" He kicked the suitcase, emptying it onto the stained carpet. "But I'm not going to let him get away with it."

"What do you mean?" Morgan whimpered.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you, not yet. He needs to be taught a lesson and I'm going to make sure he pays for what he's done to me, to you, to us." He reached out to smooth back her hair but she lurched away. He narrowed his eyes, got up and walked out.

"Where are you-"" The door slammed shut behind him. "Going?"

Morgan tried wrenching her hands out of the rope behind her back but was unable to. They were so tight if she moved too much the already serious burns would hurt more.

She screamed for help but knew it wouldn't do any good.

Help Hunter!

Again it was useless. Cal knew it would come to this and had made it impossible for Morgan to reach anyone. The only thing she could do now was wait for him to come back.

XXX

"What's the point? Bree isn't a witch is she? How is she going to reply?" Matt pointed out.

"Oh, right." Hunter wasn't used to having non-witch friends and occasionally forgot that not everyone was a witch. "I'll just tell her to come here."

Bree come to Matt's room now! It's important

"Hopefully that will work" Hunter murmured, while Matt scoffed.

"Unlikely" Matt said.

XXX

Bree sat in the half empty cafeteria once again, except this time she wasn't waiting for Hunter and Morgan to come because she knew they couldn't. She'd walked away when she saw Cal drag Morgan out of the park and she had ignored her friend's screams for help. And now she sat, on her own, waiting for news of what Cal had done to her.

She leant over her coffee and put her head in her hands. Closing her eyes she tried to block out the images of Morgan hurt, of Hunter screaming to be let out. She couldn't help but think that she hadn't thought this through properly. Her best friend could be in serious trouble or could be hurt and she would be the cause of that.

But what was she supposed to do now? Even if she did regret it then it didn't matter, it was done now. Besides, Morgan and Hunter had hurt her more than she thought was possible. She wanted them to pay…but with their lives?

"Oh god, what have done?" Bree whispered.

Bree. Where are you? Where's Morgan?

Bree come to Matt's room now! It's important

Hunter's voice penetrated her mind and she was overwhelmed by how desperate he sounded. 'It's because of you' she thought.

Quickly Bree made her decision, took one last sip of her coffee then raced out of the cafeteria. She was going to help solve the mess she had made.

XXX

The small tickle of light that was seeping in through the closed curtains was dimming and Morgan knew that in a few minutes it would be gone. She strangely hoped Cal would arrive soon and turn on the lights. She didn't want to be sitting alone in the dark.

Morgan closed her eyes and leant her head back on the wall. Her hands ached and her neck was cramped from trying to stay up straight. She willed her body to relax but it wouldn't, she knew she had to stay awake. She needed to be alert for when Cal came back.

But that wasn't why she couldn't relax. She couldn't stop thinking about Bree. Every time she thought about her, her entire body would tense up. She wanted to know why Bree would do this to her, and if she had actually done it.

Cal could be lying, she thought, he's done it before.

But she knew he wasn't lying. Morgan had looked past it before, ignored it, but thinking back now she remembered that when Bree was convincing her to see Cal, she had been nervous. Frequently she had seen Bree fiddly with her hands and she had barely looked her in the eye. She had always joked that Bree would be the death of her. Now it seemed that might finally come true.

"Honey I'm home!" Cal called walking through the door. "It's a bit dark in here." He said flicking the lights on.

Morgan squinted as the new light hurt her eyes. When she had adjusted she noticed Cal was holding a paper bag and sticking out of the top was a handle of something.

"Don't call me honey" Morgan said coldly trying to get a better look at the object.

"Sorry I had to leave you, I needed to get something." He said ignoring her last statement.

"What did you need to get?" She asked.

"Nothing you need to worry about." He said emptying the bag onto a battered table in what Morgan could only guess was the kitchen.

"Who should worry about it?" Morgan grumbled. Cal laughed but didn't reply which unnerved Morgan enormously.

Painfully, Morgan twisted her body to get a look at the contents and saw a small bottle, some paper, rope and a candle. Next to all that Cal was holding up a small but sharp athame.

"Perfect" He whispered. Noticing Morgan watching him he lowered the athame and walked towards her. He sat down crossed legged in front of her and looked her in the eye. His face was solemn and Morgan began to dread what was coming.

"I don't want to do this Morgan, but I have to." He said.

Morgan swallowed. "Do what? What are you…Cal" She stuttered as she saw him move the athame towards her.

"Cal! What are you doing?" She screamed lurching her herself back only to hit her head on the wall behind her.

"He has to feel your pain. Then he'll know you're in trouble." Cal explained, though it wasn't really an explanation.

"What are you talking about? Cal stop!" He brought the athame up to her cheek.

"If he feels your pain, then he'll hurt too. He'll know you're in trouble and come running. He's clever, he'll find away out, and to you. But then it will be too late." And with that he sliced the athame down her cheek bone to her mouth. Screaming Morgan felt the knife cut into her skin and instantly the blood poured out. Unable to free her hands she howled as the pain consumed her. But because her hands were tied she had no way to stop the bleeding.

Cal stood up and walked away leaving Morgan alone. She fell on her side to the floor and rolled around in pain as her salty tears mingled with the blood and ran into her wound. Crying out she begged for Cal to come and stop the blood, to put pressure on it but he did nothing. He just watched her.

Eventually her tears faded, but the pain didn't. So she just lay there, begging over and over again for Hunter to come, to stop the pain. She just prayed he would come in time.

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