Chapter Two
Tara was in her room. Not only did she have a bad feeling about this whole 'thing' thing. But she also wasn't sure if she was going to find anything out. She didn't have much information.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Standing, Tara walked to the door and answered it. Before she could even see who it was, she was rushed by a very bulky figure that slammed her back into the room, tossing the door shut behind it. Tara looked up and saw the figure better.
A man, tall and very muscular in a bulky sort of way, dark hair and wearing (you guessed it) dark black cloths stood tall and strait in front of Tara within a little distance.
Tara started to crawl, moving for her bed stand as the man walked towards her. She whimpered and pulled herself up. She went to run past him to get to the door and he took hold of her by the arms, twisting her around and holding her in his arms, her back to him.
Tara tried to levitate something to her or at him. He dodged the vase and threw her to the ground, hitting the wall against her back and head. She was disoriented by the fall and her feet were stuck in place as he headed towards her. Pulling out a stone, the next thing that went to go at him was dropped like the force on it lost it's grip.
"Loose something?" The man asked.
"Who are you?" Tara harshly asked, her throat dry from fright.
"You're end." He answered simply. Tara's gaze was stuck on the stone in his hand, slightly large, maybe the size of a shot glass, it started to glow and Tara felt dizzy. Soon her vision was swaying and she started to loose consciousness.
"Well, that was certainly easier than expected. Hope you're little friend is as well."
"Not likely." Willow spat as she pulled the stone from the man's hand. He turned and backhanded her, sending her flying to the ground. Stalking towards her, Willow looked over to see the stone on the ground. As she reached of it, the man just waved his hand to move her away and She slid across the floor. Picking it up, the man dusted the stone off and looked at Willow.
"That wasn't a smart move, witch... I'll make this one hurt." He rose the stone up once again but as the dizzy spell hit Willow, she threw her hand out and he flew across the room himself. Focusing again she pushed him away with the invisible power towards the door and out it, slamming the door after he was out.
She expected to hear banging on the door as she got up but it never came. Hurrying to the fallen fellow witch, Willow scooped Tara up, setting her head on her lap.
"Oh Goddess, Tara. Please be okay." She felt for a pulse.
None.
Willow started to cry, not only because of the fallen friend, but also of how close she was to it being herself.
Tara was in her room. Not only did she have a bad feeling about this whole 'thing' thing. But she also wasn't sure if she was going to find anything out. She didn't have much information.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Standing, Tara walked to the door and answered it. Before she could even see who it was, she was rushed by a very bulky figure that slammed her back into the room, tossing the door shut behind it. Tara looked up and saw the figure better.
A man, tall and very muscular in a bulky sort of way, dark hair and wearing (you guessed it) dark black cloths stood tall and strait in front of Tara within a little distance.
Tara started to crawl, moving for her bed stand as the man walked towards her. She whimpered and pulled herself up. She went to run past him to get to the door and he took hold of her by the arms, twisting her around and holding her in his arms, her back to him.
Tara tried to levitate something to her or at him. He dodged the vase and threw her to the ground, hitting the wall against her back and head. She was disoriented by the fall and her feet were stuck in place as he headed towards her. Pulling out a stone, the next thing that went to go at him was dropped like the force on it lost it's grip.
"Loose something?" The man asked.
"Who are you?" Tara harshly asked, her throat dry from fright.
"You're end." He answered simply. Tara's gaze was stuck on the stone in his hand, slightly large, maybe the size of a shot glass, it started to glow and Tara felt dizzy. Soon her vision was swaying and she started to loose consciousness.
"Well, that was certainly easier than expected. Hope you're little friend is as well."
"Not likely." Willow spat as she pulled the stone from the man's hand. He turned and backhanded her, sending her flying to the ground. Stalking towards her, Willow looked over to see the stone on the ground. As she reached of it, the man just waved his hand to move her away and She slid across the floor. Picking it up, the man dusted the stone off and looked at Willow.
"That wasn't a smart move, witch... I'll make this one hurt." He rose the stone up once again but as the dizzy spell hit Willow, she threw her hand out and he flew across the room himself. Focusing again she pushed him away with the invisible power towards the door and out it, slamming the door after he was out.
She expected to hear banging on the door as she got up but it never came. Hurrying to the fallen fellow witch, Willow scooped Tara up, setting her head on her lap.
"Oh Goddess, Tara. Please be okay." She felt for a pulse.
None.
Willow started to cry, not only because of the fallen friend, but also of how close she was to it being herself.