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9: Powerful Sumac and Pecans

Cornered

He really hoped his uneasiness didn't show, but he had a feeling the beads of sweat dripping down his pale face gave him away. He really should have thought about the mission longer before taking it. He hadn't been expecting this.

Thinking over his actions again, he slowly backed up three paces, looking around anxiously. He knew what would happen if he went too far to the right, so escaping that way was a definite no.

He could feel the eyes of his enemy on him, watching his every nervous twitch and each time he shuddered when his soul convulsed. If he stayed put any longer, she'd immediately fall upon him like vultures on a carcass.

It didn't matter how long he ran or how he tried to escape her wrath, the truth was always there: He was cornered with no way out.

If he went left, he would be slaughtered by the sneak attack she had set up and kept giggling about. If he went right, it would be a massacre head on. She had him cornered with no way to escape, and he had no use but to accept his painful defeat.

Swallowing shakily, he raised his head to his attacker, facing her gleeful smile with what he hoped to be a strong look and whispered hoarsely, "You win."

An overly victorious laugh met his excruciating surrender, and he winced, waiting for the finishing blow. It happened with an agonizing slowness, giving him time to savor every last moment of his freedom. Then with a sickening crack, it was all over, and the only thing he could hear was the echoing words of his triumphant opponent: "Queen takes King!"

For a few seconds it was silent before a tiny voice much different than the demonic one from before inquired innocently, "Wanna play again?"

Spirit flopped down on the tabletop, scattering chess pieces all over and giving the young witch Angela a long, incredulous look. "That was our fifth game, Angie. Aren't you bored yet?"

With another squeal of delight, Angela's head rocked back and forth as she shook her head no. "I'm having fun! Play with me again! Again!"

Spirit exhaled a long trail of breath and slowly reached down, plucking his King that had fallen to the floor during Angela's victory antics, placing it on the board. "Fine, but one more."

Baby-sitting the young witch Angela had been an even more grueling task than he'd originally anticipated.

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A/N: Fear the mighty chess player Angela! And sorry for the shortness of this one… .

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