A/N: Okay! Wawsome! Thanks for all the reviews! This has encouraged me to continue writing the story. Oh, forgot this in the last one, But I do not own WITCH or Any of it's characters. I do how ever own any OC's in this including the mysterious men, assassins, and any others I can think of. Any ideas portrayed here are my own or I have the consent of the original author and are only coincidental if they resemble another set of ideas. Alrighty then, I will stop writing here and let you people get down to reading! Review please.
W.I.T.C.H.: Dead Memories
"Planning Murder"
The season was changing, Will could tell as she rode her bicycle to school. The trees had started to change from their unmistakable green to the beautiful yellows and reds of fall. She remembered childhood years when she would go out and jump in the giant pile of leaves her mom had raked up. She loved to roll around in them and always ran away as her Mom scolded her for scattering the fallen leaves. Taking a deep breath and sighing Will looked upon the gates of Sheffield Institute. Sheffield was marginally okay, only because of her friends and fellow guardians attended it also.
Thinking back she remembered when she first met Taranee, her best friend since coming to Heatherfield. Taranee was dressed in an orange shirt with blue jeans. Liquid brown eyes peered through glasses that rested on the end of her nose. She had many colorful beads strung through out a head full of braids.
They had first met at Sheffield and had hit it off right away. Their bond had only become stronger as they soon found out that they were fellow Guardians meant to protect a magical barrier called the Veil.
Will, as the leader of the Guardians, also made friends with Hay Lin, Cornelia, and Irma. The five of them together formed the team that protected against all that was evil. Hay Lin controlled air and was the only guardian who could fly, despite the fact that they all had wings. Cornelia had power over earth and the life that grew from it. She was also friends with Elyon Brown, the true heir to the throne, the Light of Meridian. It had been a terrible blow to Cornelia when she had learned that her best friend had been tricked into joining the ranks of Phobos. Irma was the wisecrack of the group. Not only could she control water, she could make a bad situation not so bad with a joke of hers. Taranee herself could control probably the most powerful element of them all, Fire. She had demonstrated how dangerous fire could be when Elyon and Prince Phobos had imprisoned her in Meridian. She had shown that fire can be dangerous if you play with it. Lastly, Will was the Keeper of the Heart of Kandrakar. Will controlled energy and could talk to all the electrical appliances she ran across. As the leader of the team, she faced leading the rest of the girls in the battle to defeat Phobos and restore the throne to Elyon.
Will slowed her bike down and brought her thoughts to the present as the school loomed ahead. She brought her bicycle to a stop and walked it to the bike rack locking it up. She scanned the school yard for the rest of the Guardians as she entered through the foreboding front gates. Spotting the group together under a cottonwood she waved and walked over to them.
"Hey Will! How is it going?" Asked Taranee as will hugged her.
"I am doing fine. How about yourself?" Will said yawning. She had gotten her homework done despite the lost time, but it had cost her sleeping time.
"Were all doing fine. We were just discussing the Senators murder." Said Hay Lin in her usual fashion style. She had goggles on her head with a flavorful skirt and multicolored stockings.
"Yea, I heard it on the news while I was eating breakfast." Will said looking around the faces that saw her as their leader.
"They say that it was some hit man that did it. A professional job, though I don't know why someone would have him knocked off." Said Cornelia with a nod of her head.
"Oh you know Corny. He was supporting the bill that guaranteed that blonds would be helped with all of their faults." Quipped Irma using Cornelia's long hated nickname.
"I am not Corny! Stop calling me that Irma. And just because your not popular because you don't have the looks doesn't mean you have to put other people down." Cornelia snapped back.
"Oh ho! Look who's talking now!" Irma said with a sly grin on her face.
"Stop it you two!" Will said flabbergasted. Cornelia and Irma were always at each others throats. The bickering two didn't have time for a retort because the 5 minute warning bell had just rung telling students that class would start soon. "Well, see you guys at lunch time."
They all nodded their heads in agreement as they took off into the double doors that most students would label as the end to their freedom. And there standing there to help the few stragglers get in was Ms. Knickerbocker, the school principal.
"Come along boys and girls! School is such a wonderful place and I know that all of you are eager to learn. Come along now, hurry up! Don't be late for class!" her voice said echoing over the emptying school yard.
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The day went on as usual. The guardians all met at lunch and continued to discuss the assassination of the senator. It had been all the buzz in their history classes. In fact, their teachers decided that now was a good time to review the assassinations of Kennedy, Abraham Lincoln and other prominent people. Will was pretty sick of the whole business and had an uneasy feeling about her as if she had committed the actual murder.
"So, anyway, as I was saying, that is just to weird about the connections between the Lincoln and Kennedy assassinations for it to be pure coincidence," Said Irma sitting down by the tree with her sack lunch. Everyone else sat with her and began to dig into each of their home packed lunches, courtesy of loving parents.
"Enough of this assassination crap. I am sick of it for now. Anyways, we have to plan our next move against Phobos." Will said shaking her head.
"We haven't heard anything from Caleb lately, so everything must be going good with the rebels." Cornelia said next flowing into the subject change as if they had been talking about Meridian and the fate of its people and true ruler seconds before. The rest of the girls were a little estranged by Will's outburst, but didn't say anything.
"I think tomorrow we should go back and see how everything is there." Hay Lin said to the group while biting into her PB & J sandwich.
"Yea, what is tomorrow anyway, Tuesday?" Said Taranee.
"Yep, All day tomorrow," Said Irma with a grin on her face. "Well, why not tonight after school?"
"I can't" Said Taranee with a look of guilt on her face. "Me and Nigel are going to the movies. Sorry, I won't be able to go."
"Yea, and I would rather we all went. We never know what might come after us this time," Will said relaxing with the change of subject.
"Okay, it's settled then. Tomorrow after school we will go to Meridian to check up on things." Cornelia said empathetically with a nod of her head.
"Okay, meet by the old junk yard?" Asked Will to see if that was a suitable spot.
"Yep, I am okay with that. But please, don't bring Blunk." Joked Irma as she finished up her candy bar. The girls all laughed at this and finished up lunch when they heard the bell ring.
"Back to the grind." Thought Will as she gathered up her stuff and headed back into the aging school building.
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"Yes?" came the reply in a hoarse voice over the phone.
"I have a job for you. It requires your ah… delicacy in the matter." The driver from the black Mercedes said nervously scratching his five o'clock shadow.
"And what would this job be? Perhaps some one needs to be silenced?" The man on the other end suggested.
"Yes, most certainly." The driver said thinking of the red haired girl.
"The standard rate?" The man asked, his voice giving out in the end from lack of use.
"Let's just say this job is special, and the standard rate will be increased to cover the costs." The driver said anticipating the question. He was also ready for the next question.
"Excellent. The target?" The voice said with a hint of excitement.
"You will be receiving the information relatively shortly by standard courier… It's the Red head. He wants her eliminated by Tuesday." The driver said clearing his throat. "She is so pretty. To bad she had to be killed." He thought while shifting the phone to a more comfortable position.
"It will be done. Is the information accurate?" The soon to be murderer asked.
"As accurate as can be. Remember, leave no witnesses." The driver said reminding the hit man of his ultimate rule.
"As always. What witnesses?" he said jokingly, chuckling to himself.
"Exactly. Half now, Half later. You know how to reach me when the job is done." The driver said hanging up. With a sigh he went back to his usual business. By this time tomorrow, Will Vandom will be dead.
A/N: Okay! That was the chapter. So, someone is plotting murder, and it involves Will! Hopefully Will lives. Tune in for the next chapter. Reviews please!