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Light World 3: The Witches of Olde

Chapter 2:

Annie's POV

The café was completely dark when I woke up later. I looked around for Jim, I didn't see him anywhere. Part of me missed him. I didn't want to be alone during all of this. I couldn't bear it if I lost anyone else I loved. Oh god, the kids, and Quinn?! The thought of Rhetta, Quinn and my kids trapped and killed flashed through my brain. I saw Rhetta stand up and get shot down. They trampled over her and killed Quinn next. The thought made me jump up from the booth and land in the debris of the café. I crawled to the hole and peered out. It was quite. In the distance I saw fire blaze, probably from the forest. They were looking for survivors. It made me shake. I hoped Chuck, Serena and Jennifer were the only ones who had died.

"Jim?" I cooed out into the darkness.

There was no answer.

I tried again for him. There was again no answer. Terror rose inside of me. What if I was alone? What if Jim had been killed or kidnapped? I would be alone in all of this. I panicked and felt myself breath quickly. I looked around and went back into the café. There were bodies just ten feet away. I looked around and cried. The thoughts came pouring in at once. We had gone through hell and I was standing here. I was a survivor. What made me special? Was I a chosen one? If so, then that meant I couldn't die? Could I? I crawled through the hole and ran to the street. I saw a flash of lights ahead of me. It was a tank. I was prepared. I saw the INGEN sign. I could die for my friends. I could move on for them. I had to. No, I couldn't. I had to protect them. I couldn't die in vain for them. I felt a body smash into mine. I fell into the debris and looked up. It was Jim.

"Are you crazy?" he hissed.

"Jim?" I said dazed.

"You are alive?" I asked.

"Of course!" he whispered.

I looked around. I guess I wasn't in on this alone. I had Jim with me.

"As far as I can tell they've only gotten into the main part of town. They haven't gotten to SARAH, which I think I found, and GD." He said.

"Okay," I nodded.

It was strange. The thoughts in my head weren't working properly.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes, I think I just want to go see my house." I said at once.

"Let's go then." He said lifting me up.

We made sure the coast was clear and then took off for my house. We past the wrecked main street, which thankfully, didn't have anymore bodies that we could see. When we entered the lovely little drive I once called my street. I looked at the white picket fences and trees. The image of what it once looked like played in my mind. Then the real picture came. The picket fences were coated in ash. The trees were run over and torn down. A large oak had crashed into Rachel and Joey's house. We walked through the street and looked around.

Something clicked in my head, "We need to hide. They could be out scouting."

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"I think I learned that on the CIA farm." I said.

He nodded and we walked to the dark row of houses. We knelt by Claudia's house and made sure the area was safe. When we were sure, we ran as fast as we could past the broken park and shredded slides. When we got to my house I looked at it in horror. It seemed far more ominous. How much time had passed since we left? A year? Two? A decade? It felt like the world was ripping apart. Jim nodded at my house as if to ask if it was mine. I nodded and he took me to the door. I found the front door open. It was merely ripped off it's edges. I could see the splintered wood it was taken off of. I touched it and then walked over broken glass. The entry way was full of pictures. Some of them from the Matrix and others from the past. I smiled and touched the picture of Luke and I. Even though I knew he still loved Ingrid, it was nice. I saw the picture of Joshua and Caroline. My children.

"Josh, Caroline!?" I called.

No answer, as I expected.

"Annie…" Jim said from the living room.

I ignored him and ran into the kids room. I saw their made beds. Whatever happened had happened during mid-day. I knew from the kid's schedule. I walked over to Caroline's bed and laid on it. I grabbed her stuffed giraffe and held it close. I cried and covered myself in her blankets. Why did this have to happen? Were Luke's kids cursed? His son with Ingrid had been condemned to a life on an Island. What had he caused to happen to my kids?

I rolled over and heard a click.

"Mommy, it's me. Caroline. Grandma Rhetta said it isn't safe here anymore. Aunt Quinn says we need to leave. She's having us travel with Uncle Jason and his son Kason. Joshua says he missed you and daddy. I hope you come home soon. I love you mommy." A recording said.

"Who are you talking to Caroline? We need to leave now." Quinn walked in. "Rhetta is outside with your brother and Jason and Kason. Go Quick. Annie, It's a long shot that you'll read this. But they're attacking Eureka." There was an explosion. "We have to go. We're taking the kids to GD for now and then if it doesn't settle down somewhere else." Quinn said gracefully. "Tell Clay I love him."

The recording ended.

I cried like a baby. I replayed it again and again to hear Caroline's voice.

It had been a while for them since we left. I hugged the bear tightly.

"Annie, you need to look at this." Jim said from the door.

I looked up at him and glared. I was mentally exhausted.

"What is it?" I asked,

"A message." He said.

I got up and followed him into the living room. I looked up from the floor to the wall that had a family portrait. I screamed.

Written in blood were the words: GET OUT AND RUN.. THEY'RE REAL.

It was Rihanna's blood.

And she was lying on the floor covered in it.

Robyn Rihanna Fenty was dead.

She had been killed in my living room trying to give us a message.