He Has Returned… ch. 2: Witchcraft can't save you now
Macintosh walked to the forest, obviously having no trouble locating Zecora's hut. He needed a plan though, then he saw them. There were poisonous herbs located near him, he picked them up. What a perfectly ironic way for a witch like her to go, death by herbs. Macintosh grinned at the thought, this time, though, there would be no knocking at the door.
"Zecora, i'm coming in whether you like it or not."
Zecora didn't seem to mind, in fact, she loved whatever company came by.
"Hello Macintosh, it's a wonderful day. But what purpose makes you come my way?"
Macintosh answered quietly, but purposefully.
"no reason much, just wanting to say hi to my friend."
"A simple hello is always nice. But coming to visit will more than suffice."
Macintosh rolled his eyes, but Zecora didn't notice. Macintosh walked over to the cauldron, which was bubbling.
"what are you making here?"
"I'm making a potion, a special type of brew. It's witchcraft, but that is something you already knew."
Macintosh had almost had enough, he was tempted to kill her right there and then, but he had to wait a little longer.
"So Zecora, tell me again why you decided to live out here, because i find it kind of odd."
Zecora didn't reply, and she obviously wasn't going to answer his question, so he just gave up. He kept trying to resist the urge to kill her, he knew her time would come, but he needed to prolong the death.
"Macintosh, I know what you are here to do. and I will make sure that you see it through."
Macintosh looked startled, did she actually know what his intentions were? She couldn't know… there was no way, but maybe she did? Macintosh had no way of knowing, until she spoke again.
"I know why you're here, my time has come. I saw you kill Rainbow dash, i'm not that dumb, so come on, do your worst, kill me. I will not fight back, as you soon shall see."
Macintosh looked at her, his eyes wide. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, she DID know, and she wanted to accept her fate, but did she know what method would be used to kill her? Macintosh held the herbs in his hand.
"Are you sure you want me to do this?"
Zecora nodded, she closed her eyes, and gestured for him to kill her then. Macintosh walked to her, and rammed the herbs, as well as his fist, half way down her throat. Macintosh waited for the herbs to do their job, then he left, not moving anything in the hut, to make it look like a suicide. It's a shame, he thought, an apothecary like her, brought down by the herbs that she used in her brews and spells.