"NEW ORDER"

"KEY TO THE PAST"

(Witch and Wizard: After Chapter 42-44)

Byron

I drag my feet down The Hospital, where Whit and Wisty are held. I entered the dirty entrance and precede to the Matron, the chief of The Hospital. I've been visiting everyday to secure the prisoners are in their cell; especially the Allgoods. I need to report to The One on what's happening in their cell.

As I approach the Matron who was sitting on front of her desk, I salute "Informant Swain, assigning for duty!"

"Ah! Byron Swain, I've been expecting you." The Matron says as she scans her papers without even looking at me. "The One calls me earlier, and he says you're assigned for head official security."

"Are you serious?!" I jump in for a shock. I slam both hands on her desk. My rank lowers down from being the top-notched member of the Elimination Team to the head of the stinky security prisons.

"I am serious, Informant Swain" she makes a serious look at me. "Now go on with your new assignment." She gives me a list of things to do. I let out a heavy sigh in reply and salute sadly. As I turn my head around, I see a necromancer, holding a bundle of magic wands on his hand.

"Magic wands" Then that word become much bigger in my mind. There is something behind it that becomes a key of an event in the past.

Moving on, I scan my list and read quietly the first thing to do on it. It's about the Allgoods.

I take a quick look at Whit and Wisty going to their cells after they gave a big chaos in the courtroom. I enter their cell and greet "Hail prisoners!"

"What do you want? Just couldn't stay away? Wisty asks "Or are you a little Visitor-in-training?"

"So, we meet again," I smirk, considering it would be a good opening.

Her eyebrows rise. "That's the best you could come up with? 'We meet again'? I mean cliché much?"

I flush and press my lips tightly "Shut up witch!" I shout "Or I'll tell the Matron to stun gun you till you have no more attitude than a head of lettuce." Then I shaped my mouth to a smirk. "Now hear this. You have both been designated Extremely Dangerous, which is how the New Order characterizes the most severe threats and worst enemies."

"Extremely Dangerous" Whit continues "We're' honored. We'd like to thank our parents, of course. And Coach Schwietzer at the High school"

"As it happens, it turns out to be good news and bad news for you. The good news is that you get a pass on all of those tests you heard about a trial. And the bad news? Well, a rating of extremely dangerous lowers the age of execution from eighteen down to….zero. Which means, let me see…both of you can now be executed….tomorrow"

Then suddenly, motion starts to slow down or should I say, I'm daydreaming. I feel a slight of pity to the two criminals. In such a young age, they would be executed on front of the public. I secretly like Wisty, even though she bullies me around. What's unacceptable is that she is a witch, an enemy of the New Order and she and his brother must pay for the sins of the wizards and witches who killed my parents.

My mind sets back to reality. I smoothen my hair back and smirk my smile. "What's that you say? Black cat got your tongue? No wizardly wisecracks? Honestly, I'd love to know- what do you think of that hot pooping scoop?"

I glance and smile at Wisty, but she moves back to Whit. His voice rises with anger "You think that's funny?" He balls his hand to a fist."What if Wisty was your sister, and she was going to be executed tomorrow?" he asks.

I then remember my sister and best friend, Matilda." Because she'd betrayed the New Order, I had her executed weeks ago. My legs began to tremble and eyes start to pour tears. "But it's her fault that I killed her, why should be crying!" I steady my legs and I hold back my tears. "My sister was a traitor to the New Order." I say "and…I…turned her….in."

"So you think we're Extremely Dangerous?" she says as she taps her drumstick to the wall.

What did Matilda mean when she said about her parents."Byron, they didn't kill them. It was the N.O!" The New Order killed our parents? That's impossibly true. Wizards and witches are very dangerous to the society. "Yes. The world will be far better place without either of you."

"Because I'm a scary witch?" she sneers "a bad, scary witch?"

"That is correct." I say "You probably sold your soul for demonic powers."

Then she waves and points her drumstick at me. "Put that down, I command it!"

"Ooh, I'm a bad, scary witch." She says like she's playing me. I'm turning you to a pumpkin. Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo!" she acts like the drumstick is her magic wand.

"Magic wands" pops again in my head. Of a thousand words in thick dictionary, why would I think of magic wands? Wait a minute; if I remember correctly, my parents were not murdered by some magical spell, but they were shot by bullets!

A crack of electricity shoots from Wisty's drumstick to me. I feel the pain in my entire body and thus, I cry aloud in pain "AAAARRRGHHHH!"

BOOOM! Smoke gathers around me. Fur come out at the side of my head, my nose and mouth extend forward, my body seems to form something that I wouldn't rather be looking.