Chapter 13

You Know My Name part 2

Lena, panicked, began to spin around, trying to find her way through the fog. She couldn't even see the walls of the buildings on either side of the street, and could only guess that it was daytime because she could see how white and thick the fog was. She turned her flashlight on, but its beam was too weak to cut through the fog, and so was the light of her chronal-accelerator. How had she ended up here, back on the surface in the middle of the day when they'd entered the witch's lair in the evening?

She called out:

"Angela! Fareeha! Sombra! Hey! I'm here guys!"

No answer, only her voice echoing in an empty street.

"Guys!"

Someone passed behind her, though she couldn't turn around quickly enough to see who. She only her faint footsteps, and the way the fog had twirled around them. She readied herself. She may not have a weapon or fighting skills, but she knew with her powers a single hit could pack a punch nonetheless.

"I'm warnin' ya', I'm not going down without a fight!"

She felt someone circling around her, though either too quickly or too covered by the fog for Lena to see them. There was a laugh, familiar yet evil, sending shivers down Lena's spine.

Suddenly, she felt it. Something cold coming against her back, right under her ribs. Even with her power, she could barely react in time. She bolted, her hand catching the hand holding the weapon, and her other hand, on instinct, closed around her attacker's other wrist. Then she looked up, and almost let go of her attacker's hands.

Sombra was standing before her, a dagger in one hand and a smirked glued to her lips.

"I should have done that ages ago!"

In one swift move, Sombra freed herself from Lena and tried to stab her. Lena avoided the attack only thanks to her powers. She then moved back, slowly, her eyes darting to and fro between Sombra's face and the dagger.

"Come on, you don't have to do that, remember? I'm fine and... we're friends..."

"I don't make friendships with monsters!"

"Now that's harsh..."

Sombra tried to stab her again, and Lena saw the glimmer of fury in the Latina's eyes. She decided to make a run for it. She turned around and sprinted away from Sombra, leaving a trail of blue light behind her. She ran as fast as she could through the fog, sure she'd left Sombra behind, but still meaning to put as much distance between the two of them and finding a nice hiding spot until she could find someone less aggressive toward her.

Suddenly she tripped and fell heavily on the paved streets. She barely had time to be stunned by the shock, as the same laugh as earlier echoed oh so close to her. She pushed herself up, but a kick in the ribs only made her roll on her back with a groan. Sombra was once again standing above her, dagger in hand.

"Don't do it, please! I'll do anything... Just... don't kill me!"

Sombra's smirk grew, terrifyingly so, and she kneeled beside Lena, ready to stab her once again, still laughing menacingly.

How she had ended up alone, in the middle of a foggy street, Hana still didn't know. Somehow she'd lost Sombra though her girlfriend had been standing very close to her. But as soon as she'd realized she was lost, all of her newfound hunting skills had kicked in. She'd taken her dagger in hand, and began to move carefully around the streets, mapping mentally her way, noting which streets she'd taken and which she hadn't until she realized she'd been walking in a big loop for the past few minutes.

She decided to taken random paths then, alternating between left and right, but once again found herself back to where she'd come from, as she recognized the crates left against the closed-off entrance to a bookshop.

She huffed, exasperated. Was this a spell, bounding her to always come back here, or was she in a hallucination, like Sombra earlier? Either one was plausible, after all, or maybe both at the same time. It would be harder to find the Witch if she was stuck in place.

Setting aside her fear of ending up stuck here forever, she began to walk again. She decided if she was stuck in an endless loop, then so was everyone else, and she wouldn't give up until she'd found a way to free them all.

There was a laugh, suddenly, both familiar yet strange, as if she'd heard it a thousand times but never with that evil ring to it. She looked up, and through the fog she could barely make out the shape of Sombra, seating on one of the roofs. Hana felt relief wash over her. At least she wasn't alone in this hell anymore.

"Sombra! I'm so glad you're here! We need to help the others."

Yet Sombra continued to laugh until it made Hana shiver uncomfortably.

"Sombra?"

"You really are as dumb as you look, you know."

Hana was shocked to hear those words coming from Sombra.

"What do you mean?" she asked, stunned.

"'What do you mean?'" Sombra mimicked mockingly. "See what I mean! How could I ever think you would make a good hunter. You're not even a good assistant!"

Hana shook her head, frowning.

"You're not Sombra, aren't you?"

"Oh wow, you're even stupider than I thought! And who would I be, if I'm not Sombra?"

"You're the Witch, and I'm going to kill you if it's the last thing I do!"

Though Hana could barely see Sombra through the fog, she saw something morphing on her face. Her smile became impossibly large, and she stood up, laughing, her eyes shining brightly. Hana was about to climb up to join her, but the fake Sombra ran off. Instantly Hana took off after her, her teeth clenched.

The instant Sombra saw she was alone she took her dagger in her hand and used her powers, becoming invisible. She knew the Witch could probably sense her, but between the fog and her invisibility, she knew she would be harder to find. She began to run around and quickly realized that she was stuck in a loop, always bringing her back to where she'd begun. She wondered whether the witch had placed them in space boxes, each of them right next to the other yet never able to hear, see, or reach the others.

She would have continued to look for an answer, when she heard the cry of a child, echoing loudly around the street. Though the twist in her guts told her it was a very bad idea to go check, Sombra quickly began to run toward it. She hadn't even noticed she'd willed her invisibility away until she stopped dead in her tracks. She was standing in a dead-end, and through the thick fog, she could discern the shape of a child, crying in a corner, making themselves as small as possible.

She carefully walked closer, her dagger back in its sheath. She raised her hands calmly, and stepped closer carefully. With each step she took the child tried to move away from her, as if they'd wish to melt into the wall. Their sobs turned to strangled heaves.

"It's alright... I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm just here to help..."

"That's what he said too..." the child let out, a girl from her small voice.

"Who?" Sombra asked.

She finally closed enough distance to see the girl, and she froze, her heart stopping in her chest. The girl was small, no older than seven. At least half of her long dark brown hair had been shaved, and a series of mean cut passed around her skull. They had yet to heal, as metal clips had been used here and there to keep the wounds close. She was wearing a bloodied hospital gown, though most of the blood came from the cuts on her arms and legs. There was a dark purple bruise on her cheek, and another one on her neck, where a needle had been inserted so often that it had left a hole. Her fearful brown eyes were red with tears, as she clutched her teddy bear close to her chest, its fur matted with dried blood.

Sombra didn't know whether to hug the little girl or run away from her as quickly as possible. But before she could choose, the little girl, shivering and sobbing, pointed to Sombra.

"He did."

Her heart sank to her gut, and she didn't dare turn around, until a cold hand touched her shoulder. She bolted away from the man, and as she felt her back hit the wall she realized the little girl was gone, leaving only a pool of blood on the floor. She swallowed and looked up. There, standing before her, was a man. No, not a man. A monster. Twice as tall as her, at least, with a long twisting body, clad in medical gear. Over his mouth was a heavy gas-mask, and on his forehead was a light, like that of a lighthouse. Under, she could only imagine his cruel, bloody eyes, always frowning. He moved, snake-like, and place a hand on Sombra's shoulder. She was frozen, and there was nothing she could do but wait as he slivered closer to her, his cruel voice muffled by the mask:

"Come Olivia. It is time to finish what I started..."

Angela had only felt Fareeha's hand leaving hers, and the sudden coldness of her palm had made her realized that she was alone, in a foggy old market. She frowned. Had all of this only been a dream?

"Angela, you're back!"

She turned around, and with a smile she saw the little girl from her dream, running toward her, arms outstretched. She kneeled and picked the girl up, hugging up. It was indeed the girl she'd accompanied in many of her dreams, with the same blond hair tied in a ponytail, but this time, her blue-gray eyes were shining with happiness to see the older blond. Though Angela had dreamed of this little girls often, it was the first time it seems that the little girl remembered her.

"Do you know where we are?" Angela asked. "I was helping my friends but they all disappeared."

The girl shook her head, her arms snaking around Angela's neck.

"There's only us here, and my parents."

"You found them?" Angela asked, both surprised and relieved.

"Yes. Come on, I'll show you to them!"

Angela let the girl down, who took her hand in hers and began to run, dragging Angela with her.

The fog was still as bad as usual, and Angela wondered how the little girl could find her way through it. But after wandering around for what felt like hours, they arrived in a broader street, and the shape of two people standing still appeared through the fog. While the little girl didn't hesitate to move closer, Angela slowed down. There was something awfully wrong, she knew. The way her heart sank into her chest made her stop walking altogether. The little girl let go of her hand and ran to the two people, disappearing in the fog.

"Come on, Angela! I'll introduce you!"

Angela wanted to say no, to walk away, to run away, but her feet moved forward nonetheless, and soon enough she'd cross through the fog, who disappeared the instant she came face to face with the parents. They were unmoving, like statues, and though she hadn't seen them in a long time, she recognized them instantly. Blond hair, the man's a bit darker. Both with blue eyes, the woman the color of the sea and the man's like the sky. Pale skinned and with delicate features. Angela felt her heart clenched in her chest. She quickly placed a hand on her mouth, ready to vomit. Tears began to sting her eyes. This wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare.

"What kind of a sick joke is this!" she yelled.

The little girl looked at her with confusion, her hands each holding the hand of one of her parents.

"What do you mean? These are my parents. We just moved to the United States because that's where daddy's going to work, but mommy promised we'd find a new magic shop close to home, because we used to visit a great one in Zürich. So I hope the American shops are even better."

Angela felt a cold sensation run along her body, from the nape of her neck to the tip of her toes. Her brain, however, was burning, as if her mind was trying to figure out the truth from the fake. The little girl let go of her father's hand, and extended it to Angela:

"You can come with us if you want to!"

The little girl smiled, and began to smile so much it looked terrifying.

"Come on, why don't you come with us?"

Fareeha had known all of this was just an illusion the instant Angela's hand disappeared from her own, and she'd been lost in the mist. She frowned, trying to see as far as possible through the fog, and when she realized she couldn't see anything but brick walls, she began to run, all of her senses on high alert. It was very strange. She could still smell Angela, but every time she followed the smell and tried to get closer to the blond she ended up hitting a wall. Even stranger, while she hadn't seen or heard anyone else she could smell them all, and sometimes she found one of them, and followed them, but couldn't see them at all. Sometimes they would pass through a wall and she couldn't follow them, and sometimes they would turn around as if they'd hit a dead-end, but the street continued on for her. She'd tried calling them on, wondering if it would help, but it didn't. After looping around for what felt like hours, and following everyone's smell, twice, she decided it was time to see what happened when a mental space was wrecked.

She took her jacket and shoes off, placing them safely in a corner, and began to transform. She was quite proud of the way she'd mastered the curse over the last few months. Now, it barely hurt when her bones cracked and grew, her ears shifted from the side to the top of her head, her nose and mouth extended into a muzzle and a tail pierced her back. She shook herself, getting used to the feeling of this new skin once again, and once she was sure everything was in place she punched the closest wall. It cracked, and after two more punches, it collapsed. She looked inside for a second. It was empty, save for darkness, but she could smell someone else, even more strongly than before. She'd wish it was Angela, but it was only Hana. It would have to do, she thought.

She walked inside, and suddenly, instead of being inside a dark empty building, she was in the middle of another foggy street, much like the one she'd been running around in. But this time, it was different. She only had to take a few twists and turns to realized it was in another configuration. Still a closed loop, yes, but a new loop.

She followed the smell of Hana, who had been running in circles ever since she'd arrived. It only took her a minute to find the short girl, and run up to her. Hana had been pursuing an impish version of Sombra, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, when she suddenly hit at full force Fareeha's soft chest. She almost fell on her butt, wondering what she'd hit and annoyed she'd lost sight of the Witch, when she realized Fareeha was seating in front of her.

"Fareeha? You were with me all along?"

Fareeha shook her head, and made a sign of the paw, for Hana to follow her. Hana nodded and obeyed, the fake Sombra all but forgotten. Fareeha hummed the air until she was closed to smelling someone else, and she knocked down another wall, making it look effortless. Once the wall was down, she indicated for Hana to pass through. Hana obeyed, and instantly found herself on another foggy street, Fareeha appearing close by a second later.

Hana smiled at her, and hesitated before petting her head.

"Good job. Come on, let's find the others."

Jesse didn't know whether it was because they were a lot of them, and it coasted a lot of magic to separate them all, or because the Witch didn't really know what to do with them, but he ended up with Hanzo in the middle of the old market on the foggiest day ever.

"Welp, guess Sombra was right." Jesse declared, scratching his head before settling his hat back over his head.

"What should we do now?" Hanzo asked.

"Don't know. How about we walk around, see what we can find."

Hanzo nodded, and the two of them began to walk aimlessly, looking around but not seeing much through the fog.

Suddenly Jesse heard something, much like a whisper in the wind, but there wasn't a bit of wind flowing around them. He stopped and turned around to look behind them.

"You saw something?"

Jesse pursed his lips and turned back to the dragon.

"I thought I heard something, but it was probably nothing."

They continued to walk, and since they quickly realized they were going in circles they decided to ignore which way they were going, and just talk.

"So tell me, when's the moving?" Jesse asked.

"Next week."

"I can come help, I mean, if you need."

Hanzo shrugged.

"It would be nice of you. We don't have much to move anyway, but the more hands the quickest it will be."

Jesse smiled.

"You know, I've been meaning to take base soon. I've been the wandering hunter for a while, but I think I've had enough now. And since there seemed to be a lot of monsters to hunt around here, I might just stay."

Hanzo raised an eyebrow.

"Meaning?"

"Well.. you know..."

But Jesse never got to finish his thought, as another whisper seemed to pass through his ears.

"Joel..."

He shivered.

"Nod twice." the whisper said.

Jesse obeyed, his head moving twice. Hanzo instantly noticed the motion, and began to look around, his sharp dragon senses in action.

"Kill him..." the whispered continued.

Jesse took his gun from his holster. However, instead of aiming for Hanzo, his arm stayed motionless, weapon aimed at the ground.

"Go on, Joel, kill him."

Jesse's eyes found Hanzo's, and the dragon nodded. Jesse smirked.

"Don't know what you heard, but my name's not Joel."

In a swift motion, Jesse rolled to the side and Hanzo extended his arm. His hand, now scaly, closed on something, and as soon as his claws pierced the thing's skin, it became visible again.

The Witch was exactly how Sombra had described her. Angela, but with a hat. Jesse smirked. Blood was oozing from her neck as Hanzo put more and more force in his hand, digging his claws deeper into her skin. She whined painfully and began to choke, as Hanzo crushed her windpipe.

"Not so tough now, are you. Let me guess, you're only a portion of the real deal, am I right? So what happens when you kill a part of the real deal?"

The Witch continued to choke, as tears began to run down her cheeks.

"Let's find out, shall we."

Jesse knocked back the hammer of his revolver, aiming at the Witch's head, and pulled the trigger.

It was as if Jesse had pulled a lever. The Witch in Hanzo's hand turned to golden dust and flew away, while the fog around them disappeared completely. The building crumbled on themselves, and the pavements on the street melted away. It left them in a bright decrepit room, larger than Jesse had expected. It was mostly empty, save for his friends and the Witch.

They were actually standing quite close to Fareeha, Hana, and Lena who had been tearing down a wall to join them when everything had disappeared. Lena was supporting most of her weight on Hana. She'd been in a fight, apparently, and seeing how many cuts were on her body she'd been close to losing. On the other corner of the room, Sombra was seating in a fetal position, still crying. Jesse instantly noticed her, and he ran up to her. She seemed still lost in her illusion, and when Jesse placed a delicate hand on her shoulder she jumped out of her skin and began to push herself away with her feet, as if she could melt into the wall.

"Sshh... It's okay... It was just a hallucination... You're alright... you're alright..."

Sombra stared longly in Jesse's eyes, as he passed his thumbs on her cheeks, erasing the tears still falling there. She threw herself into his arms, and he held her close as she continued to cry.

"It's alright... You're alright..." he said, passing a soothing hand on her back.

No matter how much it tore Hana's heart to see Sombra so broken, her attention instantly focused back to the Witch when she cleared her throat. She was standing in the middle of the room, and holding Angela with one hand on her shoulder, the other holding a dagger to her neck. There was still blood oozing from the claw shape marks on her neck, as well as from the bullet hole on the side of her head, tainting her blond hair red. A deep cut on her leg made her limp.

"Sorry to intrude on this touching family moment, but I have a family matter of my own to attend to. I would ask you to leave, now, before this gets out of hand."

Jesse glared at the Witch and detached himself from Sombra. He fetched a black beany from his pocket and placed it on Sombra's head. Instantly Gabe's ghost appeared beside them.

"Take care of her, I'll finish this."

Gabe nodded and placed his arms around Sombra.

Jesse stood up to rejoined the group. Lena had been placed in a corner, her hands holding the stab wound which had scratched her side. Everyone was standing in front of the Witch, ready to fight.

"You really all want to die, don't you? Fine, I'll cut her throat later, I suppose, once all of yours have been taken care of!"

The Witch pushes Angela aside, and with a golden spell, she attached her to the wall. Fareeha was the first to attack, running at full speed toward the Witch, all claws out. A concussion spell was enough to send her back and hit a wall. Jesse aimed at the Witch while Hanzo was turning as quickly as he could, a massive two head dragon taking his place in a cloud of smoke. Hana used all that smoke to approach the Witch, her dagger at the ready, but could barely cut her with the tip of the blade before the Witch caught her by the throat. She had to let her go almost instantly, however, as Hanzo's massive tail almost collided with her. She teleported away, appearing behind Jesse who'd been reloading. He rolled away, barely avoiding a spell which turned the concrete where he'd been standing into pebbles. Fareeha, back on her feet, ran and jump up Hanzo's massive body, before attacking the Witch from above. She almost clawed at her but the Witch turned to smoke, and Fareeha's claws passed right through.

For a better part of the fight, it seemed none of them managed to do more than a scratch on the Witch's body. Fareeha was being sent again and again in a wall, while Hanzo was so large he had trouble maneuvering around. He almost bit her off, once, before she teleported again. Angela watched them fight with fear. She knew at one point or another the witch was bound to tire, but when? She pulled on the magical net holding her to the wall. It felt much like a spider web, and with the right tool she could cut it, but she couldn't move her hand to open her bag and find her scissors.

Suddenly there was a flash of blue light, and the witch was pushed all the way against a wall herself. Lena was holding her up there, her arm under the Witch's neck and the other stabbing her belly with a dagger. She'd exchanged her flashlight for the fake Sombra's dagger when Fareeha had saved her earlier, and had been holding onto it ever since.

The witch gagged, blood falling from her lips as she began to laugh.

"My turn..."

Another spell sent Lena flying away from her. She would have hit a wall hadn't Fareeha placed herself between them, cushioning her fall. The Witch took the dagger out of her belly, letting the blood run as if it weren't important. She threw the weapon away.

Angela tried once again to push on the net, desperately trying to get to Lena to make sure she was alright, when someone appeared beside her. She almost jumped out of her skin, until she noticed it was Gabe, who had left Sombra's side, who looked still just as traumatized as before.

"Here. Sombra's got a plan, but it will only work if you play your part."

He handed Angela the witch's dagger, its blade still covered with dark red blood.

Angela took it and nodded, determined. She glanced toward Sombra.

"How is she doing?"

"She's been better, but she's been worst too."

He sighed.

"Four years of therapy reduced to nothing by a witch. I should have her to pay me back!"

Jesse realized with annoyance that he was out of bullets. He sighed, threw his revolver to the Witch in a weak throw and took his crossbow from his back. The gun hit her on the shoulder and she winced, but ignored it mostly, too focused on forcing Fareeha in the ground. Her paws were sinking more and more under the concrete, cracking it under her weight as more and more pressure was added.

Jesse aimed his first bolt, and noticed the golden glow of the net disappearing behind the Witch, Angela jumping off. He pressed the trigger, but his bolt was broken in half before it could even approach the target. He cursed. He glanced behind, only to find the spot where Sombra had been seating empty. He smirked. He placed another bolt in his crossbow, armed and aimed. For a second he thought the Witch had doubled herself, before he understood what was going on. He aimed at her shoulder, and fired. Not only did the bolt passed through her defenses safely, but it pierced through her shoulder. She yelped in surprise and stared at him as if he'd done a magic trick. She quickly turned around, and found Angela, her hands covered with blood, the dagger in hand. The blond didn't hesitate. She stabbed the Witch once again, the blade twisting in her gut. The Witch cried painfully, as everyone else stopped, surprised by the twist.

In a blink of an eye, Sombra appearing behind the Witch, crouching. She stood up in a swift motion, her blade plained in the back of the monster and cutting through the skin, all the way to her head. The witch barely had time to turn around that Sombra, fury burning in her eyes, stabbed her in the neck with her dagger, the blade passing through from one side to the other.

The blood flowing out of the Witch's many wounds suddenly turned to gold, and she fell to her knees, defeated. Sombra didn't waste time. She undid her belt and took the spell-book off, opening it in a swift motion. The pristine white pages seemed to attract the gold flowing out of the witch. Soon enough the Witch herself turned to golden dust, all of which was vacuum by the book. Sombra only closed it once every single gold particle was gone. With a long relieved sigh, she looked to Angela.

"This is yours, I believe."

Angela nodded, and when Sombra extended tiredly the book to her, she took it. Instantly it began to glow, and so did Angela. A few seconds later it stopped, and everyone looked with caution at Angela.

"What happened?" she asked.

"I believe you just got your powers back," Jesse explained.

Angela didn't really know what it meant, other than she would once again be able to do magic, after so many years ignoring it was even something she was capable of.

Hanzo and Fareeha turned back to normal, while Hana threw herself into Sombra's arms. The Latina was first surprised, but she returned the hug with a smile.

"Are you alright?"

"Don't worry. I'll tell you about it later..."

Hana nodded, but continued to hold Sombra, afraid she might fall apart again. Fareeha did the same with Angela, happy to see her safe and sound. The blond left the safety of her girlfriend's arms quickly, to run to Lena and make sure she was fine. Lena was cut and bruised, bloodied from head to toes, but still smiling nonetheless.

"Oh my god Lena! What happened to you?!"

"It was nothing... Just a fake Sombra who tried to cut me open. Your usual Thursday, you know?"

Instantly Angela opened her bag and began to tend to her wounds.

On the other side of the battlefield, Jesse was clapping a hand on his sister's shoulder.

"Good job out there."

"Oh please, you did all the work." Sombra declared.

"I don't think so. We would still be fighting if you hadn't stepped in."

Sombra shrugged.

"Alright, I did all the work."

Jesse laughed wholeheartedly.

"How about we hold onto the praises for now and go home?"

Hana nodded.

"Good idea! I'm starving!"

While everyone began to make their way out, Sombra stopped by Lena, holding out a hand.

"Thank you. I don't think I could have made it work without you."

Lena smiled and took Sombra's hand.

"I couldn't just watch you guys win without contributing. It's teamwork, you know."

Sombra smiled back and carefully helped Lena to stand up, passing one of her arms around her shoulder to support her.

"And I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been ignoring you, just because of the accident."

Lena smiled.

"It's alright. Fighting that fake you kind of made me realized that the real you would never really try to kill me."

"You were really afraid of that? That I could kill you?"

"Well... kinda... You seem to really hate me, you know."

Sombra sighed.

"It's a long story, and I guess I have a lot to be forgiven for. How about we start with this: You get to chose which pizzas we order when we get home?"

Lena smiled.

"So worth it!"

An hour and a half later, everyone was seated around the dining table, eating pizza. While Angela had taken the time to dress all of their wounds, they still looked like a bloody and dirty mess. Chairs had been pulled from every room to accommodate everyone, plates had been quickly given but barely used by anyone, five boxes of pizza dispersed in the middle of the table. There was a calm silence, beside the sound of people munching on food, but it was appreciated by everyone.

Angela hadn't been much hungry, with all the news she'd still had to swallow. She'd gone from working on her experiment all day to passing a test of magical resistance, to finding out that the Witch they'd been looking for this whole time had apparently been her, but not her at the same time, and finally to the fact that she was now a witch. It still baffled her just to think about it.

Feeling her phone vibrate in her pocket, she took it out and looked at the alarm. She set it especially for situations like this, when she had too much on her mind to think and she'd forgotten about her daily task.

"I have to feed the mice," she said as she stood up. "I'll be right back."

Sombra quickly took hold of one of the pizza boxes and handed toward Angela:

"Give them the all-veggie."

While everyone laughed, Angela only smiled faintly. Fareeha noticed it and stood up to follow her in the hallway.

"Are you alright?"

Angela smiled and took Fareeha's hand.

"You must have asked me five times since we came home. I promise I'm fine."

"I know, I'm just worried. I know what's it like to discover very suddenly the truth."

She smiled.

"So if you want to talk, I'm here."

"Thank you. Go back to eat, I'll be right there."

Fareeha nodded, giving a peck on Angela's lips before she headed back to the leaving room, where everyone had suddenly begun to talk.

Angela entered her bedroom and closed the door behind her. She walked to her desk, where a large plastic cage had been placed. Ever since the end of her experiments in December, she'd taken the mice home with her, not ready to see them die after she'd put so much effort into saving them. She filled up their shared kit and watched them trot around happily. Lefty limped to his food, and she sighed. She felt nothing but pity for the poor thing. She'd tried everything, and by the looks of it, this semester's batch would also be a failure. She watched him eat with regret.

Poor little thing.

She agreed. If only she could help him.

You can, you know. Let me show you.

Angela opened the cage, and very carefully she picked up Lefty. She closed the cage back, and the began to look at the small rodent. It was watching her back with agitation, trying to wriggle out of her grasp. Angela's fist tightened softly around the small animal, and it squealed once, twice. A faint golden light escaped from her palm. Then she reopened the cage and placed him on the wood shards carefully. It tried to walk but failed, not used to have four legs. Angela watched him figure it out with wonder.

There are so many amazing things you can do with magic. Don't worry, I'll show you everything you need to know.

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So, as of today, Our Little Horror Story has had 1071 views, in fact we just broke the thousand milestone yesterday, so thank you to everyone who's read this story! It was a long project to work on, and I very proud of how it turned out so I really hope you enjoyed it!

As usual, I would like to thank the people who left reviews, followed and favorited the story. Six reviews so far, so thanks to Derrin Errow, Blackadder261, penchou, and RenatoDias for leaving a review! Then, the follows, seven so far. Thanks to Blackadder261, DiamondRobot187, RenatoDias, gostuff123, lacambra2000, penchou and subatomicorange for following the story, I hope you liked it all the way through! And finally, the five favorites. Thanks to Blackadder261, DiamondRobot187, Gamewins67, ShadowDragon145 and jomarayala470 for favoriting the story, once again I hope you liked it. I know maybe some of you are used to me going on and on about how awesome everyone is, but right now I'm a bit short on time, unfortunately, so let's get down to business!

And now, the big announcement: "Will Lucio ever become human again? Will the Amari curse ever be broken? Will Hana ever become a real hunter? What will happen to Satya the vampire? Will Angela ever control her magic or will it take control of her? All of that and more in the upcoming sequel!" Yes, I am now boldly announcing a sequel to Our Little Horror Story! I hope you're happy. I sure am. It became rather obvious that there were a lot of lose threads and characters to bring back (or bring for the first time, actually) so I decided almost immediately that it would have a sequel. Now, I'm not going to work on it just yet, I would say expect it before October 2018, hopefully! But seriously, I have a few leads, as spoiled in my amazing tagline, but I think I might need your help. So don't be shy, if you have an idea of something that could happen, of a character that could appear, and what type of monster they could be, leave a review! And if you don't know then just tell me what you thought of this last chapter or the story in general. I love reviews and I never get a lot, so even a critic (if it's well argued obviously) will be appreciated!

Anyway, I should be taking my breakfast right now... I'll see you all once again, I hope! Have a good week!

PS: I'll be posting a McHanzo Kids fic once-shot later today, if you want to check it out!