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Children Of The Prophecy - pt. 11
Summary: Jesse visits Cynthia again and everything goes to shit
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Tw: murder attempt (kInDa), knife attack, passing out, blood, magic healing & magic exhaustion, kinda implied past sh
Jesse glared at her laptop, displaying the mail she wanted to send.
>I need your help
Sending it wasn't the problem. It was to whom she wanted it sent.
A'graeth, her father, hadn't exactly shown his displeasure towards her contacting him, but then again, knowing he was planning something big was an unsettling thought.
Finally, she decided to press 'send'. She didn't have anything to do anyway, Vi being in the US with a visit to her little brother and father, and the twins being somewhere in Podlasie, on a one week long school trip. Not that they wanted to leave her alone, considering the recent events, but she just brushed their concern off, telling them to go enjoy themselves. She'd be fine.
Her phone beeped. She got an email.
She refreshed Gmail and read the message.
>What can I help you with
She typed in 'where is Lynn?' and pressed send
The message came immediately
It was an address. Krzywe Koło st., Warsaw.
Two thoughts crossed her mind.
Wasn't it where the Basilisk was?
And
Isn't it where Cynthia Crawford lives?
Actually, lived, since she's been dead for at least a few months.
Wait, did the psychic live where the Basilisk did? Seems like it…
She stuffed some things in her bag and left the house, locking the door behind her.
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The Krzywe Koło st. was a one lane street with old tenement houses on both sides. It was L shaped, and was a part of the Old Town. It was quite impressive, the buildings towering over it, a la skyscrapers.
Jesse entered the street, and walked to the tenement with the number 3. She entered it, and walked to the now familiar last floor. She knocked on the door with the number Thirteen and waited.
Much to her surprise, in the doorway stood Cynthia Crawford.
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They sat at the table in the psychic's flat.
"So, what brings you here?" Cynthia asked, sipping her Tymbark juice from a red mug
Jesse was quiet, staring at her mug. It was filled to the brim with the same juice as Cynthia's.
"I'm, uh, looking for my mother" she said quietly "my birth mother"
"Ah, yes" Cynthia smiled "Lynn Shadewalker. The witch from the crypt"
Jesse felt uneasy "yeah…" something was wrong
Cynthia got up from the table, her chair making a loud scraping noise, and—after putting her mug down—went to a room, its entrance covered by a bead curtain.
She came back soon after, with a glass vial, a knife, and a bowl with some black liquid.
Jesse was staring.
"Okay, I'll show her where she is" the woman said "but I still need your blood"
Jesse reached out with her arm, at the same time rolling up her sleeve. She put it above the bowl, not touching it.
Cynthia took the knife, and with a creepy, sinister grin sliced her wrist open. Dark, black-ish blood started pouring out, and Jesse jumped back, frightened. She didn't have the time to wonder why the hell her blood wasn't the color it should.
She was buzzing with adrenaline, suddenly remembering her EDB classes. Stop the bleeding and raise the hand above your heart.
She ran into the door, having no doubt Cynthia tried to kill her. After fumbling with the keys for a few seconds, she pressed the handle and sprinted outside. Shitshitshitshit—
Once outside, she ripped off the sleeve of her shirt and tied it tightly around the wound. The bleeding was slowing down, but still was dangerous.
Her whole arm was stained with the dark liquid, as well as her side. The makeshift bandage was already soaked, so she slowly untied it, just to see that instead of the wound, there was a pale, thin scar. She stared at it in disbelief, sliding her fingers across it. It was smooth, except where the blood was already drying.
She felt exhausted, her eyelids growing heavy with every step she took.
She stumbled into an alley, and curled up in the corner behind some boxes.
Closing my eyes surely wouldn't be a problem?
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When Jesse awoke, she was in the same empty alley. Thank whatever God there is, she thought.
Now, her decision to just fall asleep in an alley seemed reckless and stupid. She jerked upwards, glancing around. There was a girl about her age, staring at her with her vibrant violet eyes.
"What—" Jesse started, shifting uncomfortably. Her head hurt, and her nose felt stuffed
"Well, I saw you here, curled up against the box" the girl said "Thought I'd check on you, since you seem to have blood all over your clothes"
Jesse glanced at her wrist in panic, but found it the same as last time. Just a thin, light pink line, another one in her collection. They were old, some dating a few years back, and some a bit newer. They were criss-crossing her skin like tiny serpents wounding around her arm. She didn't pay them much attention.
"Who are you?" she asked, taking in the girl's appearance
She was wearing a brown, dirty hoodie with a white crop top underneath. She also had paper bag shorts, which was a weird thing, considering that it was still winter. Her violet eyes were bright, partially hidden by clear-rimmed glasses and strands of her loose, cherry hair.
The girl got up, and reached out with her hand for Jesse to grab. She did so, and the girl pulled her up.
"My name's Meredith. Or, alternatively, The First" she smiled
Jesse coughed, partly because her throat felt dry, and partly because she felt awkward "Jesse" she glanced around "Wait, how did you—?"
"Not many people walk around covered in black blood without raising the attention of anyone" she chuckled "you were cloaking yourself"
"But—"
"Yeah, yeah, you don't know how you did it, I figured, since you looked freaked out" she slowly led Jesse out of the alley "What were you doing here anyway?"
"I went to the psychic to find my mother" Jesse replied
Meredith paled, but didn't say anything
"What"
"Cynthia Crawford's been dead for over three months"
Jesse just stared at her "What about Lynette Mary Shadewalker?"
Meredith glanced at her with compassion "They didn't tell you?" she waited for some sort of reply, and seeing Jesse look at her in confusion, added "Lynn Shadewalker died in a mysterious fire at your manor exactly one year after you've been born…"
Jesse paled. She felt lightheaded.
Oh shit
Oh shit
If Lynn has been dead for sixteen years…
Then who was inside the crypt?
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EDB - Edukacja Dla Bezpieczeństwa (Education For Safety), a school subject lmao. It basically teaches you about first aid and how to help yourself in dangerous situations
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A little cliffhanger,
More characters
And whole lotta new ways to screw their life up >:)
Kidding,
Maybe…
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