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Post by ottabelle on Dec 20, 2011 20:15:03 GMT
Annie clenched the hair tightly in her fist. It scratched her hand and almost hurt. She stuffed it in her pocket and hoped nothing would hurt it; she didn't have anything to tie it together with that she could think of. Her heart was pounding. She begged her brain to remember the terrible warning. She ran like she was barefoot on coal to get to get out of the school before anyone else could talk to her.
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Post by 4amWriter on Dec 21, 2011 2:38:35 GMT
Annie ran all the way to Miss Timmy's house. Out of habit, she slowed to a halt just outside Miss Timmy's rusty iron fence. A weathered statue of a crow stared balefully at her from atop the fence. Annie forced herself to think about why she was there: to start the spell that would make Nate McFadden hers.
She pushed open the gate door and walked through an overgrowth of toadstools and crabgrass to the sagging porch of Miss Timmy's house.
Before she could ring the bell, Annie felt something move against her hip. She looked down, expecting to see a dog nosing her but nothing was there.
She felt it again. She slowly realized what it was. "Holy cow," she said to herself and she wanted to throw up.
It was the lock of hair. It was alive, moving around in her pocket.
Annie couldn't wait to ring the doorbell. She turned the knob and
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Post by limebirdwriters on Dec 21, 2011 20:03:05 GMT
slowly opened the door. A strong smell of inscence hit her straight away, which made her step back suddenly.
The hair was almost pulling her forwards into the house, which didn't help her nerves.
"Hello?" she called out into the darkness. No reply.
Slowly, she stepped into the house, trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness in front of her. She saw some candles and burnt sticks on the side and tried to follow them for light. "Erm... hello?" she tried again a little louder this time. The hair seemed to be dragging her towards the back of the dusty home and eventually she just let it guide her.
Reaching her hand up on the door they stopped at, she gave it a quick shove. It opened and she saw
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Post by 4amWriter on Dec 22, 2011 10:41:44 GMT
Miss Timmy bending over a large steaming mop bucket. On the floor beside the bucket was a school picture of Nate McFadden, three dead roaches, the wing of a bat, and a jar of round things that seemed to be looking at her.
Annie heard the door behind her open and close, followed by footsteps. She whirled around and saw Darian.
"What are you doing here?" Annie hissed at him.
He grinned. "You didn't really think you could outrun the cross-country champion, did you?"
"What's this now?" Annie heard Miss Timmy say from behind her. Annie made a face at Darian before turning around to look at Miss Timmy. She was peering at them angrily.
"Annie, you weren't supposed to tell anyone about this."
"I know but..."
"you didn't make a deal or anything, did you? Because making a deal during the prepping of a spell can conjure black magic."
Annie's stomach turned. That's what Miss Timmy had warned her about, she now remembered. She'd told Annie not to make deals or promises. She thought about the handshake with Darian.
Annie was afraid to tell the truth, but she was more afraid of losing this chance of catching Nate McFadden. She said,
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Post by limebirdwriters on Dec 30, 2011 23:21:02 GMT
Come on... Who's next?
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Post by limebirdwriters on Dec 30, 2011 23:21:23 GMT
That wasn't what she said by the way... Haha!
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Post by ottabelle on Jan 9, 2012 23:59:52 GMT
"Miss-Miss Tammy, why is he here?" with tears in her eyes. He grinned at her with wickedness, more than even what they said Miss Tammy possessed. Miss Tammy gave the steaming mop bucket a kick, and it fell over.
"What did I tell you about deals!" She screeched. "You never make a deal with a devil!"
Annie stepped back and tripped over Miss Tammy's three legged stool. She landed on her back and stared up at Darian who suddenly stood over her. "I didn't!" She teared.
"You did." Darian grinned.
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Post by 4amWriter on Jan 10, 2012 18:14:52 GMT
Darian's clothes burst into flames. Annie screamed, trying to roll out of the way. Her hair caught fire. Darian lunged for her. Annie struggled as his burning hand grabbed her arm. From the corner of her eye, she saw the overturned mop bucket, its steaming contents spilt onto the wooden floor.
She yanked her arm as hard as she could, so suddenly that Darian pitched forward. His flaming boot landed in the liquid puddled on the floor.
Annie watched in horror as
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Post by ottabelle on Jan 12, 2012 23:38:29 GMT
Miss Tammy sliced her hand open. "Devil. Leave the child. Wouldn't an older soul closer to death suit you more?"
Darian turned at her and smirked. "What are you getting at, bat?"
"You heard me. I'm making my own deal. My soul, for hers."
Darian spat on the ground. "I don't think so."
Annie looked on with tears in her eyes and hugged herself, terrified. She didn't know what to do. She stared at the door and
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Post by 4amWriter on Jan 15, 2012 13:19:22 GMT
remembered the hair in her pocket. It was twitching, and felt warm against her leg. She remembered how it had pulled her into the house. How it had power all its own. She looked down and saw that Darian's foot was shriveling from being in the liquid.
The liquid! That's it! That would destroy him. But how to immerse him in the liquid?
"No, Miss Timmy," Annie said brashly. "It's my fault. I'm the one who made the mistake." Annie moved to the other side of the puddle. The hair moved madly in her pocket. Annie took out the clump of hair and handed it to Darian.
"Here. You can take over the spell."
Darian grinned and greedily took the hair. Suddenly,
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