Rated PG-13 for witchcraft
Synthea stood alone in the altar room, enraged at all the destruction Elizabeth's sabotage had caused. Julia had gone back to her house to change for the ceremony. Keith had gone to prepare himself as well. Gwen ran into the altar room and gasped at the site of the ruined altar.
"What happened?" She asked.
"That angel was here, that's what happened." Synthea snarled, picking up the ram's head and used her magic to place it back on the wall. "Did you do what I told you to do?"
"Yes, Mistress." Gwen replied, "The coven will be at the gathering place just after sunset."
"Very good." Synthea said, then turned to the others. "I think it's time to get ready ourselves."
Margaret silently watched all this, hoping for some sort of clue to where Mike was, but the witches said nothing to indicate where they were going.
Synthea walked upstairs to her bedroom, Margaret following behind. The kitten watched as the witch flicked her wrist and the cupboard door opened. Another flick of the wrist and a black robe with billowing sleeves floated out of the cupboard, followed by a black hat with a wide brim and a pointed top.
Synthea took the robe and put it on, admiring herself in the mirror. She saw Margaret's reflection in the mirror and turned around.
"You're a curious little kitty, aren't you?" Synthea chuckled, "You know what they say curiosity will do to a cat, don't you?"
Alice walked into the room just then. She was dressed in a black hooded robe, but had the hood down.
"Oh let's satisfy her curiosity, sis." Alice said, "Let's take her with us. She could be our little mascot."
"Good idea." Synthea replied, plucking her hat from mid-air, "At the very least, she'll annoy Keith."
Alice frowned at her sister, then picked up Margaret and tucked her under her arm. The kitten fought the impulse to scratch and bite the evil witch.
"Are you ready?" Alice asked her sister.
"I've been ready for this for months." Synthea stated.
With that, Synthea, Alice and Margaret disappeared.
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Back at the pad, Elizabeth, Micky, Peter, Davy and Darlene were still praying when suddenly the angel gasped and opened her eyes.
"What is it, Elizabeth?" Micky asked, "Is it Mike?"
"No, it's Margaret." Elizabeth replied, "She's been transported."
"To where?" Peter asked this time.
"She's not too far away." The angel replied, "But I can't get an exact location."
"Why not?" Davy asked her.
"So much evil...there's a convergence of evil taking place." Elizabeth said, closing her eyes, "I can still sense her, but it's like she's in a fog."
"Well, if those witches took her there, maybe that's where Mike is too." Darlene put in.
"Yes, everyone pray with me, so I can find out exactly where they took Margaret." Elizabeth said.
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Mike felt like he was floating in total darkness. Every which way he looked was pitch black. Still fighting Keith's spell, Mike was becoming more and more aware of what was going on around him. Mike knew he was in danger, but he was unable to form the words to think or speak to ask for help.
Suddenly out of the darkness there appeared a pair of green eyes. Mike recognized those eyes, but didn't know why. The darkness around him began to fade, going from gray to white, the green eyes staring at him the whole time.
Finally, the white around Mike faded too and the Texan could see behind those green eyes. They belonged to a beautiful woman with dark hair hanging down to her shoulders. Mike realized he knew the woman, but couldn't think of her name. She turned her head and looked at someone beside her.
"Isn't he out of the spell yet?" She asked impatiently.
"In another few seconds." The other person said, "It takes time to recover from something that powerful."
The mental prison around Mike vanished in an instant and he gasped at the sudden clarity of thought.
"Hello, Mike." The woman said with a mocking smile.
"Julia?" Mike asked, blinking "What's going on, what happened to me?" He struggled in his bonds.
"Keith put you under a blocking spell so nobody, especially your angel friend, would know where you are." Julia replied.
Suddenly Mike screamed as it felt like a bolt of lightning hit him.
"Just because I removed that spell, don't think you can still call for help." Keith said smugly, "Every time you try to think of your angel friend, you'll get a nasty jolt."
"You're lucky I'm strapped to this chair, dirtball." Mike snarled, fire in his eyes.
Keith chuckled, but took a step back from Mike's chair. Just then, Synthea walked into the room, followed by Alice and Gwen. Margaret followed a few seconds later and stayed by the door. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Mike.
"So here's the great descendent of St. Thomas." Synthea mocked, standing in front of Mike. "Funny, you don't look like anything special to me."
"Neither do you, I guess that beauty spell of yours isn't working." Mike shot back.
Synthea slapped Mike hard across the face.
"We'll see how witty you are as you watch your blood drain from your body and into my sister Jynger." Synthea said smugly.
"My friends will..." Mike screamed as he tried to think of Elizabeth again, "...will find me long before then." He gasped, "And you'll be sorry. So why don't you just release me and go back to that hole you crawled out of?"
"What are you, some sort of witch master that thinks he can order us around?" Alice asked.
"You think that being the descendent of St. Thomas makes you better than us, don't you, Mike?" Keith asked him.
Mike screamed again as he tried to call on Elizabeth.
"Let's leave the witch master to his thoughts, shall we?" Alice asked the others.
They all gave Mike a mock bow and vacated the room, Julia lingering behind. When the others had gone, Julia walked back into the room. Margaret stayed to see what would happen.
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