Here it is -- Part 2 of my short story. I finished it, re-read it, and said to myself "Did I just write that?!" Stay tuned for part three of this four part series.
"I know," said Hettie as she shook her head in dismay. "It's just not like what it used to be. Remember when they used to beg for their lives?"
Hettie was standing next to one of the boys who was strapped to a chair. His eyes were starting to open. "Uh-oh, looks like this one is coming to. I just hate it anymore when we have to knock them out."
The boy came to and looked up at Hettie before realizing that he was strapped to a chair. "You fuckin' bitch! I'm gonna kill you! You bitch..." Hettie pushed his forehead back and slit his throat before he could finish his last sentence. Blood gushed down his shirt and all over the floor. He choaked and tried struggling free, but his actions slowly faded.
"Such language these days," said Hettie. "And that last batch of knock-out spell must have been weak."
"You have to look at it this way," said Hazel smiling. "We still get to see lots of blood."
Hettie sighed. "I know. But I want them to be awake and aware that they're young lives are coming to an end." She shook her head again in dismay. "It's just not the same."
"I don't see how we can be so upset with them," said Hazel. "They don't appreciate their lives any more than we do."
"Yes, but they used to be so nice about it," said Hettie. "Today all they do is swear at us. They don't even beg for their lives. I feel that this generation just doesn't care about their lives or anyone elses."
"Thanks. He was a bit heavy." Hettie took a long blood-covered knife and sliced open the boy's chest.
"You know I'm surprised that I even find hearts in these kids these days." She reached in and pulled out his heart cutting the arteries with the knife.
"Here's one more." Hettie tossed it into the pot. "Eleven down and one more to go."
"When do you think Bertha will be back?" asked Hazel who was tossing in some herbs and started stirring again.
"I don't know," said Hettie. "Hopefully she will find someone who will help finish the spell. It's not easy these days."
"Was she going to try to find one of those girls that saw us?" said Hazel.
"Maybe. I'm not too worried about them. Who would believe them anyway?"
"You're probably right."
Hettie left the room and returned a few moments later dragging a large girl by the legs behind her.
"Hazel, help me with this one. She's really heavy. How did we get her back here?" They both panted and heaved the girl across the floor. They stopped by the table with the boy's body on it. Hettie rolled him off to the side hitting the floor with a thud.
"Oh now, Hettie, you mustn't be so rude to them."
"Phttt... Like he would have cared."
"Hettieeeee...," said Hazel. "You are becoming insensitive." They picked up the girl and Hazel laid her head gently on the table. Just as they finished adjusting her, the door flew open.
"I'm back," announced Bertha as she carried a body over shoulder.
"Oh Bertha, you shouldn't be carrying somebody by yourself like that. You might hurt your back." Bertha unloaded the body onto a nearby sofa.
"Well, I got that last one we need. That should do it. Boy, was she hard to catch! I had to chase her down the street." Bertha smiled proudly at her accomplishment. "How's the brew?"
Bertha and Hettie walked over the steaming pot. "Well, the spell is fine. I wish I could say the same about Hazel." Hazel made a face over disapproval.
"I am fine," said Hazel. "It's this damned generation that upsets me. They have no respect." She rolled her eyes, shook her head, and proceeded to cut open the girl's chest. As she cut, she mumbled "I just don't get it. Damn kids today." After she laid the knife down, she reached into the cavity and yanked out the girl's heart. And with a quick turn, she tossed it into the pot.
The Witch Tale --Part 2
Hazel stood over the large metal pot on a wood fire stirring the steaming concoction. After brushing her hair from her face, she finally looked up at her sister. "Hettie, have you noticed these kids today just aren't the same as what we used to get?"
"I know," said Hettie as she shook her head in dismay. "It's just not like what it used to be. Remember when they used to beg for their lives?"
Hettie was standing next to one of the boys who was strapped to a chair. His eyes were starting to open. "Uh-oh, looks like this one is coming to. I just hate it anymore when we have to knock them out."
The boy came to and looked up at Hettie before realizing that he was strapped to a chair. "You fuckin' bitch! I'm gonna kill you! You bitch..." Hettie pushed his forehead back and slit his throat before he could finish his last sentence. Blood gushed down his shirt and all over the floor. He choaked and tried struggling free, but his actions slowly faded.
"Such language these days," said Hettie. "And that last batch of knock-out spell must have been weak."
"You have to look at it this way," said Hazel smiling. "We still get to see lots of blood."
Hettie sighed. "I know. But I want them to be awake and aware that they're young lives are coming to an end." She shook her head again in dismay. "It's just not the same."
"I don't see how we can be so upset with them," said Hazel. "They don't appreciate their lives any more than we do."
"Yes, but they used to be so nice about it," said Hettie. "Today all they do is swear at us. They don't even beg for their lives. I feel that this generation just doesn't care about their lives or anyone elses."
Hettie was trying to drag the dead boy to long narrow wooden table. Hazel stopped stirring and laid the ladle on a nearby table. "Here let me help you with him."
"Thanks. He was a bit heavy." Hettie took a long blood-covered knife and sliced open the boy's chest.
"You know I'm surprised that I even find hearts in these kids these days." She reached in and pulled out his heart cutting the arteries with the knife.
"Here's one more." Hettie tossed it into the pot. "Eleven down and one more to go."
"When do you think Bertha will be back?" asked Hazel who was tossing in some herbs and started stirring again.
"I don't know," said Hettie. "Hopefully she will find someone who will help finish the spell. It's not easy these days."
"Was she going to try to find one of those girls that saw us?" said Hazel.
"Maybe. I'm not too worried about them. Who would believe them anyway?"
"You're probably right."
Hettie left the room and returned a few moments later dragging a large girl by the legs behind her.
"Hazel, help me with this one. She's really heavy. How did we get her back here?" They both panted and heaved the girl across the floor. They stopped by the table with the boy's body on it. Hettie rolled him off to the side hitting the floor with a thud.
"Oh now, Hettie, you mustn't be so rude to them."
"Phttt... Like he would have cared."
"Hettieeeee...," said Hazel. "You are becoming insensitive." They picked up the girl and Hazel laid her head gently on the table. Just as they finished adjusting her, the door flew open.
"I'm back," announced Bertha as she carried a body over shoulder.
"Oh Bertha, you shouldn't be carrying somebody by yourself like that. You might hurt your back." Bertha unloaded the body onto a nearby sofa.
"Well, I got that last one we need. That should do it. Boy, was she hard to catch! I had to chase her down the street." Bertha smiled proudly at her accomplishment. "How's the brew?"
Bertha and Hettie walked over the steaming pot. "Well, the spell is fine. I wish I could say the same about Hazel." Hazel made a face over disapproval.
"I am fine," said Hazel. "It's this damned generation that upsets me. They have no respect." She rolled her eyes, shook her head, and proceeded to cut open the girl's chest. As she cut, she mumbled "I just don't get it. Damn kids today." After she laid the knife down, she reached into the cavity and yanked out the girl's heart. And with a quick turn, she tossed it into the pot.
"There that's all! Hehe haha!" Hazel announced with joy and a big smile. "There I'm being happy." Her dismal look returned quickly.
Bertha and Hettie just looked at her. After a few moments, Hettie went back to stirring and Bertha helped Hazel carry the bodies out of the room. They returned with mops in hand. Blood was everywhere. They started to mop the floor, clean off the chair and table, and push the blood towards the floor's center drain.
"I wish we could find a spell that would make all of this blood just go away in an instance." Bertha lamented.
Hettie stopped for a moment from her stirring. "Is that girl ready to go or do we have to prep her?" Under her breath, she mumbled "Please let her be ready..."
"Nope. She's all ready to go."
"Good," said Hettie. "I checked the pantry and we have plenty of forget potion so she won't remember a thing tomorrow."
After the mopping, all three stood around the pot.
"Yuck! Why does this potion always have to smell so bad? I remember that smell from the last time."
"Really! That was over fifty years ago," said Hettie. "I'm impressed by your memory."
"How could you forget that smell!" Bertha grimmaced.
"Alright girls. Let's get this done." Hazel went over the limp girl in the chair. "Let's get her out of these clothes and into the pot. Did you check the temp? I don't want her to get scalded."
"Yes, it's fine," said Hettie as she swirled her hand in the pot for a quick check. The trio undressed the girl and carried her to the pot.
"Careful, don't hit her head," said Bertha. "She's sleeping like a baby. Let's try not to wake her up. That would be such a mess."
The trio hoisted her into the pot holding her head so it wouldn't sink into the potion. Hettie grabbed the ladle and started scooping it over her shoulders. After about ten minutes, they pulled her out, dried her off, and redressed her.
"That's should complete the potion." said Hazel.
"Look it's turning bright purple," said Hettie excitidly. "That's means it worked. Good job on selecting the girl." She patted Bertha on the shoulder. They all breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'll have her home in no time," said Bertha, After uncorking a small purple bottle labled "Forget potion," she put a couple of drops of the contents into the girl's mouth. "That should do it."
Bertha heaved her over her should. "I'll be back in a little while," she said closing the door behind her. "Don't drink without me."
creepy cool....
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