A year later
Meghan Atwood got out of her service car and was staring at a big mansion.
She saw a rusted plaque nailed on the brownish brick wall near the nearly rusted gate of the mansion. Written on the plaque was Hewlett Academy: Established 1866.
She rings the doorbell and two sounds echo from the inside. The gate opens itself and lets herself in with her luggage with her and a satchel around her. As she is walking to the stairs going to the entrance, she heard the bushes and she took a glance to see if someone was there.
There is no one.
She continues to the entrance and the door suddenly opens all by itself.
When she got into the mansion, she was surprised by how different the color inside the house is from the outside. The outside looks like after one touch of a fingertip, it's going to fall down, just like any old houses lived many centuries but the inside of the mansion was very modern like. Meghan expected to see really old furniture, really old wallpapers, really old design of a mansion and really old portraits from centuries ago.
She expected something like a shitty whorehouse.
Everything she expected is all very wrong, except old portraits hanging on the wall.
Ten steps and looking at her right is what it looks like a dining room. The table and chair set is old enough but all unbreakable.
Looking at her left is all modern look. The furniture is modern, all beautiful neatly arranged in the room. This room looks like a living room. Above the fireplace was a portrait of a lady dressed in like the 1980s. 'Must be the previous Lord', Meghan thought.
Speaking of the Lord, she needs to talk to her granddad, as what her aunt told her before she left the misery she experienced for an almost entire year of her life and should her granddad help her enroll and get a place to stay in the Hewlett Academy. Lewis Hewlett Fitzgerald was the name of her granddad. She saw her granddad once in a family gathering, but she gets the chance to him entirely because she was just a 3-year-old little girl, a bunny bear clutch on her arm and looking dubiously curious at everything and had no idea about what was happening around her.
What a dumb bitch, she called herself.
Meghan then heard something behind her back.
She looks and she saw a figure moved to run past the open entrance of the room. She goes to the way where the figure went but she didn't see it. Terrified, she ran and goes to the door and she didn't care about where will it lead.
When she opened the door she realized she was in a library. Meghan closed the door behind her and tried to hide behind the shelves until she realized she was trapped in a maze. She also remembered she left her luggage.
Fuck!
She heard footsteps running and to her paranoia, Meghan tries to make her way out behind the shelves and ran to many directions. Until when she turned to her left she saw a rather thin but a little taller figure, dressed in a white sleeping gown, black cape tied around the man's neck and a simple happy face mask that looks like what you see in the theatre was on the man's face. The man started walking toward her and she turned her back.
Meghan saw two others already near her and put a handkerchief onto her mouth and she smelled something foul yet good.
It was too late for her to scream.
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Meghan's head's still spinning and felt almost ill, but tries hard to be conscious and also lift her head to examine the place.
All of the bookshelves have fallen into place. Books are all scattered around the room and the room was dark, very dark.
She tries to get out but she's sitting on a wooden chair and her hands are bound tightly behind her. As she tries to untangle the rope behind her using her fingers, she can't.
Meghan blows the hair that was blocking her face and sweat drip down to her throat. She was breathing slowly as her heart beats slowly too.
But then her heart beats fast when she saw the three persons walking in front of her, still wearing their clothes she saw earlier. And the fire was lit up all over the place.
The environment around look like hell but she doesn't feel the heat that was supposed to burn her until she can be turned to dust.
One figure is walking towards her and revealed a dagger that he was hiding behind him. Meghan knew what the dagger was for.
She wanted to scream, to seek help, but she can't do it. She doesn't want to use her gift too because it might have a side effect on her.
The figure was nearly in front of her and it stopped. He grabbed Meghan's neck that makes Meghan almost screamed but she stifled it and breathe heavily, trying to get the tension inside her body out of her, trying to think something to get out of this hellhole.
"Oh by this beautiful sacrifice, we offer you thee the blood that shall make you come back to life, Oh Dark Father. Ale muro tagehi kacsar mezzo Ali…."
She expected a deep voice speaking, but it was a woman.
She expected a big hand gripping her neck but it was the hand of a woman.
She expected a stabbed to any part of her body, but she didn't.
"Oh my God, that didn't scare the shit out of you?" The woman stands straight and the illusion fades away, making the place better.
Bookshelves were now standing still almost unbroken, books don't leave a hint of burn to anywhere and the room got an explosion of bright light shining through the window from outside. They are situated in an aisle. All four of them.
"Diane, you bitch, I told you. Your pranks do not work anymore. You should work out on it and your illusions, you weak brain shit. We didn't get to make the bitch bloody screams." The girl in front of her says, bored and she removed her mask from her head.
She was shocked to see the girl in front of her. "Wait, you're…"
"Jean Desmond, model, and movie star." Jean addresses.
"Girl, when was the last time you walked through the ramp and made a movie?" It was another girl's voice she heard and she was in front of her, and her face was also revealed.
The girl lifts her chin and tucks her hair, "I'm Diane."
There was another person that came beside Diane and her face doesn't wear the mask anymore. "Hey, I'm Aria," she said and smiled.
"Meghan." She was not expecting this kind of welcome. "It was nice to meet you, all?"
"Actually Meghan, you could now remove your hands behind your back," Aria said.
Meghan removed her hands behind her back and stretch them. She heard a crackle when she fisted her hands tightly and she wipes the sweat on her forehead.
"Apologies for that "theatrical" entrance from hello, new girl. We just want to know who we are dealing with." Diane said to Meghan while removing the cape from her.
Jean sighed, "I'm so bored already."
Diane looks at her, annoyed. "Why don't you start carving pumpkins outside and shape them like one of your lover's dick? Maybe when you suck them it will taste good, yeah?" Diane suggested.
"Been there, done that. I made an eleven-inch. Do you want some? So that you can be devirginized? Oh wait, it can't because my pumpkin will mash to you hard vagina." Jean said as she checks her nails. "My God, I need a cigarette."
"Ew, Jean. Diane was kidding. You really made one?" Aria questioned.
"You dumb witch. We live in a world full of lies, you know?" Jean looked at Meghan, "So what brings you here?"
The door of the room opens and a lady dressed in black three-fourth sleeves dress that is until her knees come in.
"Now, now ladies, questionings later. You better help Christine to get the groceries." The lady said.
No one moves.
"Let's go ladies." The lady said.
The girls shrugged out their capes and throws their mask on to the floor. They moved and so was Meghan. The girls are almost at the door when the lady speaks.
"Not you, Ms. Atwood." Meghan turned around and looked at the lady, confused.
"How did you know my last name?" Meghan asked.
The lady smiled and is walking near her, "Clementine York, headmistress." She stopped and turned around to look at the ceiling and the bookshelves. "Your files were sent before you came here. We have expected your appearance in this academy. As a welcome for your attendance today, let's have a tour shall we?"
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The Hewlett Academy was established in 1866. It was made exclusively for the ladies who have special abilities that most mundane cannot have and that they cannot mostly control. Many ladies were enrolled in the establishment to enhance their abilities and use them for good. But most people nowadays, when someone-a mundane specifically-encounters a person that has special abilities, they're called witches. These witches are being the feast of everyone. What they do to these "witches" are very unimaginable. For example, they are burned alive.
It was discovered that after decades later, it was not only women who have abilities but also men. But they're very rare kind. Mostly in the past, women are stereotypically described as a form of witches. Women who give the image of a "witch", as they would call, having too curly hair, wearing black and white dresses, living in a slump area, always look dirty, eyes that can make you hypnotize by any minute and such accusations most people make. And that's true.
A typical witch is described to know to chant spells, make curses, misfortunes, and kill. But some were given the power of resurgence, which can make any living things bring back to life, and most witches that are given by this gift are all good witches. One for example.
But a lot of witches were scared at first to make a refuge for the living witches around. The history of Salem Witch Trials was restricting them not to make a haven for witches. They were, at first, avoiding a repetition of witch trial back in a decade but it was repeated. Leading to kill innocent people. Witches are careful and cunning.
Yes, witches are somehow a definite alliance of a devil but it doesn't mean they're all evil. It's their choice to bad or good. The students enrolled in the academy are half and half.
"I just noticed that I only saw 3 girls and none males yet here? I mean I was expecting a kind of like a school, with many students around." Meghan said to Clementine.
They're in the headmistress's office, which is the room where the headmistress compiles the files of the students enrolled, having a monitor looking for news about any strange supernatural activities happening in some state, and the headmistress researches for that certain event takes an action to recruit or convince rather the witch who done that. The headmistress would help the witches to enhance or rather, control their abilities and they could live like normal people, and it is up to that witch if he or she would go or not.
"There are 3 males enrolled in this academy," Clementines grasps the hand of Meghan and smiles as she says, "And you are our newest recruit. That makes you our seventh student."
Meghan's eyes burrowed, "Seventh?"
Clementine stands, look at the outside from the big window that its height is from ceiling to floor and she puts her hands behind her back. The sky is starting to turn grey. Clementine looks at her again and said, "We're a dying breed, Miss Atwood." Clementine said in dismay.
"No one would want to grow another generation of like us. The sad thing is that even some of us gone to make their refuge here in this academy, they could not accept that they have this, what they call it a curse." When Clementine said that, she snorted, chuckles silently for a second, and shook her head. Then she continues, "Ironically, we are the ones who make the curse."
Clementine walks around the table and at the back of Meghan's and she holds her shoulder. "Most of us cannot accept who we are. And after that meeting with that innocent and scared witch, she killed herself." Clementine said and sighed. "So in our world, we need to accept who we are, even the bad things we do."
Meghan truly listens to what the Clementine said. Accept who you are, that's what she said. But there are some things turn grave. "Even if we kill?"
Clementine rubs Meghan's shoulders and sat across her, holding her hands once more. "Meghan, you must know that what you did wasn't a murder, but an act of self-defense." Clementine tries to soothe Meghan's feelings, and she succeeds. "By the description, you're telling me a while ago, he was such an asshole, and I would do the same thing you did to him."
"But my mom got mad at me. Sometimes I think that I did not belong to the world she's stepping on." She sat up straight, getting out of Clementine 's grasp and speaks very plain with sadness, "And then I realized I really didn't belong to her own…shitty world." Meghan said.
Clementine put her hand on Meghan's knee and rubs it, "Well welcome to our world Meghan, and here you are accepted."
Footsteps came into the room, and there goes Jean as she leaned to the doorway. "You were summoning me, Miss York. What's up?"
Clementine and Meghan stood up and walk to Jean. When they saw Jean, she was chewing gum and her hand is on her side. "Meghan will be your new roommate. Could you help her with her luggage and show her way to your room?"
-
"Alright bitch." Jean drop one of her suitcases on a simple white comfy bed with comfy pillows and a comfy blanket. Meghan's now bed.
The room is dark, even though it's sunny white outside the house, partially because the curtain was blocking the window. Clothes are scattered around and some of the wallpapers are torn apart, revealing the greyscale of the real wall. Aerosmith songs play around the air and smoke of the cigarette smells around, Meghan blocks her nose but does not do it frequently because she doesn't want to look impolite.
Jean stood at the center of their room and points at the left of the room which posters of some rock bands, shirtless male models, spray paint on the wall and stars are hanging or rather painted on the wall, "So that part with posters, and that kind of shit is my side while," she points at the right side that is plain white, "that shitty plain is yours. So do whatever you want to do with your side." Jean turned around and was going back to her bed when she remembered something, "Oh wait, whoever wakes up first get the bathroom for a long time." Then Jean walks back to her bed.
Jean goes under her bed and rummage something until she fishes out a 10-inch dildo. Meghan was shocked to see Jean with it.
She avoided looking at Jean who was lying on her bed.
"What are you doing?" Meghan asks Jean.
Jean rolled her eyes and sat up straight. "I was on the verge of coming when the bitch Clementine summoned me to get you. I'm just going to finish what I started." Jean says and lied down to her bed, widens her legs, and starts to put the dildo at her entrance without removing her panties off. Before Jean thrusts it inside her she looks at Meghan, who is now blocking her face with her hands and says, "Do you mind? Or are you actually a lesbian enjoying what you're seeing?" Jean said in an annoyed voice. She obviously cannot wait to do it.
"Oh my God, I'm getting out of here." Meghan ran out of the room.
Jean rolled her eyes when she saw Meghan left the door open. She waves her hand to close the door and the lock clicks all by itself.
She lied down, widen her legs and click the on button and there's a buzzing sound. She thrust the dildo in her, thinking of a man having sex with her with the big thing. She closed her eyes and she moans repeatedly while she thrust the dildo.
She did it fast while she sweats.
And then she came. She smiled while breathing like she just ran a mile.
She cannot wait for later.