Amalaric Studies
Witch Criminology
4. Hex
Most witches are drug addicts looking to clean their spirit through religion or self care like gardening. Witches can be mad through Rites and Rituals (RR). It once believed to be the progress of hexes placed on another.
This is not so. The soul of a witch weights about 44 grams. It was often said through Lovzansky's Test and Trials that witches are stoic. Even so, such connections to stoicism as labeled witches as battered women.
Why witches are able to take more is unknown. Cynda Jennings was a witch of the Ghetto and took care of Tan-Bal Avenue, a rundown part of Minnesota through the tunnels of Locucts.
She was shot by police eight times for robbing the clothing section of wall mart. Cynda would give the clothes to an orphanage in Minnesota and other locations in Locucts; such as Morven, Louisiana near the bayous, Dorchester, Florida, and Smith Quay, Arkansas.
Cynda was held in jail for 8 counts of robbery and 1 count of child abuse.
The child abuse charge for thrown out as no evidence could found at the time. Like many, she was hauled to Blackwater penitentiary.
For the punishment of thievery, Blackwater cut off fours fingers only leaving the pinky.
She still had some power over the word and used it to blow up a section of the prison, taking 210 prisoners with her in death.
More was discovered above Cydna Jennings. In 1989 her child was given to the father, four years later the child of Cydna, Onyeka Jennings, died in a severe car crash with her father, Rahman Morrow.
Cydna mourned over her child. She attended church and healed through religion. She engaged in flirtation with the pastor of the church, Lars Duchamp. It seemed the two would marry but after two years together, Duchamp cheated on Cydna with a family member from the Growdens.
He begged for Cydna to stay but she refused multiple times. Duchamp was arrested in January 2009 on aggravated assault charges plus rape. He told police he had been drinking, smoking, and consumed meth through a liquid mix.
Cydna went to therapy and claimed her therapist drugged her with Benzodiazepines (Benzos). She suffered a heart attack and had a heart transplant done in late August 2011.
In her times of recovery, Cydna picked up on witch craft through a religious friend and joined a discord group. She became a member of the Draconian Monastery.
The Monastery was labeled a terrorist group after the assassination of Dolce Growden. Cydna herself did not assist in the assassination but was arrest for being tagged in the group.
She given eight years on house arrest and remained in her home for the duration.
After the Monastery, Cydna cooperated with Gail Cooley while in a battered women's shelter to do amphetamine. Within three years Cydna switched to LSD and Mollies which paved the way to stealing clothes for orphanages.
On her grave, she said before she died, 'I wanted balance.'
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Closwintha wasn't dead, not completely. Wyleisha, Mokiri, she had to remember her name was Mokiri. "Heal!" she grunted. Closwintha held her neck. "You stupid bitch!"
"No…" she cocked her head. Closwintha pressed herself against the back wall. "Telling me to teach you. If you go along with it. It'll be easier!"
"Fix!" she exasperated. "Or I kill you…"
"If I'm the only piece of fucking sense you got. I would be stupid about it!"
It strained her to do so, she squinted with her jaw slightly apart. "FOOD!"
"Ok! Ok!" Closwintha swallowed. "Stem cells can reserve it. Nothing magic. I need your mother's blood and a chicken bone."
Her eyes spread but she didn't know where her mother was. "I get pick up small thoughts from you." Closwintha breathed. "Yawa is dead. Uncle used to be a security guard. He worked at one of Growden buildings. Growden wanted to heal you but he asked for payment."
"Precious…"
"I'm your cousin!" she shouted. "Wallie, my father is dead! They raided the house, they put me up for sale!"
Her arm stretched. "Medicine."
"Well I'm half ass dead--" she spit blood. "Aril is using our brother's name."
"Why…"
"The Smiley Clan is just a branch off Growden. They are black!"
Wyleisha looked at her hand. Clearly Precious, was going about this the wrong way. "You have to stay conscious…"
Why did she have to bite her?
"Wallie, listen." she hitched her breathing. "There is a box of stem over there by the door. There is no DNA into except regular chicken bone marrow." she sniffed. "Give it to me."