07-29-2023, 01:48:07 AM
So sure of yourselves, are we? It is quite amusing, seeing is there is hardly any of you left. The last one can just as easily slaughter you all in due time.
Everyone heads off to rest for the night and yet another vision appears in their dreams.
ELEANOR VILLAGE, LATE 17TH CENTURY
A young mother of three named Ellen Turner laid unconscious in her own house. Sprawled out on the dusty floor of the living room. Agatha stood over her, looking at her motionless body. "Another one about to fall prey", Agatha said as she went into the kitchen where she has a potion brewing. One that was made from the blood of lizards. Papers of potion recipes spread out all over the counter. It was one that can make people come down ill with a bacterial plague. One that would make the poor soul who came down with it very weak and in great pain. One that would last for days before the one infected with it would die. She was planning to pour it onto the bed of Ellen's children, of which were two girls and a boy. They were all in school right now, so they had no clue what they were about to go into when they would go to bed for the night. She stirred the pot as it boiled longer right before she snatched up the potion recipes and stowed them away into the Turner basement.
While in the basement, the boy of the Turner family had come into the living room. He rushed over to his downed mother and shook her. "Mother, wake up! Wake up, mother! Wake up!" Ellen came to, asking "Winston, why are you not in school?" "It is quite the long story, mother. Are you all right?" "I believe so, Winston. Mrs. Bancroft had paid me a visit and I had some tea. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor. Wait... what is that smell?" Ellen had the smell of death in her nostrils. As if something inside her nasal cavities were rotting away as this moment. She went over to the kitchen and saw the potion brewing. "What? What the?" She came in closer and looked into the pot, but backed away as the smell of it stung her nose where she couldn't breathe. "What is going on here? What could be-" She turned around and saw Agatha.
"Mrs. Bancroft. Perhaps you can clue me into what is happening in my kitchen? I take it there is another witch around here.... and... no... no..." She had now put two-and-two together. She was being set-up. And by Agatha! The same woman who has proved herself to be a hero of God. One who had taken out many witches since her time here. But... it can't be... Agatha can't be a witch... can she? Again, the hero of God. Someone who had preached about the Good Word. Someone who had spoken over the importance of faith in the Almighty. But how? How could she?
"Mrs. Turner. It appears you know too much. I was just going to wait until your execution at the gallows. But now it looks like I'll have to defend myself from the newest witch. Looks like God has a new enemy," Agatha said the last part with the most venomous irony. Agatha smiled as she wrapped her hands around Ellen's neck. "Winston, go! Get help!" "Mother! No! Leave her alone, witch!" Winston attempted to wrestle Agatha off his mother, but Agatha turned her attention to the boy and snatched him instead. "You little brat!", Agatha shouted with all the hatred she had in her body. "You could have made this a lot easier by staying out of my business. You were going to die alongside your sisters and your mother. But now you can wait for them all before they arrive in Hell!" Agatha lifted the boy above the pot of bubbling potion. Ellen, only being over half-a-foot shorter than Agatha, climbed up her back and grasped her son just as Agatha released him from her hands. Before Agatha can react, Ellen pressed her foot into Agatha's lower back as she tipped into the pot, which poured all over the floor and on top of Agatha. Ellen and Winston managed to back away before the liquid made contact with mother and son. Agatha laid there, screaming as it looked like her skin, all raw and red, bubbling over with blisters. Her black dress dampened by the scolding hot potion/ Agatha tried to reach for them, but she could barely make herself move as Ellen and Winston ran out of the house. All Agatha could do is crawl herself out of the kitchen. She made it to the living room after minutes had past. All she needed to do is find something to balance on so she can stand herself up. To leave the area. She saw a chair. She moved along the floor before she put a hand on the seat. Just as she was starting to rise herself up, she froze up as she heard loud voices, all screaming "HALT!"
She looked up and saw the Watchmen. Those who had previously appeared at the most sympathetic over losing her husband. Now all they did is shoot daggers into her. Some of the Watchmen investigated the scene, looking at the spilled potion as well as the potion recipes stowed away in the basement. Now they had surrounded her as they stood her up. One of the Watchmen said to her "Agatha Bancroft, by the powers invested in me by the government of Eleanor Village as well as God Almighty, you are under arrest for the crime of witchcraft as well as the murder attempts of Ellen and Winston Turner. Agatha, you were the savior of this town! You were the best servant God ever had. What could possess you to indulge yourself in witchcraft?" "Do not be fooled by this woman and her child. She is setting me up to be a martyr for God. She know I would stop at nothing to end Satan's reach in this town." The Watchmen were all skeptical at best over her words as she is hauled out of the Turner household.
While Agatha is stowed away at the Eleanor Village jail, the city issued an investigation into Agatha's home. What they all had found left them speechless. Dozens of papers full of recipes for potions. Those that gave instructions for spells and curses. And if that weren't enough, they also found a list of women. Women that were accused and executed due to taking part in witchcraft. All of them Agatha exposed. Or was she setting them up? A long series of investigations only built up more evidence against Agatha. Although she remained silent when authorities questioned her. And now, she was brought into the courtroom. Where she stood witnessing the women being declared guilty for witchcraft and executed shortly after. But now it was her, standing before the mercy of the Judge.
As everyone sleeps, the last of the possessed hears in their head: You are the last survivor. But it does not mean you can still kill the rest of them off. Go, finish off the mortals. You can still be the sole survivor...
NIGHTTIME IS HERE, DAY WILL START AROUND TUESDAY/WEDNESDAY. EITHER WAY, WILL DO THIS TO GET PTT2 SOME TRACTION
Everyone heads off to rest for the night and yet another vision appears in their dreams.
ELEANOR VILLAGE, LATE 17TH CENTURY
A young mother of three named Ellen Turner laid unconscious in her own house. Sprawled out on the dusty floor of the living room. Agatha stood over her, looking at her motionless body. "Another one about to fall prey", Agatha said as she went into the kitchen where she has a potion brewing. One that was made from the blood of lizards. Papers of potion recipes spread out all over the counter. It was one that can make people come down ill with a bacterial plague. One that would make the poor soul who came down with it very weak and in great pain. One that would last for days before the one infected with it would die. She was planning to pour it onto the bed of Ellen's children, of which were two girls and a boy. They were all in school right now, so they had no clue what they were about to go into when they would go to bed for the night. She stirred the pot as it boiled longer right before she snatched up the potion recipes and stowed them away into the Turner basement.
While in the basement, the boy of the Turner family had come into the living room. He rushed over to his downed mother and shook her. "Mother, wake up! Wake up, mother! Wake up!" Ellen came to, asking "Winston, why are you not in school?" "It is quite the long story, mother. Are you all right?" "I believe so, Winston. Mrs. Bancroft had paid me a visit and I had some tea. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor. Wait... what is that smell?" Ellen had the smell of death in her nostrils. As if something inside her nasal cavities were rotting away as this moment. She went over to the kitchen and saw the potion brewing. "What? What the?" She came in closer and looked into the pot, but backed away as the smell of it stung her nose where she couldn't breathe. "What is going on here? What could be-" She turned around and saw Agatha.
"Mrs. Bancroft. Perhaps you can clue me into what is happening in my kitchen? I take it there is another witch around here.... and... no... no..." She had now put two-and-two together. She was being set-up. And by Agatha! The same woman who has proved herself to be a hero of God. One who had taken out many witches since her time here. But... it can't be... Agatha can't be a witch... can she? Again, the hero of God. Someone who had preached about the Good Word. Someone who had spoken over the importance of faith in the Almighty. But how? How could she?
"Mrs. Turner. It appears you know too much. I was just going to wait until your execution at the gallows. But now it looks like I'll have to defend myself from the newest witch. Looks like God has a new enemy," Agatha said the last part with the most venomous irony. Agatha smiled as she wrapped her hands around Ellen's neck. "Winston, go! Get help!" "Mother! No! Leave her alone, witch!" Winston attempted to wrestle Agatha off his mother, but Agatha turned her attention to the boy and snatched him instead. "You little brat!", Agatha shouted with all the hatred she had in her body. "You could have made this a lot easier by staying out of my business. You were going to die alongside your sisters and your mother. But now you can wait for them all before they arrive in Hell!" Agatha lifted the boy above the pot of bubbling potion. Ellen, only being over half-a-foot shorter than Agatha, climbed up her back and grasped her son just as Agatha released him from her hands. Before Agatha can react, Ellen pressed her foot into Agatha's lower back as she tipped into the pot, which poured all over the floor and on top of Agatha. Ellen and Winston managed to back away before the liquid made contact with mother and son. Agatha laid there, screaming as it looked like her skin, all raw and red, bubbling over with blisters. Her black dress dampened by the scolding hot potion/ Agatha tried to reach for them, but she could barely make herself move as Ellen and Winston ran out of the house. All Agatha could do is crawl herself out of the kitchen. She made it to the living room after minutes had past. All she needed to do is find something to balance on so she can stand herself up. To leave the area. She saw a chair. She moved along the floor before she put a hand on the seat. Just as she was starting to rise herself up, she froze up as she heard loud voices, all screaming "HALT!"
She looked up and saw the Watchmen. Those who had previously appeared at the most sympathetic over losing her husband. Now all they did is shoot daggers into her. Some of the Watchmen investigated the scene, looking at the spilled potion as well as the potion recipes stowed away in the basement. Now they had surrounded her as they stood her up. One of the Watchmen said to her "Agatha Bancroft, by the powers invested in me by the government of Eleanor Village as well as God Almighty, you are under arrest for the crime of witchcraft as well as the murder attempts of Ellen and Winston Turner. Agatha, you were the savior of this town! You were the best servant God ever had. What could possess you to indulge yourself in witchcraft?" "Do not be fooled by this woman and her child. She is setting me up to be a martyr for God. She know I would stop at nothing to end Satan's reach in this town." The Watchmen were all skeptical at best over her words as she is hauled out of the Turner household.
While Agatha is stowed away at the Eleanor Village jail, the city issued an investigation into Agatha's home. What they all had found left them speechless. Dozens of papers full of recipes for potions. Those that gave instructions for spells and curses. And if that weren't enough, they also found a list of women. Women that were accused and executed due to taking part in witchcraft. All of them Agatha exposed. Or was she setting them up? A long series of investigations only built up more evidence against Agatha. Although she remained silent when authorities questioned her. And now, she was brought into the courtroom. Where she stood witnessing the women being declared guilty for witchcraft and executed shortly after. But now it was her, standing before the mercy of the Judge.
As everyone sleeps, the last of the possessed hears in their head: You are the last survivor. But it does not mean you can still kill the rest of them off. Go, finish off the mortals. You can still be the sole survivor...
NIGHTTIME IS HERE, DAY WILL START AROUND TUESDAY/WEDNESDAY. EITHER WAY, WILL DO THIS TO GET PTT2 SOME TRACTION
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