Sirens blaired in the background and dogs barked nearby, threatening any strangers to dare approach them. The sun was hidden behind all of the tall buildings and the cold air blew gently against them frosting the windows. A weird climate for Mexico.
A boy panted hard as he ran smashing through big puddles with his tattered and worn down old pair of shoes. His breath wisped from his mouth as he left it behind him looking back with fear to see if she was still behind him.
"AAAAAAAYYY!!"
His eyes widened and he turned back around in fright, his heart exploding over and over in his chest and his ears, his brain in overdrive. Even though his body told him how tired it was and how much it wanted, needed at that time, to stop and rest, the boy ran even faster. However when he turned around there she was. His body got what it was waiting for, he stopped almost immediately after skidding a few centimeters closer to her before he threw him self backwards onto his rear and elbows, which started to bleed on impact. He was covered in so much filth blood wasn't any different now.
"AAAAAAAYY!!" The wraith moaned, screaming, into his terrified face and he screamed with her, knowing that now his life was over.
"Over here guys!" Blake Blackiron ran into the narrow space between the buildings to find them, the wraith about to rip away the boy's soul.
"A Wailer, The Lady in White, or La Llorona as the Spanish would call her." Ira Blackiron, Blake's brother but the oldest of the two, appeared behind him just spurting out his random facts as the frightened boy watched as the wraith reached out at him slowly with her crooked fingers and faceless, except for her abnormally large mouth that were filled with so much sharp teeth, face to reap him of his life.
"AYUDA ME!! POR FAVOR!!" He exclaimed to them without looking away from the death before his own eyes.
"Claro que si!" A girl, in a blur of pink and black, pushed past the two boys. "If you're just gonna stand there and not do anything then just move out of my way." She said.
"Oh cuz, we were gonna save him." Blake said.
"Yeah Miranda, we were just waiting for you to show up." Ira added and they both ran into the space after her.
"Hey, crybaby, why don't you leave that poor boy alone and let me kick your transparent butt and add you to my charmed bracelet here." Miranda called to the wraith taunting her to look away from the boy, her pink opal earrings glowing brightly within the small space around them. She fell for the taunt and turned around to face the brave young girl, about the same age as Ira, 17, and as soon as the wraith turned around Blake dug his metallic fists into her face lifting her further from the floor and into the air. Ira ran along the walls pulling out a bladeless holt from his front right pocket and as soon as he was just at the right spot to counter the wraith in mid-air he lunged from the wall and slashed an invisible blade, that quickly combusted into a blade of red and black flame-like energy, into her. She spun through the air, spewing gross black slimy vulreign (the blood of the dead, often translated as ectoplasm when taken from evil spirits like this one for instance) all over the walls and floor, but mostly all over the poor boy still frightenly laying on his back on the dirty floor as he watched the weirdness he was seeing.
"Ok, Miranda, she's all yours." Both Blackiron brothers said in unison, exchanging glances at each other because they hated when they would always say something at the same time.
"My pleasure." She replied pulling a pink crystal from her charm bracelet. As another one grew in its place it grew bigger, to the size of a diamond cut golf ball. She put it between both of her hands and closed her eyes to concentrate. Immediately pink smoke rose from the crystal in her palms and started to spiral around her, lifting her from off the floor. The speed of the wind picked up and caused Miranda's curly long hair out of its ponytail and whip around carelessly with it. Slowly she removed her hands, at the same time, from the crystal which didn't fall or seem to be affected by the wind. It just hovered in mid-air in the space between Miranda's hands glowing a radiant glow of pink onto everyone, especially onto La Llorona herself. The vulreign that was now bathed in the pink light started to evaporate into a thick black smoke that quickly spiraled around the wraith and held her in a bind. She screamed wildly as to fight what was happening and in doing so she slipped out between the spaces of the smoke binding her and darted for Miranda.
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(Deleting and Rewriting) Book 1:Miranda Betch & The Rise Of The Black Witch
Ficțiune adolescenți(Incompleted) Miranda is a witch and so is the rest of her family. Miranda meets a boy who finds out he can become as powerful as the monsters and ghosts that hunt him. Miranda saves him from a ghost and invites him to stay with her family. With a n...
