The minute I had shaken from my coma-like state (or was it our? Possession pronouns were an utter bitch to handle) I heard someone whispering into my ear. Several whispers.
"Really? Really? Son brujas estúpidas pasando por una crisis. El diablo, no lo es. A quién están llamando ..." I mumbled under my breath, before something made me inhale and exhale, walking toward the witch coven's fortress of solitude, but not before grunting in agony, trading my--whatever the hell I was wearing--still my pajamas?--no, it seemed to be bellbottoms and a black t-shirt, with a light green cauldron design plastered upon it, replete with blue shoes.
"Ellos sufrirán por sus crímenes, querida..."
"¿El delito de ser estúpido? What am I gonna do to these people, anyway? Kill them all? Merciful, hm? I'm quite surprised...though, you are God--so that may be a sufficiently large enough reason to outright slaughter them...and besides, they're in allegiance to...HOW AM I GONNA CHARGE IN THERE AND JUST MURDER PEOPLE?!"
"Some people have to be--hm, subjected to some pain in order to--bring out the best in others. You included, doll...besides, this is adventure, isn't it? You're doing my work, which should be adventure enough for a self-professed witch like you, especially flirting with..."
They were Wiccan, but who was I to tell that? It would only worsen my situation--and it started raining, which, not surprisingly, added to the situation--but forced us to tread onward to the lair anyway.
"A flood? Really? A flood?! You're gonna flood them out?! Who does that, anyway, unless they're a complete sadist? I say we talk and--"
Suddenly and without warning, there was a twinge in my chest. Meh, I could deal with that.
What I couldn't deal with was the barrage of heart attacks--it was if my chest was revolting against my ribcage like an abused monkey.
"--why am I not in a church again? Really, if you care this much, hell, IF I CARED THIS MUCH...I...I'd have the cojones to man up and go instead of running away from the problem!"
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Puppetry
RandomWell, let's get this out of the way now. I'm bored and figured--what the hell, I might as well chronicle each day from now until the very end. No particular deadline, really. And something hurts in my hips, so I need to distract from the pain in it...
