Chapter 14
A/N: Sorry for not updating for two weeks long :-( I was having my mid-term test.
[Day 2]
Normal P.O.V.
~Inside the Wooden House of the Witch of Ietania~
The room was dark and spooky. Cobwebs were filled in the corners of the room. Windows and doors were screeching, curtains were blown up, the timbers groaned and creaked as the floorboards shifted. There stood a green skinned witch in a black robe and a hat, behind an enormous pot. There was brown disgusting liquid (you can say that it looked like mud) boiling merrily inside the pot.
"Welcome to the house of the witch of Ietania!" The witch greeted, grinning with her big yellow teeth. She seemed to be a good witch.
"How can I help you guys?" The witch asked in a high but thick voice.
"Please, it's an emergency." Xavi told her. "Two of our friends ate the Yurc Fruit. We need a potion to cure Zombie Sickness."
"Potion?" The witch frowned. "Well, you have to wait for a moment. I'm making some soup for my..."
"OUR TEAMMATES ARE DYING OUTSIDE THERE!" Iker spat furiously, trying to take the grip on the witch's robe. "They are dying, DYING! AND YOU STILL ACT LIKE YOU DON'T EVEN CARE! MAKE THE POTION RIGHT NOW!"
"Ok...ok..." The witch flinched at the captain's reaction, "Calm down...I'll make it ASAP."
The witch rushed into a room, got some ingredients there, and threw them into another pot. Then she pour some strange green powder and added mashed slug liquid into the pot. She turned around and took a long thick wooden rod to stir the mixture together.
"Eww..." Cesc mumbled in disgust. Every Spaniards was trying to avoid looking at it.
The witch started boiling and stirring after the fire had lit up. The mixture inside started bubbling as stinky steam filled all over the house, making the human beings cover their mouths.
Within a couple of seconds later, the potion was done.
"There you go." The witch said as she poured the potion inside a small black jar. She covered the lid of the jar and squeezed it into Xabi's left palm while the midfielder gulped nervously. The witch continued, "One sip of each person should be enough."
"Um...Are you sure it will work?" Gerard asked frowning, still covering his mouth. "You know...it's made of...uh...'those things'..." He stammered knowing that he couldn't say the word "slug" out.
"There's 50% of chance of surviving after drinking it. I had already tried my best."
"Also, would you like to give us some medicine to cure wounds and broken legs?" asked Fernando. He would never forget his friends, especially Sergio and Xabi.
"Take this." The witch took out a red jar from a closet. "You just have to spread the cream onto wounds. Make sure your hands are clean before using it."
"Thanks a lot." Fernando nodded at the witch, "I do hope you'll forgive my friend who had shouted at you. He is enduring worst times of life... Please understand that."
"It's OK." The witch smiled, "Actually I don't really mind it. And I'm glad to help."
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Shabaka's P.O.V.
It's my show time.
I arrived at Andres' place as I turned back to my own self.
Five Spaniards were sitting and taking care each other. Two of them looked horrible. I think they were the ones who had eaten the Yurc Fruit. I smirked since my plan was working.
I admit that those Spaniards were really good friends, but sooner or later things would be changed, by me.
I tiptoed towards them and hid behind the bushes, hoping that they won't realised that I was here.
"Silva, you're not going to be a zombie." I heard someone speaking, "as long as I'm here to take care you. You can do it!"
"Hope so..." The other man replied, with a cracked weak voice.
My plan was really working. I let out an evil slither carelessly.
All the Spaniards stared towards my place, shocked.
Oh s***...
"Run!" A short Catalan ordered. His name was Xavi Hernandez. "Hurry!"
"I CAN'T RUN!" said another man with tattoos all over his arms and legs. His name was Sergio. "Can't you remember that I've broken my leg?"
"Here, quick!" Xavi lifted Sergio up and the younger man climbed onto his back. A man called Villa pulled Silva and Andres up and five of them started running for their lives.
"Not so fast," I hissed. I couldn't fail King Skull's mission.
I grabbed one of them on the shoulder and shoved him down to the floor.
He wanted to get up and counterattack.
Of course I wouldn't let a chance for him to do so, so I quickly bit him on the neck with my sharp fangs.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" I heard somebody yelled behind me, and a sound of collapse.
Savouring the taste of blood, with fangs inside flesh; venom flowed all over his blood veins and nerves, I didn't bother to take a look.
It was such a pleasure.
I succeeded again.
King Skull succeeded again.
A/N: Characters death next chapter o_O Don't hate me.