Lola. This can’t be happening.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She couldn’t be dead. This had to be a nightmare.
Someone ran into the room behind me.
“What’s going on?” Donavon said. Then he saw Lola’s body and the demon standing over her.
“Two witches,” the demon said with a smirk. “Even better.”
He summoned a fireball and launched it straight at us.
Donavon threw up his arm and the fireball seemed to bounce of an invisible barrier. It rebounded and the demon dropped to the ground to avoid it.
“Run,” Donavon said.
Some survival instinct kicked in and I ran out into the hallway, heading for the elevator.
Before I reached it, I heard Donavon yell out behind me. Turning, I watched in horror as the demon lifted Donavon off his feet and threw him into the wall. He dropped to the ground unconscious.
“No!”
The demon looked up at me, his eyes red, face transforming like Zack’s did. I turned and raced for the stairs.
Running blindly, I could barely think straight. I needed to get outside or find a place to hide.
I reached the bottom of the stairs and realized I had gone too far. This was the basement, I was in the laundry room.
“Shit,” I muttered. Turning, I headed back for the stairs, but then I heard footsteps coming my way.
Backing into the laundry room, I looked for a place to hide, but there was nowhere big enough.
He’s going to kill me like he killed Lola.
I still couldn’t take it in. She couldn’t be dead. This was all my fault.
The demon stepped into the room. “There you are.”
“Why are you doing this?” I cried.
“All witches must die. You are an abomination. We are pure.”
“Seriously? You go around murdering innocent women because you think you’re better than us? Fuck you!”
Angry, I started grabbing objects off the top of the dryers and throwing them at him. Anything I could find. He smacked everything aside, closing the gap between us.
Out of ammunition, I swung my foot at him instead. He didn’t even flinch at the blow to his kneecap.
Reaching out, he grabbed my shirt and flung me across the room. I flipped over and landed hard on the ground.
Dazed, I tried to get up, but pain shot through my back. Who knew what I broke when I hit the floor. With a groan, I managed to roll onto my stomach. Pushing myself up, I struggled to move. The demon watched me, an amused look on his face.
I didn’t ask for any of this. I never wanted to be a witch or have this power inside me. Now I’d lost my best friend.
“Come on, witch, give it your best shot,” the demon taunted. He held his arms out wide, daring me to hit him.
The last blast certainly didn’t seem to have hurt him much. He clearly thought I couldn’t kill him.
“You want power? Here. Take it all.”
Summoning everything I had, I threw out my hands. Only this time, it felt different. My entire body seemed to hum with power. A bright white light filled the room, blinding me. Turning my head away, I kept going. Let him see what this witch was really made of.
Exhaustion hit me like a truck and I dropped my hands. The light died away and the demon was gone.
Did he run out?
Then I looked down to see a pile of ash on the floor.
Holy shit. What did I do?
I reduced him to nothing but dust.
“That’s for Lola, you fuck.”