Madison had brought Pandora down the stairs to be greeted by two older women wearing similar dresses to Madison's, and standing above the dead bodies of Dinah, Mallory and Coco.

Pandora clutched onto the stairs bannister as she watched the older blonde woman place a hand in front of her and close her eyes. A mere second later, all three dead women shot up, taking heavy breaths.

Pandora's eyes rolled back into her head as she collapsed onto the floor.

-BEFORE THE BLAST-

Life was difficult for Pandora. She had been isolated ever since she was born. Her mother had died during the birth of Pandora. After the death of his wife, Pandora's father became grief-stricken and abusive as he believed that the girl was a curse to his family. As the young girl was only a child, she was vulnerable and naive; she didn't recognise that her father was furious, angry and frustrated with her, but as she grew older, she too became furious, angry and frustrated with the ill-treatment that she received from her father.

On her 16th birthday and the 16th anniversary of her mother's death, Pandora's father went to the extreme and attempted the unacceptable.

In a drunken rage, he tried to take advantage of Pandora in her sleep. But before anything drastic could occur, Pandora awakened and screamed. She threw her delicate hand towards her father and he flew back, smashing into Pandora's white wall. Still yelling in anger and terror, Pandora spread her fingers and watched with tearful eyes as her father's powerless body followed the movements of her hand.

With a startled gaze, her father began throwing intoxicated insults to his daughter, such as "freak", "monster", "you disgusting devil".

But this didn't stop Pandora, like he thought it would, this fueled her rage. With her hand controlling his movements, she flipped her hand so his head was facing the floor and feet towards the ceiling. The girl whipped her hand down rapidly. His head crashed down onto the hard floor of Pandora's room, and with a loud yelp and sickening crack, her father was dead. But the troubled teen was not satisfied with her work, she lifted his body up from her position on her bed and strained her fingers until she couldn't separate them any further. The limp body in front of her began to strain as it too began stretching.

With one final scream from the girl, the body tore apart, spraying the white walls, wooden floor and her pale face with blood. Crying, the raven-haired girl released the body and stared at the hands in shock and horror. She faintly heard the front door slam open but she didn't focus on it until she felt a cold hand touch her blood strained shoulder. She jumped and gazed at the unfamiliar face. It was a woman with long blonde hair, styled in perfect red-carpet-curls, dressed in all black. Behind her was an older woman with crimped vibrant orange hair in all black but wearing colourful gloves, scarfs and glasses.

"Hello Pandora, this may sound shocking but we are certain you are a witch. I suppose you think so too. We're here to take to your safe haven, a place that you can call home."

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Pandora's body was shaken until she woke up. A gasp erupted from her throat as all of her horrid hidden memories came flooding back into her mind.

Tears brimmed her emerald as she stared at the older blonde woman who was crouching beside Pandora.

"Cordelia?" Pandora whispered. Cordelia sadly smiled down at the girl. The blonde stroked her hand through Pandora's hair as a tear spilt from the younger girl's eye. Pandora wrapped her arms around Cordelia's shoulders and buried her face in her neck. "I can't believe it."

"Just breathe deeply. You need time to get your bearings." Cordelia soothed. 

"Hello, my dear, it is simply marvellous to see you once again, especially after so many years," Myrtle said as Cordelia helped Pandora up from the floor. The orange-haired woman brought Pandora into a large hug.

"It's amazing to see you too Myrtle."

Pandora looked at the bleached blonde girl behind Myrtle with a large grin. "Hi, there stranger."

"Hey bitch, I've missed you," Madison replied as she pulled the brunette into her embrace. Although the embrace was short as a booming voice broke the comforting silence. 

"Let Pandora go, Madison. She is not one of you anymore." The silky voice of Michael Langdon spoke with confidence and clarity as he stood at the top of the stairs with Ms Mead obediently stationed beside him. 

The moment Pandora heard his voice, it was like her newly-found memories had suddenly vanished and all she could focus on was Michael. As Pandora stared up at the man with awe, the man tried his utmost best to not show the same affection but a small, genuine smile graced his lips as he glanced down at her. 

"There is no way in Hell that Pandora would side with you, trust me, I've been there, don't recommend it," Madison sassily spoke as she grabbed on Pandora's arm to hold her back in case her judgement was wrong.

"Especially after the way you treated her before all of this," Myrtle added as she stepped forward to stand by Pandora's side.

"You've lost, Michael. We have your biggest weakness, the only thing that can destroy you, and she's on our side." Cordelia smirked as she stood on the other side of the young brunette. "Face it, we can end you with a blink of an eye. And there's nothing you can do."

"Are you sure about that?" Michael evilly smirked down at the witches as his gaze diverted to Pandora with his hand reaching out to her. "Come to me, angel." 

Pandora eyes rolled in the back of her head and the black haze overlooked the whites of her eyes. Pandora reached her frail hand out in front of her and she stepped towards the staircase. But was stopped suddenly as Madison's strong grasp tugged on her arm. "Pandora! What the fuck - " The blonde shouted to her best friend but was cut short as a scream rippled through her throat. Madison ripped her hand from her friend's arm and clutched it to her chest. 

Madison glanced down at her hand in pain and horror as she witnessed the red-raw burns that plastered her palm. The blonde gaze shot up to the back of her friend's head as she watched her travel up the dark steps.

Once Pandora finally reached Michael she placed her small hand in his hand. Michael brushed his plump lips against her knuckles. The blonde man smiled towards his lover as he snaked his arm around her waist and brought her into a passionate kiss. The sounds of groans and scoffs coming from the witches were drowned out in Pandora's ears as she focused on Michael's affection. Unfortunately, both of them had a sudden desire to breathe and pulled away from each other. Their hot breaths fanned the other's face with smiles. 

"Are you two done sucking each other's dicks?" Madison's loud voice boomed over the silence causing Pandora to flinch and for her eyes to return back to normal.

Michael rolled his eyes at the blonde girl and opened his mouth to speak but Cordelia beat him to it. "Are you ready now you have your...weapon," Cordelia spoke grimly. 

"That depends if you are all ready to die," Michael calmly spoke with a sinister smile. 

"Just don't let me die, okay? It really sucked the first time," Coco's shrill and scared voice sounded, which caused Michael to scarily smirk down at the witches. 

"When I'm done, you'll all wish you were still dead." 

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