Chapter 1

The witch's mark

Waking to a sudden jolt of the bus, my neck snapped forward and i sat up. What had happened? Standing up she began walking towards the front of the bus " what's going on " her silky smooth almost angelic voice asked.

The driver froze for a millisecond taking in the voice that should not belong to any human. Turning and looking at me, his jaw almost dropped. Her beauty was something he had never saw. Almost as if the direct creation of god had opened the gates of heaven and she came out.

Rolling my eyes at the man she waited for an answer " oh um a flat" he quickly said trying to not stare at her, failing miserably I walked and grabbed my bag. Just then a something hit the side of the bus with a bang. This caused some people to scream. Sighing I watched a girl get off the bus and look around.

" nothing " she yelled and went to walk around the back when a loud, bloody murder scream broke through the silence. Every one held their breath and listened trying to see what happened.

" Time to go hunting " I mumbled and grabbed my bag. Slinging the bag over her shoulder she walked to the front and jumped off the steps. Unzipping her bag as she walked I crouched and saw marks almost as if someone was dragged.

Taking out the leather case she pulled out an old gun. Pulling back the hammer she walked into the woods with the gun ready. Following broken branches and drag marks she heard a scream and turned around seeing the bus leaving.

Rolling my  eyes at them I found the girl standing in the middle of a small clearing with a figure standing on a branch. The figures eyes glowed and a sickening grin spread across its face.

Pointing my gun at the figure I  shot and the bullet was deflected. A witch.. great just great she thought. The girl ran at her. Moving out of the way I  kicked her in the back causing the girl to face plant. Turning back to the witch she ran with speed, that of inhuman beings.

Tackling the witch to the ground she punched the figure in the face. Being elbowed in the stomach,I  fell off but quickly got back up.

Picking the figure in the stomach, the witch went flying backwards. Using my speed I stood above her and smiled. " go annoy some else " she said and loaded a bullet into the chamber of the gun by pulling back the hammer.

The engraved details began glowing and her eyes glowed a beautiful gold/ yellow color and the witch's eyes widened. The witch's mark then began to glow and I shit her in the heart and again on the head.

Sighing I turned on my heals and began walking to the girl. Turning her into her back I began inspecting her body. Pulling her jacket open I could see what looked like blood around her heart. Pulling her shirt up I looked at her chest to see what others would interoperate as a tattoo but to me It was a marking.

The mark of the witch. It was when a witch selected a human as a vessel of sorts. The vessel became like a personal slave to the witch. A mindless zombie as the person could not refuse.

To make the contract of the witches mark the witch must have ripped the girls heart out using  magic to not leave any sighs of entering. Think of it as her hand passed though all the girls skin and muscles until she reached the heart and pulled it out.

With the heart the girl couldn't refuse anything. I must have been just a minute late to save to poor girl. Sighing she fixed the girl to how she was before she inspected her. She girl was dead because of the witch. 

Standing up I walked back to the road and slid the gun back into my big bag leaving the leather case empty. Walking down the street she swayed her hips. Walking past the purgatory sighs she slapped it with a smirk.

" hello purgatory"

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hello hello my lovely unicorns

What do you guys think?

I wanted to keep this chapter on the shorter side but I might go back and make it longer we shall see

Anyway hope you all enjoyed and the witch's mark sounds cool right. Poor girl that died

See y'all next time  with more of out mysterious Jane Doe

~ The lovely writer of this story ~ Alex