The Fire Witch

In the darkness, an evil was forged, surrounded and consumed by the souls of the damned. Once she broke out of their grasp, she became rageful and cruel, and they called her the Fire Witch.

Alice Lula stood there watching her former families house go up in flames. The look in her eye’s detached, and cold. Yet she felt a passionate embrace in her own sickening way. It wasn't a crime of malice. But more a crime that held a type of mystical power. As she gazed into her flaming abyss she smiled with a sinister grin. Because she realized that she was more then a human being, and that her life had truly just begun.

10 Years later,

My name is Steve Franklin, and I am a witch hunter. I work for a secret organization called The Holy, and Sanctified. Our purpose is to hunt down witches, and send them straight to hell. Recently I have been hunting one by the name of Alice Lula. Also known as the fire witch. I have been after her for about 2 years. But she is skilled in being an escapist. I had her in chains in Tibet four years ago. But the vile creature somehow escaped in the middle of the night. So I have been hunting her ever since. At this present moment. I am following her trying to find out where she resides. Here in France. Wait a minute she’s gone. I turn my back for two minutes, and she’s gone again damn. Then Alice showed

up behind him, and stabbed him in the back lifting him off of the ground by the handle of her knife. While smiling with an evil look in her eyes. She whispered in his ear. You thought you had me. didn’t you hunter?

Well now you’re the prey aren’t you? That’s when Alice snapped her fingers, and set him on fire instantly. At the same time dropping him on the ground. She thought she’d won this battle. When all of

a sudden an arrow struck Alice in the back of her head. Piercing threw into her eyeball. Alice dropped dead on impact. That’s when a women dressed in all black clothes walked up to Alice’s corpse. She smiled, and said you witches are so predictable. You always think inside your little box of a mind. If you had any type of brains you would have expected the unexpected. Now wouldn’t you? Then she turned around, and walked away.

The End

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