Soul Witch - Chapter 1

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Soul Witch - Chapter 1.
(Picture is of Ivy-Hazel)

We are all around you, the perfection of humans, stronger, faster and with many abilities. You call us monsters, you write 'fairy tales' about us, but you don't even know we're here. One day we'll take over and it won't be just a fairy tale for you anymore.

(Ivy-Hazel P.O.V)
I knew I was never normal. I was a 'troubled teenager' they called it. I didn't know my parents. I lived with uncle mac and I'm not even sure he was ever related to me now. But when people say they're not normal you don't really believe they're the most unusual person you'll ever meet. I never expected this to happen to me. I never expected not to be human. Especially when I'm standing inside a cathedral staring up at my real mother tied to a cross, with gasoline all over her and the man in front of me threatening to set her alight.
But to understand what's about to happen to me, the choice I have to make, you need to hear my story from the beginning...

"Ivy-Hazel Gray you get down these stairs RIGHT NOW!" I heard uncle Mac yelling his freaking ass off and I knew I was in deep shit. I trudged down the stairs into the living room and all I had to do was look at his face and I knew he'd never been this angry. His veins were popping out of his forehead, he'd gone bug eyed and his cheeks were an unflattering tomato color.

"Young lady, can you tell me why I just got a phone call saying there was a locker search in school, and you've just been expelled for having DRUGS in your locker!!??" He screamed.

I didn't say anything for a minute, I was thinking about telling the truth, but he wouldn't believe me anyway.
"Where else was I meant to put them?"

*CRACK* I fell backwards and my face started burning, he'd hit me again.

"You stupid girl! How many times do I tell you we can't keep moving around because of you? There aren't many schools left that will take a f***ing kid like you anymore. Just start packing up your crap, we're going to London."

I ran back up the stairs to my box room. My face really hurt, it was going to bruise, but I was used to it. I still couldn't stop the tears escaping my eyes, he'd told me to pack but I didn't have many things. I shoved all my clothes into a big suitcase, put my guitar in the case and my books in a box. I heard the front door slam, Mac had probably walked off to go to the pub. He would probably be in a worse mood when he got back, I had to get out of here. It was time for me to go, somewhere else to have another life without abuse from Mac in it. But first I wanted my real families stuff. Mac said I could have it when I turned 18 but I wasn't going to wait another 3 years with him. I walked into his room and opened his draws, rummaging through them I found a locked box. He'd have the key on him, damn. I ran down to the garage and grabbed a hammer, placed the box on the floor and hit it as hard as I could. Wood flew everywhere but I got to see what my parents had left me.

There was a photograph of a short blonde woman with green eyes, smiling resting her head on a tall dark haired man. He was staring at the woman beside him and then I noticed she was holding a baby, me. There was a folded letter too that said...

"I left my ring for you, until me and your father can come back. It may seem like nothing, but I promise when people see it they will respect who you are, you'll be safe. Remember, you're special, you were always destined for something great."

I looked at the ring, it was dark silver, the front shaped into an iris with a black diamond in it. It was beautiful, she was wearing the exact one in the picture and a similar necklace.

I put the ring on, took the photo and letter back to the bags and took them to the front door. My heart was racing, if Mac ever finds me, I'm dead. I went in the kitchen and punched in the number to the safe. Mac always kept about £2000 in there with the car keys, I took the money and the keys, shoved my things in the volvo and started the engine. I was so nervous. I'd go to London, he wouldn't expect me to go where he'd been planning to take me.