Mystic Land Chapter 8

Within the dark night in Kiwako village, the villagers await the appearance of the witch that had supposedly haunted their village since her birth. "There she-" One began to scream to warn the others, but she had already had his neck in her clutches. She reached into her pocket, revealing the packet of nails Ann had used on her before. She smirked, as her staff transformed into a hammer. Trapped dead in her grasp, the man screamed in terror. She held is index finger in place, as she hammer the nail into it. The villagers screeched in fear, rushing as far away from her as possible. In his severe pain, nonetheless the man struggled to get away.

Lollita had a smirk creeping up her lips as she began to giggle in an unusual way. She snatched another nail from the packet, looking at the man's middle finger. "Hmm...This isn't as fun as Ann made it look..." She teased, as she laughed manaiacly. "Let's move on to a more fatal place!" She suggested happily. "N-no...let me live! P-please!" The man begged in desperation. Lollita frowned angrly. "I was begging like you not so long ago..." She giggled, leaning over to the man's ear. "Something tells me you were in charge of killing me tonight, and you gave the opportunity to kill me to Ann, am I right?" She asked like a sly fox. The man began to struggle more. "At least give me your name, sir. I want to know the name of the one who plotted my death carefully. At least be generous enough to give me that!" She begged, pretending to be sweet.

"Makato!" He shrieked, continuing his futil struggle. "I see..." Lollita murmured, returning to a dark smirk. She aimed the nail to his neck, appearing to want to use this as a test. Makato's eyes widened into slits as she aimed the hammer to the nail carefully. "Stop! You'll smash your thumb!" He persisted, attempting to make her believe he cares for her safety. This amused Lollita. She began to laugh so loud the entire village could hear her. She began to pound the nail mercilessly, blood splattering on her cheeks and hands. When the nail was tightly pounded inside, she viciously pulled it out. "That's right! Bleed!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, interrupted by her own laughter in between.

She then moaned in pleasure, not bothering to wipe off the blood. Later that night, she found herself in her bed, hidden under the quilt. By this time she was clean, and normal. "I didn't do it!" She lied to herself, crying into her pillow. "I didn't kill him!" She insisted to herself over and over, knowing the whole entire village would avoid her. "I just wanted a normal life!" She sniffed, wiping away her tears. "Why did they insist on killing me? Why? I'm a normal human!" She sobbed, clumsily rushing off her bed into the bathroom. She blankly stared into her reflection on a nearby mirror and began to smirk. "I'm no longer human...I am a witch!" She laughed sadistically, leaving the villager's on their toes.