Abellon A Narrative Fiction

Amelia says. “Well he’s here now, he was always busy with work and everything. He needs to make money so you girls can live in a nice house and have everything you need.”

Dante raised a single brow, eyeing them with the utmost suspicion as was possible of a ten year old. “What’s going on?”

“I thought you were by yourself, because I didn’t see your family. So I got nervous.”

     I started to walk across the street to my friend Lacey’s house. Lacey lives just outside Detroit, but like my family, her family comes to the cape for the summer. Our families’ have been friends for about 10 years, but we normally don’t see or talk to each other during the year, only summertime seems to bring us together. Traditionally Lacey and I leave for the beach together,

“What are you doing here,” I asked softly. As she proceeded to answer, Brandy cuts around the corner and said,

Not far down the road, I had made Anna stop at Bluegrass Creek insisting that we needed to talk. At first she protested, saying that whatever I needed to discuss with her could wait. That, we needed to be on the road because we had half a state to travel if we were going to get to… and that’s when I said, Deerfield, and the surprise of me already knowing where the gathering was had silenced her instantly.

After visiting the courthouse and checking up on new leads, Iris finally had a moment to sit down at her desk. She was finally feeling like her old, healthy self. The cold was officially gone. As she opened up her notes she began typing vigorously. The current story was a high school student who had just passed because of a h*** overdose. She could not believe that such young kids in her city were dying at the hands of drugs. Moments like this made her appreciate Joe's strict parenting and the absence of her drug addicted mother. As much as Iris liked to keep an objective perspective when it came to her work, sometimes she could not help but get attached to the personal lives and stories. Today for instance, she visited the courtroom for the

“ He’s punting alright, punting himself off the team because he sucks so much.” Kevin laughed and admired his own joke as Tyler was approaching a stop light.

“You don’t actually believe Abellona Abbott was a witch, how could you believe in such nonsense? Sure, people might’ve believed in witchcraft back in the 1700’s, but not anymore. Witchcraft ain’t nothin’ but a bunch of horseshit.”

I shook my head. “I don’t know. But I bet they’re looking for us . We picked up their girls,” I realized

“I was supposed to meet Roy, but he must of had other plans that he forgot about.”

“I don't know where Katelyn is.” Terra answered sounding worried. “I was hoping she was still with you at the dance. She was just supposed to meet us here with your phone. We’d planned on using that photo you’d taken as a muse to help us witches focus our energy into one consciousness that would be strong enough to allow us to be able to finally locate Abellona’s grave. We’d planned on destroying the seal on her gravestone which would send her to hell once and for all.”

“And, as for Abellona, since she was a child of the village, and since some of the people of the village felt that she was under Alcina’s control. She was given a chance to repent, or face her own form of corporal punishment.

Eveleen’s earliest memory involved her head being forced into the sand as her tormentor pinned her down with his own body. She could remember, clawing up nothing but those course golden grains and those tiny pins embedding themselves beneath her nails, as she desperately sought her escape. The feeling of inhaling of their saltiness as they coated her tongue and rattled down her throat, burning her fragile lungs can still be felt when recalled. The harsh suffocating gasps as air, just barely escaping her, follow, taking her breath away even nineteen years later. If it hadn’t been for the kind soul pulling her aggressor off of her, Eveleen doubted she would have ever survived the incident.

“Now it’s said that at some point in the middle of the night, below the yellow light of a full moon, Abellona starts to pray, frantically praying to whoever will listen. She prays to God, and gets no answer. Like he's ever answered anybody, right? Then, it’s said she started praying to Hecate the Greek goddess of witchcraft, and again she gets no immediate reply. But, then... Then, it’s believed that just before dawn, mere moments before Abellona could see the first telltale signs of daylight cresting over the forest of Mt. Harrison. That she starts to go crazy with fright, and in her delirious state, writhing and thrashing herself about in the stock, like a coyote ready to chew its own leg off to get out of a hunter's snare. At this