But she did not. She stayed there, trembling digits holding onto him, frame leaning over his body, dark hair smelling like the cold winter air encompassing his face “The screams get to you first, in the dead of the night horrors from every corner echoing, it drives one mad. We are not wanted. Our bolted doors rattle in their rusty hinges, darkness like black mold spreading all around like a web. We ran, but we came back for we have nothing.” She shook him, yelling “NOTHING!” pressing her forehead against his, Nemesis felt his brain disconnect. He was there, yet did not move, disassociating from everything despite her words ringing loud against his eardrums “The anticipation of something coming for you gets you first, my little one crying in her sleep. We moved to the guest house and they let us be for a few days. Days of peace and bliss and warmth.” She sighed softly, eyes fluttering before she focused back on him “But then we found handprints on the windows, knocking against the glass with no one there. Priests cannot banish the evil, Satan’s worshipers flee like scared lambs and I would sacrifice anything, anyone to just make it stop.”
They called her Hex on the spot because of her black dress and sunken cheeks. Twilight did not think twice before attributing the name to her when she came in their office back on Halloween. It fitted her like a glove. But now as he stared at the scene unfolding, a gasp tumbling from her lips, turning to look at her daughter with a haunting stare as if she had just realized then and there what she had done, she looked like a worn-out woman, a desperate mother just trying to protect her child.