Kaitlyn Fairchild (witchyeyes) wrote in salemscenes, @ 2017-01-06 09:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | kaitlyn fairchild (witchyeyes) |
Who: Kaitlyn Fairchild and some angry townsfolk
Where: Crow Haven Corner to start and then a dark basement dungeon
When: Early this morning
What: The witch hunt begins
It was unfortunate that Kaitlyn didn’t realize that Anna was out to breakfast with Rob that morning. She assumed that the two of them were at work for the day since they were complete workaholics. Rob was too good for this world, never able to devote enough time to the hospital and Anna spent an inordinate amount of time at Crow Haven or tending to the various stray animals around the city. That was exactly how Kait knew that Anna was gone for the day. The usual swirling bunch of kittens begging for breakfast were nowhere to be found, which meant they had already been fed.
She had been setting up for the day nearby but it was made difficult by all of the snow that was falling. Kaitlyn often switched locations but stayed in the same general vicinity and she didn’t hate working so close to Anna. Not that it mattered since the two of them could communicate silently any time they wanted. Kaitlyn would look back on this moment later and wish she had reached out to Anna through their psychic link. She might have saved herself some trouble if she had but Kaitlyn Fairchild always had to do things the hard way.
When she walked into the shop, she immediately knew that something was wrong. There was nobody working behind the register and Kaitlyn checked her watch to see that it was still fifteen minutes until the store would open for the morning. They might have lived in Salem but there was no need for a twenty four hour witch shop. Crow Haven kept normal business hours.
She could almost feel Gabriel getting pissed off as she pushed her way further into the shop anyway, especially after she noted the broken window nearby. It looked like somebody had done some damage to the shop overnight. Kaitlyn would have called the police but she didn’t have her phone on her. While most might consider it strange to forget your phone all of the time, Kaitlyn was part of a psychic link with most of the people she cared about and she was from the 90s. Nobody needed a cell phone.
One of the shelves crashed over and Kaitlyn startled and thought then about leaving but it was too late. Suddenly she was staring down the barrel of a shotgun at a person she didn’t recognize. It wasn’t a surprise since Kaitlyn could count on one hand the number of friends she had and they were all psychic.
“What are you doing?” Kaitlyn demanded, rather bravely. This wasn’t the first time she had stared down the barrel of a gun. Figuratively, that was.
“What am I doing? What are you doing?” he countered. “I think you did all of this. What do you guys think?”
A group of people all began to appear from the stacks of books and magical supplies. The store wasn’t very big so there weren’t that many of them but enough to overwhelm Kaitlyn.
“Yeah, I think she’s done more than this. Just look at her. She’s definitely a witch,” a woman from the small crowd said.
“That’s right,” Kaitlyn spat back angrily. This was the danger of accusing Kaitlyn of witchcraft. She was used to it and it contributed to her general bad attitude. Kaitlyn hated people because they were all like this. They all judged her based on how she looked and what she could do. This was hardly the first time she had been accused of witchcraft. Between her spooky eyes and her creepy prophetic drawings, everyone always thought Kaitlyn was a witch. As far as she knew, witches didn’t even exist in her world but they definitely existed here in Salem.
“I’m a witch and I’m scary, so you better not fuck with me!” Kaitlyn exclaimed.
“Look at her eyes!” One of them exclaimed. “Stop her before she kills all of us just like she killed the others.”
Kaitlyn actually faltered there. It was one thing to be accused of being a creepy witch that nobody wanted to associate with. It was a whole different thing to be called a murderer. Kait spent her whole life trying to figure out her visions so that she could stop people from dying. It was basically as far away from being a murderer as one could get.
She knew the situation was getting dangerous and she was sending distress signals to the web wildly. She wasn’t sure where they all were as she was too distracted to tap in but she knew they would be here within a matter of moments and these people were going to be lucky if Gabriel didn’t kill them.
“You’re not going to hurt anyone else, you bitch,” the man with the shotgun said. Then Kaitlyn saw stars. A millisecond before that she had spotted the wind up and wondered what it would actually feel like to get punched in the face. She had fought a lot of battles before but none of them had been as completely literal as this one. She saw the fist coming and within a second she was laid out cold on the floor, daylights knocked out.
As it turned out, getting punched in the face was really unpleasant.
When Kaitlyn woke up, her entire face was throbbing. While on one hand, it was a nice distraction from her aching back having been slouched over unconscious in a hard plastic chair for awhile. On the other hand, it felt like her fucking brains were going to explode. She automatically reached up to touch the bridge of her nose and that was how she discovered that her hands were cuffed in front of her. Momentarily distracted from her headache, she wondered at the absurdity of grown men who were threatened by a seventeen year old girl.
Now she was the one who was pissed off as she turned the full intensity of her smoky blue eyes on the man sitting on the other side of the desk where she had been napping away only moments ago.
“Don’t I get a lawyer or something?” she snapped.
“You have no rights here,” he said. She had to respect him for his honesty, at least. He wasn’t going to dance around the fact that she wasn’t even being treated fairly. Hadn’t anyone learned anything from The Puritans? There were only about five hundred fucking museums in the city of Salem to warn against this very thing.
“What do you want?” she asked him, eyes narrowed.
“A confession,” he said. He slid a piece of paper in front of her and Kaitlyn began to quickly read the words laid out in front of her. How sad it was when history repeated itself and not in a good way like how plaid shirts were coming back into style. The confession stated that Kaitlyn had used witchcraft to kill a multitude of people in town. Her face twisted into disgust because Kait had heard about the murders that were happening but she chalked it up to some twisted vampire shit or the usual Salem hijinks. And while she wasn’t willing to rule out witchcraft, she definitely wasn’t the witch who had done this!
“All these people died?” Kaitlyn asked quietly. Her head was starting to throb uncontrollably again.
“You know well they did,” he said. “You killed them.”
“I did not!” Kaitlyn practically roared. Her head throbbed again, stabbing scorching pains like the devil’s pitchfork in her sinuses. Why did he have to hit her so hard?
“Lies!” he said, matching her decibel for decibel. “You killed them all!” He began to shove large glossy photographs in front of her, each containing graphic images of death and dismemberment. Kaitlyn wanted to puke.
“How would I kill all of those people?” Kaitlyn asked, rather pitifully after being so heartily demoralized.
“Witchcraft. We know you’re a witch. We don’t need a confession but it would make things easier.”
“I’m not confessing to anything!” Kaitlyn yelled.
“Maybe not today but tomorrow’s another day. I’m going to find out everything about you, Kaitlyn Fairchild. And when I do, you’re going to burn.”
But Kaitlyn was already burning. She couldn’t get the images of those dead people out of her head. The anger of being accused of that crime while the guilty party walked free enraged her and the throbbing vein in her forehead began to dance causing white hot pain to radiate through her skull. It was distracting. Somewhere in the distance she thought she could hear Gabriel and her friends calling for her but it was so hard to focus.
“Did you give me something?” she asked, suddenly confused. And if they had given her something, why wasn’t it helping with the pain in her face? And if it was helping with the pain in her face, what was it going to feel like when it wore off? There were too many questions and too much rage to properly articulate any of them.
“Why don’t you go back to your cell and think about what you’ve done? I think in a day or two, maybe without food or water, you might feel a little differently.”
Kaitlyn glared at him as he stood up and let himself out through the door where he exchanged words with somebody but Kait didn’t have super hearing and her head hurt too much to even try and eavesdrop.
She was barely conscious of two people coming into the room and grabbing her under her arms, dragging her off to her cell where she could think about what she had done wrong.
“You had better fucking hope I’m not the witch you think I am,” she hissed at them after they shoved her into that dirty little cell. Neither one of them said a word to her but they both looked afraid as they locked her in and left her.
Kaitlyn backed away from the doors, honestly grateful for the cool damp darkness to help her pounding head. Somewhere in the distance she heard voices calling her name but she couldn’t seem to focus on them before she descended back into darkness.