billie jenkins is the god damn ultimate power (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} billiejen) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming, |
Big day, big day, she had to go. Had to go now. It hadn't been hard for Billie to get away. She'd just project herself. But her concentration wasn't the best, so she had ended up on the street, and then walking the rest of the way there. "Places to be, have to go. Going...going." she had muttered to herself.
When she had landed at the sight, she'd made her way in with the others. Whatever it was they were chanting, she just seemed to know what she had to say, or do. She had regarded the key with interest. It was so shiny, sparkly. Pretty. Billie wanted one of her own.
It wasn't until the first sign of trouble arrived that she did anything besides chant, and stand in her spot. The ritual had to go on, but it didn't need them to do anything. The witch had turned on her spot, and looked blankly at the people coming.
Coming for the key. They couldn't have it. No, no, no, wasn't there's, mustn't steal. There were lots of them. Weapons, powers, plans. Their plans, they all had plans of their own, but it wasn't the right plan.
A blank gaze on her face, eyes dull, Billie lifted her hand, and flicked her power at the first person she could see to send them back. She knew she had to protect the key from them, and she'd do it with her life, because nothing else really crossed her mind.