WEEK 6 - LOBELIA

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Six weeks.

They had been here for that long, and still...the game was continuing.
Yet, it felt like they were finally about to reach the end of it...
Just a little longer. 🗈

Still, things were just the same as they had been the past few weeks.

The goats and servants were still around, and so too were the witches.
Yet, it felt like this week would be the week they would finally get all the pieces to the puzzle.
But...could they solve it?

Only time would tell.

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EPILOGUE

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[For a time, it seems almost like they have been forgotten. Silence hangs heavy in the air, with every breath feeling labored...like they are beginning to turn to stone -

And then, suddenly, there is light as the theatre’s curtains are suddenly wrenched open, with the black figure laughing in an oh-so-familiar cackle, a song rushing out, raucous and dark.]

HYAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! Oh, what a piiiiiiiiiitful little creature, riiiiight? God, it’s sickening!

‘Please, seekers of the truth, kill the Witch, kill me!’ That coooooooooooooooooooward didn’t have the strength to do it herself, so she asks others to do iiiiiiit?! Where’s the fun, huh, where’s even the littlest bit of fun in thaaaaaaaaaaaaaat???

[The black figure spins around, as if dancing - gleefully, joyfully, happy and content with how things are - before summoning a strange, curved dagger in her hand.]

Oh, what a poor little princess, so sad and alone, without anyone who really cared for her! IT’s too baaaaaaaaaaaaad she softened or removed her own wrongdoing in the story, because then that wouldn’t look good on her!

No, it’s much easier to ‘blame a Witch’ or blame those poor, cruel people, to make them all evil or cowardly! It’s waaaaaaaaaaay easier when you make it like that, riiiiight? Snip away the gray, make it cleanly black and white, right and wrong, an innocent victim against everyone ellllllse!!

[The Figure laughs again, twirling the dagger in her hands before setting it across her own body, near her stomach.]

Here, here, look well! Look well at the truth that lying, snivelling piece of myself kept out of her too long tale!! That piece of me I shed because all she wanted to do was just lie down and die, and turn into nothing!!

Look, and don’t forget! This isn’t in her damn book, it can’t be, but - this is the truth itself!

[And with a gleeful cry, she splits open her stomach with the dagger. Blood and guts spill forth over the stage, over all of them trapped in their seats, and with the blood comes -

truth.]

”Mother, why are you crying? ….Did Father beat you again?”

“I never should have brought any of you to America! Everyone always stares at you and the boy, and I’m an outcast! I should have only taken []! She actually looks enough like everyone else!!”

“Go out and go to the dance, []. I have some work to do here - be sure to stay and get at much fun as you can.”

“...Ah, that poor girl….we can’t tell her the truth. If she knew that her own father had set the fire…”

“It’s not true, is it?! My father - he wouldn’t have - he loved all of us, right…?!”

“Thank you for the medicine! It saved my child!”
“...You’re welcome.”

“Here, take some bread! It must be hard to be alone in that house by yourself!”
“....Thank you.”

“We’ve been so much healthier since you started doing your work. You must be touched by god himself!”
“That’s...very flattering, thank you.”

“...Papa, please stop crying...we’ll be fine, I swear. I’ll work just like [] does, and we’ll make it through…”
“I...don’t want you to starve like I had to! I want you to have a good life! Your mother would have wanted me to -”

“If I save his mother, then…maybe he’ll marry me, and we’ll be together forever. But I don’t know how to - ah. There is that child I’ve been seeing, maybe…”

“Oh, []. You’ve been trying so hard on my son, using so many things...but he’s just getting worse - he’s complaining he can’t breathe.”
“...Don’t worry. I’m certain this medicine will finally work.”


“Why is the medicine so blue?”
“Well, it’s a secret. A Witch made it - haha, just kidding.”

“Papa, where are you going?!”
“That girl...something’s wrong! No one’s ever recovered before from that disease with no issues!”
“Papa, wait!”

“...I can’t believe what you’re saying. Just because she managed to find something to cure it, you’re accusing her of being a witch?”
“What else could explain it?!”
“It could be a miracle from god! We’ve all seen her good works! ….We can’t believe you at this time, please - leave.”

“We’re so happy for you, []! You’ll be a great wife to him!”
“...Thank you….!”

“I love you, []. I’ll always be on your side, I promise.”

“The cattle dying - that can’t be part of it -”
“But it is! It’s the Curse of the Witch!”
“That’s - Impossible, it can’t be her-”

“Papa, please stop, Mama wouldn’t want this -”
“Mama would want me to take care of you, and I am!”

“Did you hear? []’s been accused of being a Witch!”
“What? There’s no way - she’s like a saint!”
“Do you think the church is wrong?”
“Well, I...It just seems impossible….”

“They saw her floating with their own eyes!”
“...Actually, one of my cousins - you know him, in one of the big cities? He says that a witch test like that doesn’t mean anything.”
“But doesn’t a Witch float because she was never baptised, and the water rejects her?”
“He said it had something to do with how human bodies work-”

“That poor girl...she’s been crying in the cellar for ages.”
“At least let me give her this blanket!”
“Should we really just allow that execution to happen?”

“It’s been sunny for ages….maybe they’ve come to their senses and are going to let her go.”

“...So, the vote is 6-5 in favor of burning her.”
“Damn it!”
“Father, it’s alright - you tried everything you could to save her…”

“Please, save me. I promise I’ll be with you, just don’t let them kill me-!”

“That day...was so horrible.”
“I wish there was something we could have done…”
“Maybe if we’d banded together and said something, but-”
“There was so much hate in her eyes…”

“KILL THEM! KILL THEM KILL THEM KILL THEM KILL THEM!!!”

“Honey, what’s wrong?”
“...It’s nothing.”
“...You dreamed about her again, didn’t you?”
“...I love you, and the children. But sometimes, I...wish I’d made another choice.”
“...I know.”

“I HATE YOU! I HATE EVERYONE! JUST DIE! JUST DIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!”

“It’s….you. You’ve come...to kill me, haven’t you?”
“...”
“...That’s….fine. I...betrayed you. But….let me say….I’m sor-”

“YOU’RE NOT SORRY AT AAAAAAAAAAAALLL!!!”

“God, this warehouse always gives me the creeps.”
“Right? So many people have gotten hurt here. Heck, some have even died.”
“Isn’t there that rumor that some lady died here back in the 1800’s or something?”
“Talk like that, and you’re going to get crushed to death.”
“Hahaha!”

“DON’T LAUGH AT MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!”

I am...me, I am me, but I’ve hurt so many people.
Hahaha...who was I trying to get at, again?
…
I don’t - want to be here anymore.
But I don’t want to die.
No, I do, but -
I want to be free.
It hurts.
I’m so tired of the pain.
I’m so tired of this aching, gnawing pain…
Why can’t I move on?
I’m evil, shouldn’t I go to hell?
I’m innocent, shouldn’t I go to heaven?
At least let me reincarnate already -

I want to move on.
No, there’s something shining ahead of me.
It’s so beautiful -
No, it’s scary.
I deserve to die here.
No, I deserve to move on from this all.
I’m scared.
I’m scared!!
But I want to-
Go-
Stay-

I’m not human anymore.
I am...a Ghost Witch …?
What am I?
...I am…
I have to be nothing but a Witch.
Only a Witch could move on from here with no regrets.
But I have regrets. I don’t want to move on. I want to stay here.
I have to leave here. I have to - walk forward on my own two feet.
I’m the victim, why can’t you just let us both stay here?
Stop talking.
I’ve made my choice.
It’s not fair! It’s not fair, it’s not fair, can’t we just stay here and keep hurting people-

Tear it up.
Tear that part of me that wants to stay mired in the past here.
Tear that part that won’t go forward.
That part that wants to die.

I want to live.
No matter what form I take, or how hard it is, I want to live.
If living means becoming the worst kind of monster, then I will.
It’s fun to hurt others, I’ve learned that -
And if the place above me is filled with nothing but monsters, then I will fit in.
...Still, I hope -
-that just once -
I could no longer be lonely….

...Hey, someone.
Anyone…
Can you tell me -
Am I L[]?

[And then -

They’re back in where they were before all of this, the book sitting in front of them.

...It is...full. Complete.

...all except for what the black figure at the end showed them.]

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You don't have to rip away your humanity and your regrets to move forward. You just have to be strong enough to carry them.

[Kurama shakes his head and turns away from the book.]