Chapter 156 Trapped- Part 1
Eugene played with his gun, twirling it around in his finger before catching hold of it steadily. He could see the blood that was oozing out of her body and he had hit her right in the right side of her chest which was where the witch's heart laid, unlike the normal humans whose heart resided on the left side of their chest.
The black witch fell down on the wet ground which was smudged with the loose soil after the previous day's rain in the forest. Eugene could tell that the witch was going to die but to be on the safer side as he was taught by his people, it was better to cut the head off the body.
Reaching where she was, he caught hold of her by pulling the back of her head making her groan. She looked helpless, "I must say you both did throw me off for a few days but you cannot escape a hunter's nose."
"Is it because you are a dog?" asked the black witch, her eyes squinted closed because of the pain.
Eugene stared at the witch wondering how long she had before she died. Though he had aimed at her heart, he was sure he had grazed only half of it. He liked the half-dead fish and half-alive.
He picked up his gun, placing it in her mouth to say, "I should blow your f.u.c.k.i.n.g brains out. What do you think about it?" he laughed when he saw the terror in her eyes, "That's right. Did your little pea-sized brain finally catch it?" hearing her mumble something he pulled out the gun from her mouth.
When the witch spoke this time, there was a slur in her speech as her once human tongue had changed to a tongue which belonged to a snake that slithered in and out of her mouth, "I haven't done anything to you. Let me go free and we'll forget anyone had anything to do with each other."
"The dreams one has," the hunter looked away from her as if he was looking at something else in the woods and not her, "I am a hunter, not a preacher to let you go for the sin you have committed."
"I have done nothing like that. I have continued to live without causing any trouble-"
"That is what you say but can you tell that you forgot to turn your friend in when he started to bribe the human!" the man pulled the back of her hair further making her grimace, "You stood there watching quietly doing nothing. Witches and humans don't get along, you know why? Because witches make use of humans."
"Not everyone is like that. People are different," the black witch gritted her teeth in pain which brought joy to the hunter's eyes.
"So you say but you cannot let go of that filthy nature of yours." The black witch opened her eyes at his words, looking up at him which made him look annoyed at her, "What are you looking at?"
Bathsheba smiled, her smile growing before it turned one to a chuckle, "Were you betrayed by my kind that turned you this bitter?" seeing his anger swirl she smiled, "You should know every creature has two different kinds that-"
"Shut up before I blow you up," he placed his gun right on her forehead, "Every kind has a similar trait. Greed runs thick in the humans, the thirst for power that is high in the pureblooded vampires, and the witches who are selfish in nature," Eugene didn't follow with the black and white code in life. There was no good or bad but that everything was categorized as one being and in this case witches were all bad. They were creatures who brought ill omens to the others around them. Killing and plaguing the people with nothing but death.
It was one or two cases. Every person he had come across had met their death thanks to the witches. And it didn't matter if it was a black witch or a white witch.
Four years ago, his best friend had fallen for a woman. A woman who spoke very less and didn't mingle with people around and that was something that had caught his friend's eyes. They fell in love, married and the next day he had found his friend's body sprawled on the ground. Dead in the house with the bride who had gone missing, it didn't take people much time to figure out what had happened. Especially with the boiling pot and potions that decorated the dead man's house.
He wished he had seen it coming but with love in the air, many had shrugged it off or had failed to look into it deeper. Eugene had lost his friend, a person who was dear to him. He had made a folly but it wouldn't happen again.
"Before I kill you, tell me where can I find this sister of yours..." Eugene knew that if the girl had helped this black witch, there was a high chance that she was a witch too. Green eyes, "Tell me where she is and I will see if I can lessen your pain."
Bathsheba stared at the man, her eyes unwavering which were of slits. Unblinking she said, "Are you going to hunt her down after me? She's a human let her go," said the witch.
Eugene shook his head, "A witch is a witch, no matter how much she or you hide your true nature. It will be exposed one day," the black witch's eyes started to flutter closed and open as if her body was slowly giving up with the loss of blood, "Tell me quick. I have other things to do than spend useless time with a person like yourself," he smiled down at her.
Eugene didn't feel the slightest remorse and he wouldn't feel it even after he would be done with her. Witches were meant to die, to not exist as it was something that didn't balance with the humans. They were like unnecessary weeds that had grown and needed to be pulled out.