The Last of the Mind Movers; Anna's Assault

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part four, mind movers, the meeting of Anna and Lilith

Submitted: July 31, 2009

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Submitted: July 31, 2009



Anna's mind was racing. What had just transpired? She had to get to the bottom of this. She grabbed her keys and flew out of there without locking anything, and the front door she left wide open. She sped toward the school, all the while passing cars in the wrong lane and running red lights. Luckily she didn't see any cops. She reached the school and slammed the car to a stop, half way into the grass. She bolted inside, while on lookers watched her suspiciously.

There was Linda at the front desk, and once she saw Anna, she was immediately alarmed and surprised.

"Anna! Why the rush? Are you okay?"

"Linda. I need you to think back a few days ago, to the last time you saw Mandy. Did you also see any visitors? Was there a woman here that maybe you didn't recognize? Someone you haven't seen before?"

"Well now that you mention that, yes, there was. A woman came in looking for Mandy about three days ago. She asked where her room was. I thought maybe she was a friend of Mandy's. I only remember her because she had bright red hair. She was very polite. Then she went on down the hall to Mandy's room. She had a hauntingly beautiful voice. But I didn't see her leave. I didn't see Mandy leave that day either. I just must have missed her. It was the end of the day and I was in a hurry to leave. You look scared. Did something happen to Mandy?"

"Don't ask me how I know this, but that woman has something to do with the absence of Mandy the last couple days. I don't know who she is yet, but I think she's using Mandy to get to me."

"I don't understand, Anna," said Linda. "What does that woman have to do with you?"

"I'll tell you all about it, but not now. Mandy is in trouble."

Anna ran out of there, and just then her phone rang. It was not an unavailable number this time. She answered as she scrambled into her car.

"Yes? Hello, this is Anna." A female voice, but a different one. "Hello Anna. My name is Deb. I run the Ridgemont foster home down town. I'm calling on behalf of Grim. Did you know him?"


"Yes I know Grim. He was a very good friend to my son August. What is the reason you are calling?"

"Mrs. Green. Grim is dead. He listed you as an emergency contact. He said to call if anything should happen to him. I did as he asked. We respect the wishes of everyone who stays here. You can come and collect his things."

"Give me the address there," said Anna. Pieces were coming together. The picture was becoming more clear. This mystery woman killed Grim. She knew it. And she also knew that the time to use her powers was drawing very near.

Anna arrived at Ridgemont, and went in. She went to the front desk, where a woman was going through some papers.

"Can I help you, ma'am?," said the woman.

"I am Mrs. Green. I'm here to get what belonged to Grim. I became his only family after his dad died. Are you who I talked to on the phone?"

"Yes, Mrs. Green. My name is Lydia. I have his things right here. I just need you to sign this sheet that proves you knew the deceased." Anna signed it. She turned around and noticed the yellow crime scene tape blocking off a room. She turned back to Lydia.

"So Grim was murdered?" She asked, even though she knew the answer to that. Lydia lifted her head. "I'm sorry Mrs. Green. I'm not at liberty to discuss the circumstances surrounding Grim's death. The police questioned me. I don't know anything, other than him being dead." Anna didn't expect her to know anything. After all, she was the one follwing the bread crumbs here, and she was getting closer to the witch in the candy house.

"Thank you Lydia. I'll be going now." She picked up what used to be Grim's belongings and headed for the door. Before she got there, she noticed a few pictures on a bulletin board. Grim was in one of the pictures, with his arm around a girl. A girl with red hair.

"Holy shit!" Anna yelled. Lydia jumped a mile out of her chair at the sound of that. "Lydia! Who is this girl in the picture with Grim?" Lydia came over and looked at the picture. "That's Lily. She got here about a week after Grim did. Those two hit it off right away. I had never seen a happier couple."

Anna studied the face of terror. So young. So innocent. So not who everyone thinks she is.

"Get the police back here, Lydia. Tell them you had a killer here. A killer who goes by the name of Lily. And do you have any idea where she could be now?"

"I don't know where she is. But a few times I heard her talking to Grim about her maybe wanting to become a teacher. She said she was going out to look at different schools." And Anna was running for her car once again. Lily had Mandy right now. At her own school.

Anna was careful as she drove by this time. She knew that Lily was watching her, maybe from a lower window. It was getting darker, and a light rain started to fall. She circled the building, then parked her car in an alley in the back. She made her way to one of the back double doors. Of course it was locked, and her hands were shaking so bad she dropped her keys. She wasn't sure if Lily was going to attack her right when she opened the door, so she very slowly cracked it and peered in with one eye. Complete darkness. She had to go in fast. She was right about Lily watching her, but not about attacking her. Anna shut the door behind her. She knew where all the light switches were, but could not risk turning any on. She crept along, gliding her hand across the wall as she went. Then her phone rang, and it was like a security alarm going off in this utter quiet. She looked at the screen, and saw Mandy's name.

She answered, but didn't say anything. She only pressed the phone to her ear, and listened.

"Anna, help me, pl." It was actually Mandy, but she was cut off. And then another familiar voice came on the line.

"Hi Anna dear. We are just waiting for you, and then the fun can start."


That voice was absolutely menacing. It was the voice of the most evil female being that ever existed. They had to be in the cellar, and that's where Anna headed. She used her phone as a flashlight. Once she got down in the cellar, there was no need for a phone light. Lily had lit hundreds of candles, and in the low orange glow, Anna could see Mandy. She was tied to some pipes in the corner and had tape over her mouth. She was defenseless. Helpless.

"Mandy? You Okay?" Asked Anna. Mandy only glanced at her with red and swollen eyes, and Anna saw she was bleeding. That bitch. Lily had cut off one of her fingers.

"I'm going to get you out of here, Mandy." She swung her head frantically around, searching for Lily, but she didn't see her. But then Lily spoke.

"I'm so happy, Anna. Or maybe I should call you mind mover. You were so lucky to have Grim choose you. But we all know the fate of the mind movers. They die. It is their curse. And now I will put forth my vengeance, and kill you. The last one. It is unavoidable. I just hope you have brought more to the table for me than Grim did. He was weak. He let down his guard. He honestly thought he could kill my son and not pay for it. Well enough talking. I'm tired of talking, even though I do enjoy the sound of my own voice. I'm so powerful, I could seduce myself."

"No need for introductions, Lily. Enough mind games. You are going to regret killing Grim, and fucking with me and my friends." And at that, Anna morphed into the dragon. The fire breathing protector. Fucked with the wrong mind mover indeed.

Lily laughed. "A dragon, Anna? Well if that's what you want." Mandy looked on in horror. What the hell was she in the middle of? She grew even more horrified after she watched Lily transform into a massive one hundred foot long anaconda.

The candles went out, leaving everything black. Mandy would never forget the maniacal, malevolant sounds that followed.

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