[Center][b][color=ec008c]Shelby Jackson – Museum of Witchcraft - Night[/color][/b][/center]


“I'll see ya later Mary,” Shelby said as the young woman walked inside with her arms full. She turned and kicked up some pebbles, “Up most of lastnight and still nit fuckimg tired.” 

She went for the diner but stopped as a young woman with a scowl flipped the sign around to closed, Shelby raised her arms and let them fall against her hips, “What the fuck? Must be the little bitch Waylon was talking about.” She turned to look at Brandy's place, but there were no lights on, she had hoped there was so she could find out if Brandy had followed any of her advice. Shaking her head, she slowly walked towards the church and sat on a cinder block in the shadows and leaned her head back against the wall. Her chest rose and then relaxed, “What a fucking couple of days.” She closed her eyes for a moment reflecting on the list of events she had been through since returning to town. Her eyes opened as she heard a door shut from a little bit of distance. She narrowed her eyes to see Mary all geared up and leaving. She watched her until she lost sight of her, then got up and followed Mary. 

[I]She's small and young, kinda like Brandy. Wonder if she can handle herself or not, fuck it, can't sleep anyways,[/i] Shelby rationalized in her mind as she tracked Mary from a distance. She gulped when she watched Mary strip down and walk into the black water, [i]Are you fucking kidding me?[/i]

Apparently Mary was desperate to go unnoticed past Waylon and a blonde woman sitting on a car. Which, in turn, raised Shelby's suspicion, she followed suit, pulling her hair up and stripping down. The water was cold, bringing goosebumps all over her body as her feet sunk slightly into the slimy bottom. The water felt...different, almost to the point of nausea. Shelby was baffled when she saw Mary with a dead body, taking into the old witchcraft museum. She brushed as much water off of herself as she could with bare hands before getting back into her clothes. They clung to her damp body, making her tug them to where they needed to be. She looked then ran across to the museum, slowly she opened the heavy wooden door, that was in surprisingly nice shape. 

As Shelby was about to round a corner she froze, peeking around the corner to see Mary, nude with a dead body and some odd items such as a mason jar with her. Silently she watched, she couldn't help it as a small gasp escaped her when the dead man came back to life after Mary chanted some strange words she had never heard before. Shelby took a step back, unable to really make out what Mary and the man were talking about. Her head was spinning, what had she just witnessed? How was Mary able to do that? Witchcraft? A potion maybe? Shelby just could not wrap her head around what she was seeing. Rubbing her eyes and pinching herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming, Shelby resumed watching, what could only be described as disturbing. Mary, her skin glistening from sweat after the man had moaned in great pleasure, stood back up. Words were exchanged between the two and Mary chanted the strange words again. Though Shelby had no idea of the meaning, she recognized a couple enough to know Mary had reversed them. 

“Fuck me,” Shelby clasped her hand over her mouth as she watched the man disintegrate into a pile of ashes in the floor while Mary showed no emotion. Shelby stepped back, wishing she had just returned home, but also curious about what Mary had done. Just as she was about to lose sight from retreating.

"You can come out now, Shelby", Mary said as casually as if she were ordering dinner, screwing the lid down securely and patting the lit for emphasis, "I know you've been watching."

Shelby quickly ducked behind the corner, taking a couple rapid deep breaths and untying her hair. [I]FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!![/i] She cleared her throat, straightened herself upright and stepped around the corner flipping her hair back over her shoulders trying to act like her normal self, “That was… [i]interesting [/i],” her voice was still riddled with nervousness, she placed her hands in her hips and tried to keep her cocky facade, “So...you mind telling what the fuck just happened here?” Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, she just wanted to run away, but she had an image to uphold, though she wasn't doing a very good job about hiding it, at all.