REHABILITATION

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Somewhere off campus

It was a deep dark black on a starless night. Trees twisted around a clearing in the woods, making way for a simple stone slab and five women cloaked, and dangerous, who’d gathered around that slab to talk and pray.

“North, east, south, and west, surround the center like a nest. For concerns about the sacrifice, we face the center for advice.” Four of the robed women chanted, from their positions around the slab. The fifth stood atop her slab, soaking up the chant. Then she spread her arms and silenced the group.

“Sisters West, and South. It is not yet the new moon, why have you summoned us here?”

“It’s about the male.” One of the cloaked women said, looking up at the central woman. “He knows Marcy and Me are the ones who dragged him here. He’s been chasing us around, and threatening to go to the police.”

The southern witch nodded her head. “He’s been harassing us for information, and other humiliating deeds. He’s a threat to our order, and we need to deal with him.”

The other two robed figures mumbled concerns from their northern and eastern posts. The central figure however, put her hands on her hips and laughed. Red tendrils of hair spilling out from the mouth of her hood. “He will not go to the police. He’s a vessel of the dark lord now, he seeks to destroy authority, not run to it.”

The two women nodded though they were obviously unsure about this statement. “Of course, Sister Center. Still, he knows we are guilty, and will not leave us alone. What are we to do?”

“Protect him, and see that he comes to no harm. He’s too important to lose now. He must continue to blacken his soul with hideous deeds, and if you are his victims then we thank you for the burden you bare. Above all you must not reveal the nature of the order. If you can unleash him upon more innocents to get him off the trail, do so.”

The two nodded. “Of course Sister Center.”

Sister West nodded again. “I know exactly who we can send him after too.”

“Excellent, then you have your mission before you.” Sister Center spun, dramatically to the other corner of the earth where the other two sat. “As for you two, how progresses the female?”

“Her soul grows more desiccated by the day, Sister Center. She’s come to accept The Gift of The Dark Lord, and uses it foolishly and recklessly.”

“Excellent. True freedom. Then leave her be until she is needed. Excellent work.”

From the south, a robed woman spoke up meekly. “One more thing… Sister Center.”

Without turning the Red Headed figure spoke. “What is it Sister South?”

“The Sacrifice, knows about… The Sacrifice. Their Sacrifice.”

“Now that is a screw up.” Sister Center hissed, angry and cold. “We can not stumble now that we’re here at the end. Another spell must be performed. The two must not meet before the new moon.” She beckoned them to stand, with a single smooth action her robe fell from her body, revealing perfectly pale flesh. The other four followed suit, discarding the trappings of human civilization and standing naked and pure before their sisters.

Slowly they started chanting in some filthy and hissing language, their hands slow running over their bodies. Their tongues slowly licking tender flesh, prickled with goose bumps. They descended upon one another, as they began to cast their awful rite.