An Old Hag Indeed!! you N-E-E-D NEEDD HELPP, GRANDMA!!!!! [PART ONE]

"Sweetheart, you will die, and I will be the one to execute you from the exterior, hehe," she chuckled.

"What is wrong with you? You are not alright. What do you mean by *from the exterior*?"

"Hmmm hmm hmm hmm."

"If you want to keep me tied up and behave psychopathically, at least let me see Anon," I said.

"And why would I do that? Even if I were to show you, it would be his deceased body," she replied.

"Ha-ha-ha! If you were to bring him, it would be what? Ha-ha-ha! A witticism like you can't do anything to Anon. He can act absurd sometimes, but his willpower is big enough to beat an old hag like you, and I would have done the same if not for this damage I h... wait, where is the grimoire?" I inquired.

"You mean this piece of book?" She showed me my two grimoires.

"Give me that, and I will show you. You are less treacherous than I am with a piece of paper," I directed.

"This is not what I came here for. You have been asleep for a day, and now that you're awake, I can finally kill you," she said. I was confused in my chair, not understanding if the woman was a psychopath or just needed help.

"You wouldn't understand, girl. See, I want you lifeless. Anon is already... If I knew where you were, I wouldn't go through this stress."

"No, now I am sure you have intellectual problems and really need a helping hand or someone to put you in the grave."

"Ha-ha! You are a comical one. But should I tell you a more humorous joke?"

"Shoot," I responded.

"You have always been a good girl, and it's just Anon we wanted, but you couldn't mind your business, and YOU ARE GOING TO DIE!!! HAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! HAHA! Funny, right?" she laughed.

"My answer remains the same, Mrs. Einstein."

"Which is what, darling? Is it your bereavement?" she smiled.

"No, the fact that you N-E-E-D NEED HELP, GRANDMA!"

She stopped smiling.

"This form wouldn't stop me from still killing you, and my other self will definitely kill Anon."

"So, he is not dead? Which are you standing on?" I laughed.

"Shit," she murmured.

She strode right to me after gripping a tormenting fork from the table. She scratched it along the edge of that same table and then succeeded.

"What do you want to do with that? Do you want to feed—AHHH!" The ancient hag speared me right in my limb.

"See this clock? You are going to die in three days," she pointed at an old, rigid type of clock, but I could see it was exactly six o'clock.

"Ah. AHHH! What is wrong..." Before I could finish, all I could see was a slab of wood coming at me at full speed.

*PAA!!* I believed my head broke from the impact, but that wasn't the case. My body was uneasy, with pain crawling from my head to my toes.

My eyes became weary and dim, with blood gushing out of my head like a faucet. Things became too fast for me to capture with my eyes, and my reactions slowed. It felt like her dream came to pass, and I was dying.

"It's not yet your time to die, dear," she said.

I could barely see, but what I could make out was her dressing and cleaning up the wound.

"What... What are you doing..." Before I could finish, I fell unconscious again, but before that, I saw her leaving through the back.

Trembling in unconsciousness, I opened my eyes to see I was covered in water. I looked down at my stabbed area and saw it no longer existed. But I was sure I was really stabbed this time, and also hit on the head. I hardly felt pain from it anymore, but I was still tied up. I looked at the clock again to see it was just some minutes after nine. I started looking around, but I couldn't spot the old lady, and I assumed she wasn't there yet.

I plotted an escape in my head, using the back door she used to leave, since the trap door was locked from above. The chair was wooden; it would hurt, but I had no choice. I started rocking the chair from left to right and continued for a while until the chair was pushed enough to fall and break. It fell, it broke, and the pain was unbearable. I stood up as fast as I could, but because of my condition, "fast" was still very slow. I turned to the back to escape, only to notice the old lady was watching me and preparing to tie me up again.

I started running forward, but she caught up to me. As I turned, she raised an attack toward me with the same knife she stabbed me with, but this time I dodged and used what little strength I had to push her against the closest table. A glass bottle filled with a pinkish substance fell, releasing a tremendous stench. I was about to run when I noticed I couldn't move anymore. I looked down and saw a bit of the pinkish substance on both me and the old lady, and *SLAM!!* to the ground we fell. I could tell that both of our bodies had become numb, and we couldn't move.

It wasn't an escape for me, but since we were both down, I thought it would be okay. Or so I thought. The old lady started moving and suddenly stood up, walking toward me. I tried moving, but it was useless. She grabbed me by the hair and started dragging me across the room. The most painful part wasn't even the pain but the fact that I couldn't react to it at all.

On the way to the back, she picked up the rope she previously tied me up with. She took me to the back. "You can see, just some hours left till tomorrow, and I will put you out of your misery, but for now, I will go and wash this off."

She tied me up tightly and then grabbed that same slab of wood.

"Sweetheart, this is nine o'clock. In the morning or at night tomorrow, we will say our goodbyes."

*SLAM!!* She hit me again and again continuously until she caught a glimpse of me finally passing out. Tears rolled down my face at that point.

The next time I became conscious, it was around 1 in the morning the next day. I could finally move again, but I felt heavy in the throat.

"Maybe this is *coughs* finally my demise," I realized. Speech was now difficult for me.

"I should just wait for the old lady to come..." For a brief moment, I could swear I caught a glimpse of Anon right in front of me. And at that moment, I was also untied.