W.I.T.C.H. Porn Story: Halinors Dark Side Chapter 5

W.I.T.C.H. Porn Story: Halinors Dark Side Chapter 5

A/N: In the chapter, it was said that many people died. It is true, for Halinor and King Sullien(an original enemy that I made) combined their own powers, which is enough to kill a huge number of people.

The reason for Halinor’s rare, evil personality will be explained fluently after several chapters.

Chapter 4:

Betrayal for Answers.

It was another dark, cold night in the town of Heatherfield. Yan Lin is currently doing a short essay, but this slipped unheeded to the floor as she opened her window, somehow creaking in the process. She went back to her study table and decided to continue working with her assignment. The short-haired teenager sighed as she picked up the paper that fell. Afterwards, she sat down on a chair that was near her desk, then adjusted herself until she had a proper distance with it. She grabbed her pen and wrote the words she wanted to be on the blank composition. Yan Lins hand did a loose job on this, so the effortlessness resulted a bad handwriting. She grunted with disgust, crumpled the paper, then threw it at her trash bin. Even the teachers in Sheffield Institute are so torturous these days. High school is probably not the kind of lifestyle she desires to have. However, she is not a type of person who surrenders. . . anyway.

Suddenly, a bell chimed somewhere in the dining area. Yan Lin has no choice but to check out the person who went inside this restaurant. Silver Dragon is currently closed; so at this time, there is no way a stranger should enter at his or her convenience. But maybe something is wrong right now. Yan Lin instantaneously hasted her feet and legs just to go downstairs, leading herself to the dining area. She caught sight of a man wearing a plain white coat. Without having a second thought, she just scanned her eyes around to see if her grandma is alright. Yan Lin gulped as she found out that the old woman is nowhere to be seen. Before she switched to another direction, she was confronted with a clear photo. It was an image of a blond girl with a pair of cheerful-looking eyes. People who have already made this person their acquaintance will immediately know who she is. The man, who actually held the picture, stared at Yan Lin through black sunglasses.

He looks rather persistent enough for her eyes. Having a stubborn personality can also be an essential trait for a cranky personage. She publicly mentioned to her friends about her hatred towards grouchy people.

Thus, it is a strong kind of spite.

Do you know who this lady is? the man asked.

Yan Lins daze was unpleasantly interrupted.

H-Has she d-done s-something wrong? she stammered, finally wondering why he was looking for this blond girl – and it was no other than Halinor.

There was a long moment of silence.

Yan Lin did not bother to say anything, too. She has been considerably polite to strangers all the time, but even her timid expression has no apparent effect to the man.

She did not do something foolish. . . she is just missing, he finally responded.

Quiet seconds passed by once again. Afterwards, she found out that he looked quite desperate.

I do not know who she is, she lied, her head slightly lowered.

He was speechless, with complete disappointment prominent upon his face.

So I see. I apologize for the unexpected intrusion a while ago, he said, then exited from the house. Yan Lin was left alone – spectacularly perplexed. But where is her grandmother now?

It was still eight o clock in the morning.

Nerissa ran through different blocks of the town. Her speed was rather fast, but still a little slow in some aspects. People whom she collided with began to cast a scathing glare at her. She did not heed their presence nor did she even apologize, for her tender point might be discovered; and it is a very despicable case for her. She grunted as a man bumped unto her, too. He stomped off hastily, then he growled to himself until he was out of earshot. Her temper recovered after that moment was over. A number of seconds were not spared for her to fight back at this time. She made a resentful toss of her ebony head, grievously disturbed in mind. Nerissa has to go to the police station, because she heard that something caused quite a stir inside the place. She knew that interfering in the situation may be a bad fault, but doing something like this can obtain answers. What could have happened, anyway?

Police Station.

She tried not to develop the big commotion bustling around. The atmosphere is currently full of complaints and it is giving her a severe headache. Nerissa decided not to pay special attention to the mob this time. She peered through the small gaps, in which the people made between one another, trying to find a policeman. It became evident that the crowd is sharing the same reason for being angry. One of them bellowed about how his sister risked drops of blood; just to protect him from the mysterious murderer. The people also raised their fists into the air. It was another promotion of troubling the policemen. Their services were rather unbecoming these days. After so many weeks, the culprit was not even retrieved yet. This recruited more anger in the townspeople of Heatherfield. However, Nerissa merely took this case into consideration. She dashed for the policeman who was trying to lessen the uproar.

Excuse me, sir, but why are they yelling in here? Nerissa asked softly, even though the station is currently loud with warring voices.

It is all because of this girl! he answered, directing his index finger towards the wall.

Nerissa glanced at it, then immediately saw a posted picture of Halinor. She gasped, her eyebrows furrowing with astonishment.

What has she done? she pressed, her voice slightly higher than usual.

Tch! She has done a lot of things! She killed thousands of people! he snapped.

Her eyes enlarged from their main sizes, then her fingers twitched. Even the information kindled panic within herself. She growled as she turned to leave. It did not take long for her to squeeze her way out of the crowd. Besides, she has a score to settle with her friend.

Nerissas hands curled into fists, walking over to the blond girls apartment.

Halinor, its me, she said as she knocked at the door. A woman, who was undoubtedly Mrs. Durano, opened it, then advanced to the threshold. She gripped the knob with one hand. She was acting like she will close the door when something unnecessary will transpire.

I came to see. . . your daughter, Nerissa stated.

My apologies, but no such person exists in this house of mine, she replied with confusion.

No way! She is Nerissa began to insist.

. . . a person whom I do not know, Mrs. Durano interrupted.

Nerissa quivered in fear. Hopefully, her friends did not forget about Halinor, too. If they did, then this might be a complete downfall for the world.

You must be tired. Why dont you come in and stay for a while? Mrs. Durano invited. Nerissa nodded, then she entered inside the house. She went up the stairs afterwards, checking if Halinors room existed.

Nothing.

She merely saw a tag posted upon a narrow door. The words were imprinted backwards. . . or were they?

mooR sronilaH, Nerissa read.

She began to study the strange label and found out that it was supposed to be read as: Halinors Room. She gulped, then busted the door open. The room was not so messed up. However, she knew that there are traces of mystery here.

Nerissa tested the drawer that was beside the bed.

It was not locked.

She pulled it open. . . then she nearly screamed.

Inside it was a knife and big splats of blood.

Why are you so surprised, Rissa? a familiar voice asked sinisterly. She stole a glance to her right and saw Mrs. Durano standing so stiffly.

Thats not her.

Youre Halinor! Nerissa concluded out loud.

Give me the Heart of Kandrakar or I will burn this world into ashes! Halinor commanded sharply.

Why are you doing this? Who told you to do something so absurd? Nerissa interrogated.

Question after question. . . you are annoying me, Halinor said.

She extended her arms in front, then she opened her palms. What came out into view was a bright ball of green fire. Nerissa had never seen a flame with that color, except in the movies. She shook her head, then raised the Heart of Kandrakar.

Err. . . Guardian, unite! she yelled out. The jewel glowered in response, casting off rays of light towards Nerissa. The transformation did not waste a long length of time. Halinor was not even in her Guardian outfit, for she just looked dangerous enough. Her eyes have dark shades of indigo and her lips were black. Her hair, which is usually blond, have an unpleasant hue of brown. One might think that she is not Halinor Durano at all. Nerissa approximately thought of that as well. This was not the moment to observe, anyway. She has to fight – without letting her friend die. Nevertheless, it seems to be impossible in her case.

Die, Keeper of the Heart! Halinor cursed, attacking her comrade with the flame she made earlier. Nerissas reflexes activated, then threw a bolt of lightning at the charging fire. Her power and the blaze collided, causing an irresistible explosion in the room. Halinor shrieked as her rear slammed against the floor. Nerissa couldnt help but scream, for she was harmed in a similar way.

I demand for the Heart of Kandrakar, Nerissa! Halinor persisted.

For what? the black-haired girl vociferated.

I have no right to tell you, unless I am told to do so — by King Sullien, Halinor said.

Both of them altered attacks at each other, making things uncertain if one of them will win or not.

That evil dude again! Why cant he just leave us alone and attend tea parties or something? Nerissa replied with exasperation.

Dont you dare smite my master with such words, Guardian! Halinor dreadfully lashed out.

You are acting ridiculous. Wake up already, Nerissa told the blond-head. Halinor did not comply, for she was insanely eager to kill her friend at this very moment. She leaped up high into the air, aiming at Nerissa with her most powerful attack(still kinda weak, though). Halinor started to give off a battle cry, but this dramatically sounded off when she felt a bracelet began to wreath around her wrist. She abruptly fell to the floor without any word. Her eyes were closed, but she was still breathing.

Nerissa sighed, then removed the bracelet. It was Walkers birthday present to Halinor last year.

The Holy Rosary.

Sheffield Institute, ten o clock in the morning.

The bell rang, marking the beginning of recess. Sum up the students excitement because of temporary freedom from classes. The school bell is surely a great gain for them. Most of the time, they fall prey to teachers who demand for answers to the queries. If the pupil wont respond, consequences happen. That is why the clocks and the bell are relied on. However, not all things are enthusiastic as it seems.

Ms. Odesa decided to visit Principal Bardolph in his office. He was somehow busy piling up some papers in order and he does not want to be distracted – when he is currently doing something relevant. Odesa and Bardolph never entertained warm feelings of friendship with each other. In fact, they are even enemies to the point that they want to have a wrestle in a boxing ring. The two of them often spend a portion of their time hating and hating. But the female teacher, Miss Odesa, does not want to engage in quarrels or fights, not even the principal. Besides, their responsibilities in Sheffield Institute were too overpowering for them to carry on a dispute. Thus, no one can actually change the circumstances. There are more people out there who have worse relationships than Bardolph and Odesa. To most Heatherfield descendants, this is not a universal business to solve, for all of them have their own tasks to be done.

There were certain questions in her head. She could not answer them without sufficient data from the principalor at least, she thinks so.

Excuse me, may I come in? Ms. Odesa asked.

No problem for me, Principal Bardolphs voice muffled through the door.

She went inside without any further questions.

Well, it is the lady who always have the guts in showing herself to me. What do you want? he inquired.

That girl. . . Halinor Durano, will have to be sentenced to death when the police sees her again, Ms. Odesa clarified.

So? Do you think I am affected? Principal Bardolph mocked.

She is no ordinary murderer, Bardolph! Ms. Odesa snapped. The death rate in Heatherfield is increasing everyday. I am not less surprised by this. You are even too soft about grading the students conduct this time, because most of them died. If the rest of them suffer the same fate in one single blink of our eyes, then what are you going to do?

You are reading too much fiction books. That will never happen. My grandson, who is a policeman, will surely retrieve Miss Durano soon, he reassured.

And if he cannot, then it is the end, she prejudged.

If you have nothing more else to say, just get out, he said.

The center of your life are only food, donuts. . . you do not heed our suggestions. . . and so on, she added.

Get out, he commanded, more persistently this time.

While you should obtain ugly wrinkles from your frowns, Ms. Odesa said, then she went out of the office.

This was the first short argument Bardolph and Odesa have ever made.

Caroline Street, four o clock in the afternoon.

Somewhere in the popular areas of Heatherfield, another well-known restaurant is densely inhabited with customers. Edward and his father proudly works in here – and after some time, they unintentionally made this place useful to everyone. Walker, Kevin, Brian, and Billy helps out, too. Brian received the assigned task to clean the tables, Kevin mops the floor, Billy assists Edward in cooking, while Walker washes the dishes. Edwards father does all the managing of the restaurant. However, things were going way too smoothly today. The five friends were engrossed in their jobs. Minus one, that would be four. Walker was talking to a woman, who was formally sitting down. He held up her hand, then his face bowed down to kiss it. Edward was so startled at the scene that he called out Walkers name. Billy prevented it from happening by covering Edwards mouth. His voice was feeble and very muffled, that not even a distant person can hear him.

Cant you just quit flirting with the female customers? he finally spoke up as he approached Walker, then he apologized to the woman.

You said you wouldnt mind me doing that! Walker reminded.

Uh. . . well. . . you took this to the extreme. I mean, come on, kissing a woman you just met? Give it a break, Edward said.

He was probably practicing this kind of stuff for Halinor, Brian joined in.

Thats what I thought, Kevin said. He suddenly burst out laughing. He covered his mouth after the initial peal of laughter, but he had to clutch at his stomach because that didnt quite stop it.

Kevin, you even say be careful to Kadma when she leaves from school. It is not something you usually do, Walker said, trying to change the topic.

She is still not my type, though, Kevin pointed out, a calm mood sheltering him to avoid any embarrassment.

There is nothing wrong about that. Besides, you look really serious and defensive when she is around, Walker jested.

That is besides the point. She already likes somebody else. Billy could not resist saying that.

Kevin was devastated when he saw Walker ignoring them. He just went closer to a bunch of girls at his age.

Are you ladies free? Which school do you girls study? he interrogated.

Hey! You are just troubling them! Edward dragged Walker to the area wherein they previously stood.

For certain, you are not the person whom Kadma has a crush on, Kevin offended, shaking his head.

At least I do not flirt. Me, Billy, Kevin, and Brian had been thinking if you truly have the hots for Halinor or not, Edward informed.

I am popular amongst women. Maybe dimwit guys like you just couldnt understand that, Walker told them.

What?! Edward, Kevin, Brian, and Billy cried out all together.

You all heard me. Walker kept his cool.

. . .

Meanwhile, Cassidy could feel her voice lodge tight in her throat. Ever since Nerissa informed about the incident in Halinors house, she was speechless all along. Her understanding of the current situation is simply incomplete. The most unanswered question she always wanted to ask was about Halinors behavior that agitated the minds of the people. Once again, the Guardians are hefted by another responsibility that seems stressful for their weak teamwork. Back when they were still fifteen(exclude Cassidy, because she was in the age of fourteen), they received a sign that they need to protect the universe at all costs. The girls decided to transcend their courage and strength, but there was only a very slight improvement. Faith are also one of the things that is expected from them. Nerissa tried to change her super-silent persona to fit in the molds of a leader. Even so, being a heroine at heart is the way of being a Guardian its nature, its core.

Objectively treading towards another street, the group did not plan to implement a useless chatter. They passed by the Eagle Wings restaurant and heard an argument inside. Nerissa and the others slowly took a glance at the place.

Whats with that stupid attitude? Walker constantly brought the misleading conversation back and forth, defending himself from several teases he got from his friends.

Thats because you are so stubborn and always talk about beautiful women in your spare time! Brian got irritated as his face suddenly grew serious, but he was so frustrated to even halt his expression.

Hearing those words, sweat drops prevailed from the Guardians heads. As far as they were concerned, the statement Brian just said were true; more than a fact, actually. Walker cares about the nature of his habit and performs it in any moment he desires. This blond guy is not new to the petty accusations of insecure girls, those that dismiss him for merely being a pervert.

A respectful knock was heard from the unlocked door.

Uh. . . the restaurant is not closed yet, said Edward.

Kadma went inside before Nerissa, Cassidy, and Yan Lin followed suit behind her. The argument between the boys stopped, somehow.

Oh, hey there, ladies. Walker grinned impishly at the girls.

Woah, woah, do not even think about it, Walk. Billy backtracked a little, who nearly stated the obvious.

The mood in here just got dimmer.

We want to have a small talk with Walker for a while, Nerissa spoke in rich, low tones. Walker nodded, then went outside. His friends decided not to eavesdrop, for they always want to respect each anothers privacy.

We have to tell you something, Yan Lin spoke. Her voice was courteous, yet apologetic, but despair bubbled underneath that serious deference. Kadma could feel a plumb furrow in the middle of her forehead, thinking that she will have another tense headache.

Halinor wants us to give this back to you. Nerissa hesitantly held up her hand. Walker saw the Holy Rosary on her palm.

Why? It was

We know already, but. . . I really, really hate saying this to anybody – especially you. Nerissa fisted her hands.

The government will sentence Halinor to death — if ever she will be captured, Cassidy blurted out.

Cassidy! Yan Lin whispered angrily, while Kadma became flustered.

What has she done to deserve something like that? Walker asked, an uncomfortable sensation possessing him.

That is not what I meant! Besides, what Cassidy said was a joke, Nerissa reasoned.

Thats a lie. I just read todays newspaper that the murderer will be sentenced to death if she will be seen by the police again. It has a deep connection of what Cassidy just said.

For the first time, Walker also felt a little panicked and upset. Nerissa, Kadma, and Yan Lin just glared at Cassidy, for she seems to be the reason on why they were already caught off-guard.

But still. . . Angel does not do something so brutal, right? Walker lowered his head as he contemplated on the situation.

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