The Cross Breed Legend

By Robert A. Hunt

When Alienna’s human mother heads out in search of her a whole world of events begin to unfold. Alienna is a crossbreed; half human and half gray alien. Raised in secret by three powerful witches, Alienna also has someone she is searching for; her soul mate who perfectly matches her unusual nature. He too is a crossbreed; Berkoa, half human and half Sasquatch.

After forming an allegiance with Berkoa, both he and Alienna wed through odd circumstances. Their children, the Chupacabras, wreak havoc in the state of Brazil. Alienna is repeatedly captured to an alternate dimension by beings who intend to take over the world. This sets the stage for planet earth’s invasion. Who will become the dominant species of the globe? With so many fighting for world conquest it is not clear who will triumph in the end.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robert A. Hunt
• Release date: Apr 18, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310238130

Robert A. Hunt

Robert A. Hunt resides in British Columbia, Canada with his wife and five children. He is the author of the thirteen published titles, including the Genation series, Jasper series and Sasquatch stand alone Legend series and a fun short story. He enjoys writing adventurous tales like science fiction, fantasy and historical fiction They remain unpredictable with new perspectives and clever story twists that distinguish, Robert A. Hunt as an author.

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Author’s Note

ANCIENT TEXT tells us we are not alone in the universe. Evidence supports earth’s history as having some extraordinary and ungodly creatures upon its surface. Where did they come from? Where did they go? Will they find their way back here one day? Are they already among us?

‘The Crossbreed Legend’ is an assemblage of phenomena only discussed seriously in tight circles; Inter-dimensional portals, organic buzzing sounds connected to telepathy and telekinesis. The source of a witch’s power is revealed and the true story of the Chupacabras of Brazil is documented here like you’ve never experienced it before.

Hold onto your seat as the most dangerous witches take you on a journey full of suspense and mystery. Discover the agenda behind the activity of the grey aliens and what they want with human-kind.

Marked with Black Magic, Alienna, the half grey - half human crossbreed opens her twisted life to you.

So begins her tale…

Prologue

IF SOMEONE TELEPATHICALLY altered your thoughts, would you know it? Could you tell if someone erased a portion of your memories?

"I've been incarcerated within this underground depth, behind these cold cement walls, for far too long. If you've spent as much time trapped and alone as I have, you’d begin to thirst for more than the will to survive. During my seclusion, I’ve found a wealth of knowledge through my paranormal abilities. I’ve sharpened them amidst the use and understanding of frequency and particle acceleration.

"Frequencies are all around us all of the time; our voices, radio-waves, brain-waves, even our emotions. I was fascinated by the way frequencies affect our world. My study of the mystic arts has proven frequency to be extremely beneficial, but none of my experiments have demonstrated anything more significant than my ability to create gateways between our world and the next dimension.

"I went from being a test subject to possessing the secrets of life itself. I wanted what was ‘normal’ in this world. The things that people wanted and cared for; a home, family, friends, acceptance, but I needed more than this alone. I have an insatiable hunger for fear…

"I was six when my stepmother, Ominni, learned that I had the ability to steal her fear. It put her in a trance for about two hours and her eyes became completely black. Bomoly taught me the art of invisible strength and discipline. It was a strategy I later came to depend on for winning arguments and to gain respect from my three stepmothers.

"Recently, my three stepmothers marched down the deep corridors under Area 51 and entered D section on 10th.

"Bomoly, the dark witch and her other two conspirators were only a block away when I devised a plan that called for the simultaneous escape from the supposedly unescapable security. It included the assassinations of Project’s President Dawson, Secretary of Secret developments Ms. J. Kieler, and Vice President Doug Ratford. Having learned that the morning of Kieler’s plan to attend the NATO conference, I decided this night would provide our best opportunity.

"Later this morning they will wake me. They will have no idea that this will turn out to be the longest day of their lives.

Perhaps you wonder if I am human. I am not. If you think I am an alien, think again. I’m something in between; a crossbreed and my name is Alienna… Oh yes, and I’m also a glitch of a witch.

Chapter 1

Where’s My Daughter?

THE COLLAPSE OF CIVILIZATION began with the pen stroke of a hand written note;

"I am not crazy! I know you have Alienna! I know you have my daughter! My daughter’s unique, not only because she’s a crossbreed but because of her abilities. Her face appears in my mind even when I’m awake. I need her. Not only has Alienna contacted me, but three women, who claim to be Alienna’s new mothers, have also tried to strike up a conversation. Ever since I was taken on October, 29th 1979 and impregnated, my life has never been the same. How do you expect me to live in society like everyone else? My life is haunted with all that you did to me. I’ve kept quiet for the past sixteen years but after you’ve destroyed my life and taken away everything that’s important to me, I just don’t care anymore. I’ve found people I can talk to who’ll peel back your curtain of secrecy. They’ll expose all of you and the secrets your organization is hiding unless you come back and take me to my daughter within two weeks. You know how to find me. Do what I ask. Take me to my daughter. I have made preparations to expose you to the world if I end up missing or dead.

-Ms. Janice Murphy-

Janice became her own captive within her home. She ate very little and slept even less. Scared of her own shadow, the forty seven year old Nigerian woman; a little overweight, played a dangerous game with powerful people who were like Gods. Janice knew her chances of winning this game were not good. What did she care? Her life ended sixteen years ago.

Drifting in and out of an awake but dreaming state, Janice remembered her daughter as a baby. When she was born the doctors and nurses were repulsed. They told her, her baby was deformed, but Janice knew better. She expected her little girl to look no different. Her little star speckle was special; half alien. Because she was part grey alien, Janice named her, Alienna. Janice also knew her baby would be taken from her, one way or another. Still she tried to escape with her baby, but just as she predicted they caught up to her; overpowered her and stole her baby away.

* * *

In 1995, the men in black suits came for Janice, knocking at her door, in answer to her letter. Opening her door just a crack, she locked eyes with them.

Forcing their way in, Janice refused to resist them. She knew from experience how that only resulted in regrettable pain.

Leaving with them silently, Janice was startled out of her thoughts and extremely frightened. ‘Will they honor my wish? Will I see my daughter soon?’

Blind folded, in the backseat of an overcrowded Buick, Janice had to endure the smell of the men for six hours and they had to put up with the smell of her. It was worth it for a chance to see her daughter again… It would all be worth it…

The day was particularly hot in Nevada within the western United States. On the southern shore of Groom Lake, at a set of tall chain-link gates, the car and occupants were checked through thoroughly. After passing inspection they were allowed through. Janice’s blindfold was finally removed.

Where exactly are you men taking me? she asked.

This is Area 51, in the Nevada desert. The driver answered.

Relieved to hear this, Janice was confident her daughter was close.

Area 51 was a large flat desert expanse that stretched for miles with mountains in the distance surrounding an airport of sorts at the center. Buildings and hangars stood amongst airplane runways. There was something that felt off kilter about this place, a mystery that ran deeper than its reputation.

The car drove Janice through to the center of the airport area. There, Janice only noticed a scattered few vehicles and even fewer people. On the surface, Area 51 wasn’t much to look at. With such little activity and airplanes Janice suspected, like so many others, the secrets were kept below; underground... As they passed multiple hangars, Janice peered through the tinted windows of the backseat and saw a saucer shaped craft. It was parked like a car in someone’s garage.

The Buick pulled to a stop at a little mobile administrative office. The men in black suits directed Janice from the car to the office. One escort was on her left and the other, on her right.

Janice fell in amongst the men in black suits as they approached armed security officers who stood guard at the front door.

Entering the building, Janice, with the men behind her, approached the front desk.

Janice Murphy? the snooty secretary turned up her nose.

Yes, I’m, Janice. she answered with confidence and certainty.

You’re the author of this letter? The secretary pinched the corner of the message and held it up like it was a putrid piece of garbage.

Yes, I want to see my daughter. Please, have someone take me to her right away. Leaning forward, a persistent glare held her gaze.

Do you realize how much this letter has cost us? Looking at Janice, the secretary was met with a blank stare, Of course you don’t. Your daughter, whoever she is, is not here. As you can see, this is a simple military airport established in the early 1960’s for training purposes. We thought, by bringing you out here, we could debunk your theories of fictitious fantasy. This is not the Area 51 that’s become popularly known to retain Top Secret alien projects, so stop harassing us. We’ve had quite enough of your banter and we won’t hesitate to take legal action against you if you continue to try us. She pushed her librarian glasses all the way up the bridge of her nose.

The strong, silent men took Janice by each arm and began escorting her out. She knew this would mean another useless six hour drive home with the stuffy body odour of sweaty men, but Janice knew too much. She couldn’t give up this easily. Standing her ground and shaking off the hold the men had on her she took a couple steps back and shouted. I know why you people brought me out here! It was to keep me quiet, but I know you fear me! I can feel it! You fear me because I’m a threat to you all and I’ve shaken you right to the core of government! You fear my powers as a witch. She leaned forward and removed her glasses. You know I’m from a long blood-line of powerful witches. You fear what I might do. When I was a young girl, I displayed a power of mind to not only read people and their futures, but I could move things...

A pen on the secretary’s desk took off on its own and shot straight up in the air. The sharp point of the pen jabbed into the ceiling tile like a dart and it stuck there.

...with my mind. Janice finished her sentence.

The men in black suits took a step away from Janice and the secretary sat back down, wide eyed and surprised. Silence hung in a moment’s tension before the secretary scribbled down something on a form. Then she said, You must realize, by seeing what you’re about to see, you’re under oath to never speak of what you experience. If you do tell or even attempt to exploit such information, drastic repercussions will befall you up to and including, death.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, can I see my daughter now, please?! Janice impatiently asked again.

Just sign here as a guest to our facility, on the dotted line. the secretary told Janice holding out a pen for her.

Taking the pen, Janice scribbled her name down quickly. The secretary pushed a hidden button under the desk.

The floor of the office gently began to descend. The occupants upon the floor watched the walls of the office rise above them. The office platform lowered everyone about six stories below ground level to where one of the concrete walls contained a thick metal door.

Once the elevating platform came to a stop, a rotating blue light began to flash.

The door began to open. There, on the other side, was an extremely clean and modern waiting area, with a circular chesterfield. It was designed so people could sit on the inside or the outside of it and it was separated at the North, South, East and West so people could walk into the center easily. Everything looked sterile, white and futuristic with blue neon pin striping on everything. A few cavalier people strolled around like the place was some kind of resort hospital or hotel.

Four corridors lined with doors fanned out from the lobby.

‘This is a junction.’ Janice surmised.

Amongst the people freely sauntering through the corridors and lobby were adults and children. One small boy demonstrated an ability to levitate a red ball to an adult. The adult nodded his approval before levitating the boy with ease and a fluent hand gesture like he was a music conductor.

A blur of a boy darted past Janice with incredible speed. He was so fast she wasn’t sure if she actually saw what she thought she saw. ‘The small boy was covered with hair. Wasn’t he?’ Not thick hair like a Sasquatch, but just a little more than one would expect to be possible for a boy.

He was being chased by a blue skinned lad and they began climbing over and around the couch laughing.

A third child, a girl, sat up straight on the couch. She didn’t seem to be bothered by the boys climbing around her, when all of a sudden the boys leaped of the couch and darted away. The young Chinese girl, with long straight hair, slowly turned her head in the direction that the boys ran and that was when Janice noticed the girl’s pitch black eyes. At the sight of her a haunting, but familiar chill shivered through her.

The small Chinese girl, (who was so tiny) approached Janice. She figured the girl couldn’t have been more than two years of age. "Hi mom, I’m glad you finally made it here. If they told you, you’re here to visit, they’re lying. Once you’re in, there’s no getting out. The incredibly short girl leaned in closer to Janice and stared at her with blank eyes. Then she added, Listen, no matter what I say to you, you will always be my mother. You’re important to my thoughts. That’s why I continued to talk to you over the past several years." The little girl wandered off speaking gibberish as though no one was responsible for her.

Was that your daughter? asked one of the men in black.

No, well it was, sort of. My daughter was speaking to me through her. Once she did the same thing through a stray cat. Its eyes went pure black, then the cat spoke but the words were Alienna’s. That little girl was too average looking to be my daughter.

"You call her average?"

I haven’t seen my Alienna for fifteen years but we’ve kept in contact through our minds. She needs me. As she finished her sentence, a hugely built man walk by in a black muscle shirt and tan cargo plants, but that wasn’t nearly as strange as the little fellow he was walking with.

What seemed to be, at first glance, a young boy with a large head, was in fact a grey alien being. The skin of the creature was greyish blue in colour. Also it was smooth and glistening like the skin of a shark. A pair of large spectacles were perched high upon the grey’s forehead which was likely the only thing to set it apart from others of its kind. It wore a white lab coat like he was employed scientist of some sort in service of Area 51.

When Janice’s eyes met the black menacing eyes of the grey, visions of her own personal abduction flashed through her thoughts like she was unwillingly reliving the horrific nightmare all over again.

Janice noticed the secretary motioning the muscled man over to her.

The big man checked his watch and as he stepped closer, Janice noticed the bulky technical watch was capable of doing much more than merely keep track of the time of day. With a built in intercom, he keyed his watch connecting to a dispatch.

Speaking to the grey alien, the secretary said, Doctor Nuclonex, let me introduce you to...

Janice. the little grey alien spoke with a resonating voice which was like his nose was pinched. So, you’re here to see, Black Betty?

The strong man gasped. Black Betty?! he repeated in disbelief with his deep chested and loud voice. The strong man’s deep voice was in complete contrast to doctor Nuclonex’s pinched nose vocals.

Janice held back a chuckle; fearing the consequences. "Oh, no my daughter’s name is, Alienna, not Black Betty." she corrected. Janice wanted to be sure her daughter wasn’t being confused with someone else.

In here, we call your daughter, Black Betty! boomed the voice of the strong man. Like the song.

Come with Orion and I, but don’t be surprised if your daughter appears to you completely different from how you remember her. answered Dr. Nuclonex. He extended his hand expecting her to take it.

With hesitation, Janice took hold of the small, thin, long fingered hand of the short inhuman fellow. The short alien grey led Janice down one of the long corridors, hand in hand.

The way Dr. Nuclonex now looked at Janice, with such persuasive eyes, he could have asked anything of her and she would’ve given it to him. Wondering if the grey alien could read her mind, and perhaps control it, Janice smiled awkwardly and nodded as Dr. Nuclonex explained what the facility was all about.

Here, we develop techniques to enhance man/machine communications for the world. We also engineer Nano-technologies and Bio-tech. I can explain what I mean with more clarity if I administer the information via thought impregnation, or what we call here; the ‘Dream Library.’ We used to call this method of communication R.H.I.C.C. which is ‘Radio-Hypnotic Intra-Cerebral Control.’

You mean, telepathy? Janice asked.

That’s correct. Dr. Nuclonex answered.

I’m familiar with this. It’s how my daughter preferred to speak to me. Janice explained.

‘Wonderful! The only way to get to this level of this organization is to sign your life over to it. Now, with your life signed over, you’ve acquired a high security clearance. You must’ve displayed something, an ability, which sets you apart from everyone else.’

I don’t care about any of this. I have no place in the world anymore and the only thing important to me now is my daughter.

Very well, Janice. This place isn’t for simple civilians. Special people live here in this bizarre network. It’s a very different kind of society.

They stopped at a railing where they gazed down through multiple levels of a deep open area. The architecture of the facility was breath taking. Escalators moved an assortment of strange people and creatures from level to level.

Five robots came up an escalator next to Janice and Nuclonex and marched past. Upon the left side of their white chest plates, these robots were labelled, ‘Luelids.’ Outfitted with double ball joints, their articulation was second to none. These robotic enforcers were one of the deadliest members of Area 51. The heads of the Luelids were pointed out at the back and three feet in length with a single blue glowing eye for a face. With white plating and black joints for its six limbs, the robots had an uncanny resemblance to insect skeletons and just as expected from robots, they moved past Janice and the others without any social acknowledgement.

Obviously, a good manner of strange things took place here, deep beneath Area 51. ‘Who from the above-ground world would suspect any of this was possible?’

In an instant, Dr. Nuclonex projected picture thoughts into Janice’s mind so she too could know an overview of the facility’s background.

She saw an organization devoted to understanding and attaining power through knowledge. From this devotion, they attained a deep understanding for the art of cloning, UFOs, telepathy, telekinesis, teleportation, dimensional portals, witchcraft, demonic possession, physics, levitation, alien contact and demon interaction.

Such activities were so controversial; they cleverly suppressed them from public knowledge by making them seem absurd and fabricated to the average person. Combining these anomalies has not only crossed forbidden lines, but at this point, there was no going back. Here, certain powerful, wealthy, and influential people of the world were free to break every moral rule in the book. And they did it in the name of science, to understand and to further their power. These were the ignorant who didn’t have the intelligence to know that such power was far greater than themselves.

The voice of Nuclonex whispered throughout Janice’s thoughts. ‘No one should attempt to handle a power of such danger. It was built on the bases of evil. It’s designed to seduce you and utterly destroy you. Nothing positive can result from exploring the depth of such evil. Through such practice, the world we know will become drastically altered. The founders of Area 51 have been experimenting for decades in the name of selfish gain. Many minds have been twisted to madness and many lives have been lost to their insatiable pursuit of power… and it’s not over yet.’

Chapter 2

Area 51

FROM THE ALIEN’S MIND came pictures of a very real evil in this place. For a moment, Janice saw the bizarre residents of Area 51 like walking corpses. Then a message hit her. A message she wasn’t supposed to know; ‘Something was eating these people; something dark, something vile. A malicious wickedness resided here, deep under Area 51.’ Janice could feel something was very wrong in the chilled air. The governing spirit of evil was somehow at work with plans to unfold unimaginable destruction across planet earth. And if it wasn’t the Devil, it was something else of equal malice.

* * *

After walking for some time, Janice realized she was being taken on a tour of her new home. She was expected to never leave, at least, not alive.

Dr. Nuclonex began to explain Alienna to Janice, Your daughter is extremely interesting. She’s a combination of a young teenage Nigerian woman, a witch, and an alien grey, like myself. he placed his long thin hand solemnly on his chest and bowed his head with pride before he continued. She’s very smart; cunning, really. Her brain works differently from humans and likewise, of course, I understand this. She recently told me of a time when she was alone in her room telepathically humming through a crude radio link which was able to broadcast through a standard AM radio channel. Black Betty was searching for a caveman’s mind. She’s obsessed with cavemen. No one understands why. From the deep reaches of her mind she saw a ghostly premonition of a figure walking across her room. She told me, There’s but a thin sheet between our dimension and the next. You see, her eyes can see interdimensionally and, if I might add, there’s something noticeably edgy about her. She feels like there’s no world for her. She’s a crossbreed; a one of a kind, wandering between two realities that rejected her. To her, she lives constantly fearful she’s at death’s door.

They came to a large contained park surrounded with doors. The doors were separate living quarters of families. The young children from these homes all had access to the central park and many of them were there playing as Janice, Dr. Nuclonex, and Orion came strolling through.

No expense was spared on the park. There were bushes and trees within sections of soil reserved between pathways of concrete. All air ducts and pipes of the ceiling were painted blue to mimic the sky of a clear day.

At the center of the park was some elaborate equipment of colourful metal bars. This supported swings, slides, bridges and tunnels for the children to play. Below this jungle gym was a field of sand, like a giant sandbox.

Janice studied the children carefully, knowing she would recognize her daughter if she saw her. Alienna was that unique. Not finding Alienna anywhere, Janice turned to the strong man and asked, "So, your name is Orion, right?"

Looking down on Janice with a serious face, the strong man arched an ethical eyebrow and answered, Yes, Orion TK6432, to be exact. His stature was immense; tall, broad shouldered and muscly. He towered over everyone else.

So, what’s your story? Why were you brought here? Do you have a mind more powerful than your body or something? Janice teased.

Dr. Nuclonex decided to answer on Orion’s behalf, Orion is perfect, or at least another step toward a perfect man, genetically that is. He’s a clone, number TK6432 as there are six thousand four hundred and thirty two identical clones before him. As you can see, he’s physically without defect. This is the result of an old genetic experiment the Germans abandoned after the war. Notice his white skin, blond hair and blue eyes. He’s a perfect human specimen.

Well, what are my people? Janice referred to her dark Nigerian skin, jet black hair and dark chocolate brown eyes.

The black eyes of the grey alien doctor just blinked for a moment as he looked at Janice. Then he attempted to change the subject. And did I mention? Orion is very intelligent.

You didn’t answer my question. Janice grew threatening feeling defensive for her people. Am I not Orion’s complete opposite?

"Like I said, he’s the result of a very old and lost idea created from limited minds. Don’t tell me this surprises you. Fortunately, things have changed and today people don’t hold to the same old prejudices. Besides, there’re far bigger problems for you to deal with now. You’re no longer counted amongst the surface dwellers of this world; you’re counted as one of us; the unique people. How long do you think the people of this world will inhabit the planet? Don’t you see? There are countless others just lying in wait to take over. Other species like your daughter. I don’t have the time to argue any of this with the likes of you and your restricted imagination. How many others from your world, so used to their daily lives, don’t have a clue of the changes happening around them? The signs are subtle. It won’t be long. Earth will be renovated and made custom fit for the new owners. You can’t stop it, but you can choose your place. Listen to me when I say, stand with us. Your views of race will only serve to distract you from the bigger picture. So I remind you, Janice there’s more important problems to reconcile. Dr. Nuclonex answered Janice as much as he could bear to. With a wave of his hand, he signaled that he didn’t want to discuss more. Turning away from her, he looked up at the numbered address of the door. It read, 602. Awe, there we are. We’re here."

Janice noticed, under the address 602 was a white sticker where someone had written, Black Betty, with a black marker.

Orion fidgeted with his keys before unlocking the dead bolt and peeking inside. The drawn sound of a long breath was heard before a long fingered hand lunged out gripping Orion by his head and pulling him into the room slamming the door behind.

Dr. Nuclonex twisted the door knob and forced his small shoulder to the door. The door sprang open as Dr. Nuclonex and Janice blundered inside. Upon entering, they found the room poorly lit with black candles standing on the counters, shelves and the kitchen table. All of the candle flames flickered because the door swung open as it did.

A strange muffled sound, like a swarm of trapped flies came from somewhere nearby. The stench of rotting flesh was livid in the room.

Janice looked to her left and found a standing lamp. Bending forward she flipped the switch on near the bulb. A soft yellow light cast the room in sepia tones.

But startling of all was the mangy black cat who sat on the floor at the center of the room for it had as scream like a woman being mauled to death.

With one hand touching his temple, Dr. Nuclonex made a quiet vocalized whispering sound from his open mouth.

Near the kitchen table, Janice could see three strange women. Their bodies were seized in the invisible grip of Dr. Nuclonex’s mind. Because of his, Janice found a whole new respect for Dr. Nuclonex. Recognizing the three women right away, they were the witches who claimed to be Alienna’s new mothers.

The middle woman was the tallest of the three. She appeared to be very old and wore a black pointed hat. With a long bony chin and an equally long nose, bent downward at the end, she was the image of child-like imagining of a witch. A small lump, perhaps a wart, sat like a bump on a log, only it was on the top left of her long sausage shaped nose. The upper part of the woman’s bent back had a large lump growing on it. This caused her to hunch forward like an old weathered tree. With large, crazy and wild eyes, the old woman looked around like a caged animal that was soon to be beaten. Within her gnarly clawed hands was Orion.

Patiently, he awaited Dr. Nuclonex’s command, but his patience was running thin.

With her long scraggly grey hair and one remaining tooth, the old crone appeared to be trying too hard to fulfill the classic iconic persona of a Halloween witch.

Dr. Nuclonex hummed so he could communicate telepathically and speak the witch’s name into Janice’s mind; ‘Bomoly Nimple.’

The black cat coiled and rubbed its shabby body against her ankles affectionately. Stop that, Screech! Get lost! She disciplined her pet cat with a sharp little kick.

To the left of the old woman was a young girl of about fifteen years of age. She was quite pretty and a total contrast next to the old witch. Dressed in punk rock Goth under a dark forest green cloak, she didn’t look any more dangerous, but she was definitely more mysterious. With black hair, thick black eye liner and black lipstick against her stark white skin, she too was seized by Dr. Nuclonex’s powerful mind. Lifting her hands to her throat where she wore a studded black leather collar, her assortment of bracelets slid down her fore-arms. She began to gasp for breath. Indicative to this communication of the mind, Dr. Nuclonex said this witch’s name; ‘Ominni Crustation.’ Then he added, ‘She isn’t really choking. She is just trying to get me to release her, but I see through her lies.’

To the right of the old witch dressed in a midnight black cloak was a third witch whose skin was reptilian green and scaled. Her sinister yellow eyes were slitted with vertical pupils. Her face was very human, like that of a strict school teacher and her dress was yellow and orange, draped under a brown cloak.

From Janice’s mind, she heard the voice of Dr. Nuclonex speak this reptilian witch’s name also; ‘Gweneth Veereth.’

When Orion was released from the clutches of the center dark witch; Bomoly, the tank of a man scurried to Dr. Nuclonex. Seeing how frightened Orion was, Janice knew these were three very dangerous witches, but none of these three witches were her daughter.

The table, just behind the three detained witches, had a crystal ball set at the center of it with four smaller crystals hanging weightlessly in the air at its four corners. The burning black candles had long melted drippings of wax accumulating down their length. Each candle was strategically placed lighting the crystals and sending beams of light out from them mystically.

Only one crystal remained, separated from the others. It lay upon the letters and numbers of a Ouija board. This crystal was slightly bluish but clear like water as though it was just as rare as it was valuable.

Ah-haaa, we’ve been expecting you, came the choked-off voice of Bomoly. With a mystical gesture, she waved her hand through the air enthusiastically. The old black crone, between the other two witches, had a darker demeanor behind her haggard appearance.

Yes, yes, expecting you, we have. added the equally hoarse voice of the brown cloaked reptilian witch, Gweneth.

Anticipating your arrival, no less. Fated, your visit t’was to be. spoke Ominni, the young dark sister witch.

Finding the main light switch, Orion flipped it on. The fluorescent lights of the ceiling flickered to life.

The three witches were released from Dr. Nuclonex’s mind-hold when they cowered at the table, covering their light sensitive eyes. It would’ve been nice if the squabbling old women had an off switch because they’re complaining had no resolve.

The suite wasn’t large. It consisted of mainly one open space where half of the living quarters was a kitchen and the other half was a family room. There were three ratty old brooms leaning against the wall at the back of the family room. Then Janice noticed one broom; out of place, it leaned against the kitchen table.

Hand drawn pictures decorated the fridge. The pictures appeared to have been drawn by a child with colourful crayons and each picture was of a caveman holding a club and dressed in skins. These pictures were signed B.B. no doubt the signature of Black Betty.

Along with such questionable witchery, the walls were decorated with stuffed dead animals, pentagrams, and other demonic symbols of their dark practices. One very large pentagram was painted in white in the middle of the living room floor.

Two of the witches moved quickly to slap their pointed, big rim hats on their heads. The large brims of their hats were like great visors to shield them from the striking light.

The black coned hats on the heads of the witches were their symbol of power. That’s why coned hats were always the hat of a witch’s choice.

When the sensitive eyes of the witches adjusted to the strong light in the room, they left the table and approached the three who entered their home. Smelling and sniffing at Janice, the witches took an interest in her specifically. They inspected Janice’s clothes closely like they were near sighted. When they took hold of her hands, Janice pulled away from them defensively.

The three witches laughed at this, but only Bomoly Nimple’s hearty cackle drowned out the others.

Everyone paused and looked at the old crone as they awkwardly waited for her to finish her boisterous display.

When Bomoly, noticed she was the center of attention, she responded with, Huh? Oh, so you find my charm more attractive than my physic? Then to bring everyone back to business, she pointed her long bony old finger at Dr. Nuclonex. "You should’ve known better than to bring her here!" Bomoly referred to Janice with an intense glare of her wide eyes.

She kind’a smells like, Black Betty. spoke Gweneth who was just barely peeking out from the bottom of her hat’s brim with sinister yellow and haunting eyes.

"I think she’s a witch. She’s been marked, haven’t you, Janice?" Ominni, the young witch, laughed. The other two laughed also in celebration of their own cleverness to have uncovered Janice’s name without an introduction.

The old witch, Bomoly, silenced the others with a wild wave of her hand. Taking an aggressive step toward Janice she pointed her bony finger at her face and examined her. Cocking her wide left eye, she searched deep into Janice’s soul. Then she said, "Wait! You, Janissss, are something more than just a witch, aren’t you?" The other witches and Dr. Nuclonex searched Janice’s mind for the solution. ‘What had Bomoly uncovered?’

Then came a barrage of questions. Why are you here?

How can you be a witch if you despise the sisterhood?

Would you join our coven? No?! Do you think you could defeat us?... Bomoly demanded to know with an imperious command, but Janice remained silent. Then the old witch hissed.

Next, the other two witches hissed contemptibly also.

We must destroy her! Bomoly added with a deathly, commanding droll in her voice.

Chapter 3

Orion

THERE WILL BE NONE OF THAT! Orion’s voice cut through the pandemonium. The bold visage of the giant man stared them all down.

Oh, the gallant voice of an Orion; perfect, right, Dr. Nuclonex? Gweneth spoke with a chilling hiss as she slunk closer to Orion. Where do you draw the line at his perfection, I wonder? A rash? A loss of an appendage? Or what about an ear lobe? Gweneth reached out with her scaled reptilian hand and rolled Orion’s ear lobe between her finger and thumb. A missing ear lobe shouldn’t make too much difference, right?

"And what typically is done to an Orion when it forms a blemish? Technically, he’d be