Minnie was totally covered in blood as she approached Athena.
This was a really unfriendly sight to see, especially because Minnie did not look remotely human any more.
However, Athena had battled with her own share of death, again and again.
Aside from the initial surprise, She knew that these Witches were actually humans at their core; she was not scared of them.
She lived most of her life killing and had seen the ugliest parts of life.
Such a situation was not at all threatening for her.
Minnie sensed this. She grabbed Athena by the hair and leaned into her.
"You know Baddieness was not all that beautiful. She had a genetic skin disease. But in the old world, she used to want to be a model. But they wouldn't accept her. The other girls made fun of her and bullied her, and then one night they poured a bag of salt on her. It threatened her life. When I found her, she was almost dead. But I gave her hope. As a witch, she could become anything she wanted to."
As she talked, Athena could hear the subtle cracking in her voice.
An obvious indication of her pain.
Slowly, the other Witches gather around.
Each one of them carried a different expression. Some of longing, others of sadness.
Athena looked around a bit. She could see it.
These people were mourning, but it was very ironic how they did it, killing and burning an entire Town to the ground like it was nothing.
"Baddieness went back and slaughtered all the girls after that." Minnie chuckled a little.
"And Loren, she used to snuggle close to me to sleep because of nightmares. She had managed to survive a planned car accident that killed her entire family. I would hold her and tell her how she would one day become a nightmare herself. And oh! She did. A pretty cute nightmare."
As Minnie reminisced about the past, some of the others even began to shed tears.
Minnie suddenly turned once more to Athena, her expression suddenly becoming Stern.
"Do you know why you are still alive?"
That question was obviously rhetorical, but Athena answered anyway.
"Because I am pretty?"
*Slap!*
An impressive slap labeled itself on her face, leaving behind a palm and bloody claw print.
Athena coughed to the side, and a tooth fell out.
"You know, you should be grateful to me! If I had not removed the negative Magic from your body, you would not be cheeky right now."
"Did I say I was not grateful?"
"Then Fucking prove it!" She lifted Athena by the hair up into the air, her feet dangling in a vain attempt to touch the ground.
"I have just lost two sisters. I am not in the mood for jokes. Where is Lenny Tales? Or I swear, I'll spread your legs and FUCK you with my CLAWS!"
Subconsciously, Athena's eyes looked at Minnie's bloodstained claws; they were anything but pretty.
"Okay! But I think you are going about this all wrong. Chasing Lenny will not work. If You continue like this, we will just chase after his shadow, and clearly, he is capable of taking on your sisters."
Even as she said those words, it greatly surprised her.
After all, she had a rough estimate of Lenny's strength in her head.
It had only been a few days, and he had grown stronger again.
What Athena did not know was that she truly had no clue as to Lenny's true strength or capabilities.
In fact, what she saw was not nearly what he was capable of doing.
Nevertheless, she was right.
But Minnie was currently too pissed off by her loss to listen.
"Find him!"
She let Athena go.
Athena fell to the ground.
She looked around her, at the bloody look of all the Witches as they looked at her like a pride of lions looking at a baby koala.
Slowly, she touched the ground as she used her abilities again.
However, Goodness suddenly stepped forward.
"There is no need for that this time around. I know where they went."
Everyone turned to her.
Scarface stayed in the back seat with his daughter while Lenny drove and Father Black stayed beside him.
Even Father Black had to admit that he was surprised that a Half-born could drive, and so good too.
It was common knowledge that there were no Half-borns until after the apocalypse, and by that time, there was no longer freedom in the outside world.
In fact, most, if not all, vehicles had been rendered useless.
"Where did you learn how to drive?" Father Black asked.
"Self-taught, Lenny answered without looking at the man."
Father Black nodded. He could tell that Lenny was not going to tell him.
He brought out his pack of cigarettes and popped one out.
As he lit it, Lenny's attention was quickly drawn to it.
"Is that real tobacco?"
"Huh!? Is there a fake?" Father Black asked back.
He did not know that Lenny was asking because of his experience back at the Arena.
Back there, they used a mixture of dry shit and blood as tobacco and wrapped the cigarettes in human skin.
"You want one?" He asked Lenny.
Lenny nodded, and he put one in his mouth. Lenny lit its butt with a finger using a white flame.
With deep breaths in and out, he enjoyed the long-lost feel of tobacco in his lungs.
As he did, he coughed a bit.
This was a different body from his last, but that did not stop him from continuing.
A bit more, and he was already used to it.
"Good stuff!" He complimented, and both men nodded in acknowledgment.
By now, they had driven out of the tunnels and into the open land.
It was already night.
As they moved, they could see the dry, cold desert.
There were no glass windows, allowing the breeze to sip into the car as it desired.
Scarface hugged his daughter tight to keep her warm.
In no time, it was beginning to look like a peaceful trip.
At least it did look like a peaceful trip until the beasts of the land arrived...
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