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"You'll ever catch me alive pigs!" Lucinda shouted as she made her get-a-way on her trusty broom Griselda, soaring through the night air, shrill witch-like laugh following behind her. Her dreadlocks blew wildly behind her as she looked behind, satisified with the fact that no-one was following her, but the sound of whirring blades caused her to look directly ahead. The sight of the helicopter took her off guard as she suddenly jerked the broom up and dashed 90 degrees toward the sky, her witch hat barely holding on until the speed of the broom started to slow down until it just hung in the air, Luce's grip the only thing latching her on. "Griselda!" She shouted as her grip started to loosen and did the one thing every witch is told not to do: Look down. Not only was the height terrifying but she was right above the spining blades of the helicopter.

At this point, the broom was basically a metal pole in the sky, which was fine if you're a skilled stripper. Luce hasn't tried stripping and had to give them at least some credit for holding on to a pole with their thighs. Her thighs were obviously the first to give way and her hands, gripped around the broomstick, were sliding down the body and barely keept her from falling. They ached and burned as her body dangled and suddenly her grip lost. "Griselda, you fucking bitch!" She shouted to her broom as she was falling headfirst, directly towards the spinning blades, and felt her stomach twist and turn. Luce knew she was gonna die, how she was gonna die, when she was gonna die, and why she was gona die: Falling onto a helicopter then chopped into pieces, 7 seconds, and because of her broom has ADD. As she was about to accept her fate, she suddely rejected the idea of death, and the ideology of resistance. She couldn't die like this; she was a witch!

Often she had forgotten but now she had an idea! She stretched out her right hand and could feel the ice collecting around her palm as she stuck it out in front of her, the spray of ice freezing the main rotor that made the blades twirl, halting their spinning. Her body managed to fell in between two blades as the plane started to fall, crashed into a building, exploded into a ball of fire just a block away from the flaming orphanage, just as she flew again. "What, now you listen to me?" Lucinda snarled to her broom as she flew on it upside down, turning her body rightside up, and heading into the woods of Terra. She had her sources of a meetig of EVIL, whether the e-mail in her inbox was reliable or not, she was going to find out. All of a sudden, the skies were darkened even more, the winds were swirling, gnarling. Lucinda merely floated atop Griselda as she witnessed the phenomenom. As the skies started to clear, she was speechless, and blinked a couple of times, reminding herself to forget the fact that this even happened. Luce peered as she spotted about three people with jet shoes, roaming around as she did, and decided to have a little fun screwing with them. Griselda sped up and the witch zipped by the group at a proximity that was far too close to comfort, cackling like an insane woman, before she actually spotted the cave, the secret base. Having to waste no more time with the peons, she took a nosedive towards the cave, pulled up her broom to keep from crashing, and extended her legs as the heels skidded and screeched against the gravol as she went to a slow halt.

Having finally gotten off her broom, she examined everyone, and wondered if she was in the right place as Griselda floated next to her. These people looked like, well, people. Save for the hulking menace that looks like it needed a rabies shot; some were merely just creepy. Taking the tied up plastic bag from the side of her corsett, next to a few flasks and water bottles, she mentally remarked how the the blood was starting to pool at the bottom, and opened up a small bag of cheetos. There was a couple of elf ears on the bottom from a guy who ran the coveniance store. Since knife ears are good for concocting various potions she just had to take them from his head -by force, then because she was hungry, took a few snacks. After eating a couple of cheetos, she decided to talk. "I'm Luce...so...is this the evil meeting?"