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Hallow Eve's Twisted Tale (PoPs)
Chapter One



In the night it just lurked around, consuming none. It was just October, the most haunted month of the year, according to the legends. Well, in this case, those legends were true. My name is Crow, and right now it’s the middle of the night and I am doing guard duty against the Purple Mist Society or what I like to personally call it, “PMS.” The Purple mist only was it’s strongest during Hallow Eve or to now every average American in an urban neighborhood “Halloween.” The time when you are passing out candy, I have to go and make sure no ghost eat your children into a darkness that no human should go. It is a very scaring event. In fact, that’s how I started, but I won’t talk about that. I try to avoid talking about how I became Crow.

My real name on my birth certificate is Jessica Angela Watson. What an odd name right? My mother is a crazy model and my father is a metro man with a fashion designer sense. A lot of people think he’s gay, not true. He’s just very sensible in the matters of women. He thinks I should have inherited that since I got my mom’s jeans (both in the sense of genetics and the sense of height). I’m about six feet tall, a skinny little stick and I have black hair that if I hadn’t “that” experience, would have had bright auburn hair and green eyes. I’m still beautiful to my mother but I have ebony hair and grey eyes now. My mother doesn’t understand it yet so I explain almost none of it and my dad doesn’t believe in magic, period. I was born (according to my certificate) on October 21, 1989. So I’m eighteen, but since I was born in October I’m just a senior in high school this year.

According to “Protectors of People Society” or what I call “P.o.P.S.” I am the youngest member ever in this generation and ever since three centuries back. As the “Shadow” holder I am also the leader of the organization, which makes me the youngest leader and magic protector.


(Oh don’t mind if I stop for a second. I just have to deal with some punk who thinks it’s funny to try and pick a fight with me.)


The alleyway was a dark one; there was no one in the street except for all the drunken punks. They clapped their fists to blank palms. They laughed. Jessica looked at them and said, “Hey boys, if you wanted to get in a fight you should wear a sign that reads, ‘Kick my butt now please.’ Because that’s what’s going to happen.”

One of them snapped their fingers and well, she snapped hers and suddenly while the goons could jump on Jessica, she had disappeared. Suddenly behind them and had a pole and a whole new costume on. It was a cloak like something that you would see in a teenage wizard drama, her hair was up in a dark barrette with Crow feathers sticking out. A tiny human skull that looked authentic was clipped to one ear and hung making clicking noises as she banged the heads of some sycophants.
Her fighting style was evasive and edgy; it kept the leader on his toes. In the end, he was scared of his wits when all his little cohorts were down. He looked at her like he was going to run off. The girl then shouted, “Ordinatio!” A giant book fell from the sky and landed on the boy’s head. She picked up her book and wiped it up, she fixed her glasses and kissed her book.

“Are you okay little friend?”

Her cell phone rang. The cell phone that only P.o.P.S. members had a hold of. She flipped it open and exclaimed, “Crow speaking, what can I do for you Hermes?”

A girl’s voice was on the other line, it sounded light and airy, but it had its hint of masculinity in it, “You okay? Lumiere, said he sense a bit of darkness magic going on.”

“I’m fine Hermes. Tell Lumiere it was nothing big just some of your average drunk punks when you’re walking around. We don’t do anything until two weeks from now anyway! Why is he so bothered?”

“You know that anyone of the opposite element will feel it.”

“We already discussed that they are balanced, there is no opposite. Just like the opposite of wind is earth. It is not an opposite it is a balance.”

“Now we are arguing about elements! Let’s stop this already.”

“Goodbye Hermes.”

Jessica hung up the phone.



She is such a jerk! She never reads the manual I gave her and never listens to anything. Any idea is in-n-out her brain in a single second. Her ditzy, blonde ridiculous ways are annoying. Even her magic skill, the least competent in the group. I always have had to save her from Sparky’s attacks… Sparky…



She walked into the shadows and appeared back in her room. She looked at a picture of six people, three boys and three girls. She covered one boy’s face with her thumb, sighed and went to bed. The costume was gone and she was in her street clothes and falling asleep fast into another dilemma and another dream to wish it all away.