As the car sped up to uncomfortable speeds, Sidney leaned over slightly, studying the woman, her ashen gray skin draped loosely over impossibly angular bones, black hair hanging in tightly wound ringlets, framing her dead, sinister face.

“What are you? Why am I here?”

“In time.”

“Please, I’m scared.”

The witch smiled, turning her head slightly to the side, adjusting herself in the seat to get a better look at her prey.

“I’m a witch. Although, it doesn’t really have any bearing on your situation as it stands. We’ve been well paid to collect you and bring you to our client.”

“Your client? Who would want me. I’m just a twelve year old girl that listens to Justin Beiber and ignores her parents,” said Sidney.

The deep, throaty chuckle from the witch was entirely out of place given the circumstances, thought Sidney.

“You’re far more than a simple twelve year old, Sidney. Let’s just say your mental abilities, as raw as they are, may become exceedingly important in the coming wars,” said the witch, smiling.