Caitlin walks upstairs at Julia’s house.
Caitlin walks in on Julia, a friendly Jew’s because Julia invited her to her
house. She shares it with her brother. They don’t live with parents, for they
were sent off to live together.
Caitlin gasps at what she sees, and knows to only whisper and think, not talk
or enter the room. She hides in the bathroom, looking over at what’s happening
in Julia’s room.
STEVEN: Enough, you stupid Julia! You are SO stupid!
CAITLIN: I can’t believe Steven is hurting his older sister, especially seeing
the physical difference. Julia’s so dainty, and thin, fragile, and short. And
Steven’s so strong, muscular, and tall. I’ve got to get help, but where’s a
phone? I left my bag…O, Goddess Isis, help!
ISIS: You may not see me, but feel my message.
Steven drags Julia and throws her down the stairs. He hits and throws
everything, and throws all Julia’s heirlooms and tiny things down her vent.
Then he locks the door of Julia’s room, keeping the key hidden in his room.
Caitlin runs out the door.
HIGH PRIESTESS DAPHNE MOONCHILD: Merry meet, Caitlin. How are you and are you
alright? You seem frightened. Did you see a spirit that failed to reach the
Spirit World?
CAITLIN: No, I didn’t see a spirit, High Priestess. I need you to do a
protection spell.
HPS DAPHNE: A protection spell for who, Caitlin? Who needs protection?
CAITLIN: I’m so glad I’m part of the Coven! We need a ritual…for Julia. Steven,
her brother’s harming her.
HPS DAPHNE: Who’s Julia?
CAITLIN: She is a Jew. Julia Tyson. Steven Tyson’s her younger brother, four
years younger than her. Her only brother. He’s abusing her.
HPS DAPHNE: Never mind the other Members of the Coven. We’re going to do a
Ritual. My house. Now.
They go to the HPS Daphne’s house.
HPS DAPHNE: You know what to do, right? I’m just here to assist, but you’re the
one with the strongest connection to Goddess. The element of earth, I call you.
The element of air I call you. The element of water I call you. An element of
fire I call you. The element of spirit I call you. Goddess and God, I call you!
Caitlin gets a candle representing the god and representing the Goddess. She
puts her pearl earrings to the black offering bowl. She bows at the Goddess
statue.
CAITLIN: Great Goddess of day and night, protect Julia Tyson with all your
might.
Caitlin puts her watch in the white offering bowl and bows to the statue of the
god.
CAITLIN: Great god of night and day, protect Julia Tyson with all your might.
This is thy will so mote it be, this is my will so mote it be! Blessed be
Julia, she who is pained and shan’t be again!
HPS Daphne: Elements, I thank thee and bid thee farewell. Goddess and God, I
thank thee and bid thee farewell!
CAITLIN: I should take my mind off this encounter, totally. I need Noah.
She walks out and walks a bit. She bumps accidentally into Carly Wilkins.
CARLY: So we meet again, you meddling, lowborn fool. Finally caving in to fate,
finally worshiping Loa Rada? I am so happy you left stupid old Isis.
CAITLIN: What balderdash are you talking about? I’m going to see Noah.
CARLY: Noah Fingermann? I wouldn’t be around him if I were you.
CAITLIN: Yeah. Which you aren’t.
She walks off, getting to Noah’s house and ringing the doorbell. She’s glad to
be gone from that mean voodoo, Carly. Carly’s a Jamaican with short, curly
hair. She’s really rude and jealous of Caitlin.
NOAH: I’m been working on my Wiccan-Pagan jokes. So, this guy says, he’s a
pastor, ‘Pagans and Wiccans are different!’ But really, Wiccans and Pagans are
different, show the Wiccan says, ‘Wow, Jesus and Christ are different.’ Get the
joke? Because Pagans and Wiccans aren’t different.
CAITLIN: Actually, they are. You’re mistaken, Noah.
She smiles.
Noah smiles shyly and blushes.
CAITLIN: I’ve got this crush.
NOAH: On who?
CAITLIN: Your voice sounds hopeful. I didn’t know you wanted me to fall in love
with Ace.
NOAH: Ace? Who’s that?
CAITLIN: My crush. He moved away when we was fourteen and I was fifteen. I’m
one year older than him, and one year’s worth smarter. But he’s still so
astute. He’s just moved back. He’s as charming as before, and I really like
him. I’m thinking of marrying him if I can charm him into dating me, and oh my,
even propose to me!
NOAH: Oh. Um, did you know Hillary Clinton’s got a crush on Bernie Sanders?
CAITLIN: Yeah, so? Anyway. Isn’t Ace so handsome? Wait, you haven’t seen him.
I’d better invite him now!
NOAH: No, no, there’s no…
CAITLIN: Oh, s**t, why not?
NOAH: Um, never mind. Hey, what kind of furniture does a goddess worshiping
Witch Wiccan prefer?
CAITLIN: Not all Witches are Wiccan. And not all Wiccans are Witches. In fact,
there are some Wiccans who don’t use magick, so they aren’t a Witch. Just, lots
of Wiccans are Witches. But not all. And not all of them feel a connection to
Goddess. Like, Carly.
NOAH: The answer’s a wicker.
CAITLIN: That’s so unfair, damn it. I’m definitely inviting Ace.
Caitlin grabs a phone.
CAITLIN: Ace. 5 Tully Moon Court…
Hangs up.
CAITLIN: He’ll be here in five minutes to meet us. Ace is a Pagan, and he’s such
a gentleman!
NOAH: Isn’t Paganism, like, matriarchal?
CAITLIN: And equality-based. And we have gods, not just goddesses, to be fair.
So we’re matriarchal in a sense, having priestesses as leaders and priests…
NOAH: Hey, you’re looking good.
Noah reaches out, but stops himself, and turns.
CAITLIN: It’s just a plain black sundress. And my earrings, the only jewelry on
me, I gave to Isis.
NOAH: You gave it to terrorists?
CAITLIN: No, not terrorists. The Goddess Isis. You know, from Egypt? Hey, guess
what? Ace’s got a cat named Isis! Ace is so handsome.
The doorbell rings. Caitlin opens the door to a man with black hair and deep
eyes.
CAITLIN: Oh my, Ace!
ACE: Caitlin!
They hug.
NOAH: Hi, um, Ace. Do you play video games?
ACE: BB. And no, sir, I do not play video games. You do, however.
NOAH: Favorite singer?
ACE AND CAITLIN: Katy Perry!
CAITLIN: So you wanna play with magic? Literally.
ACE: Except, we don’t play with magick. With only use it for good.
CAITLIN: Some, but rare, Witches use it for bad.
ACE: Especially voodoos like Carly.
Ace kisses Caitlin.
NOAH: ENOUGH!
Noah punches Ace.
CAITLIN: Noah, stop it! Leave Ace alone! Why’d you do that?
NOAH: You shut up!
Noah grabs Caitlin, forces her upstairs, throws her own the bed, shuts and
locks door.
NOAH: You’re going to be in bed with me, and you’re going to cuddle me.
Noah puts his strong arm around Caitlin, squeezing her into him and kissing her
repeatedly. He puts Caitlin’s arm under his other arm, trapping her with him.
NOAH: You’re staying with me, me, me! Not some dumb Ace.
CAITLIN: But I love him!
Caitlin starts crying.
CAITLIN: But I love him!
NOAH: You’re my bae, and you’re not Ace’s.
CAITLIN: I’m not your bae!
NOAH: Yes you are, and you’re not leaving me. You’re trapped in my house
forever!
CAITLIN: My arm hurts. No, let me go. I’ve got to tell you, Steven Tyson’s
abusing his older sister, Julia Tyson. Julia’s my friend. You’ve got to help
save her. If you do, I’ll lie in bed with you forever.
NOAH: OK. Lead the way.
He opens the door, and Caitlin’s about to go out first but Noah shoves himself
into being first. He walks down the stairs and leaves the house with Caitlin.
NOAH: Ace, you stay put.
CAITLIN: No, please come along. I may need you.
NOAH: No, you won’t.
CAITLIN: Not for love. Remember the deal?
Caitlin’s spell is working. Julia’s getting protection from the group.
ISIS: You’re doing the right thing, Caitlin. You don’t see me, but I’m always
there. Good job.
They walk briskly to Steven’s house (he’s the master and leader of their
patriarchal house), and finally they get there.
CAITLIN: Blessed be all of us, Isis, blessed be us all.
NOAH: Where do we go, Cat?
CAITLIN: Don’t call me that, Noah.
ACE: Please focus, everybody.
NOAH: Don’t be so formal.
CAITLIN: Enough of the balderdash! Anyway, Julia and Steven are upstairs. He’s
probably doing another round of…
STEVEN: I’M GETTING YOU FOR SURE, THIS TIME, JULIA!
CAITLIN: Basically, Steven is Julia’s younger brother. Steven’s the tall,
muscled one, and Julia’s the small, delicate-looking one. Julia’s got
waist-long blonde hair and pale skin. Steven’s got the medium skin. They’re
upstairs.
ACE: Julia needs physical protection if she is as dainty as you describe her. I
could be her boyfriend, possibly…
Caitlin glared, trying to hide her deep angry blush.
ACE: Then I could be her companion and protector.
CAITLIN: We’re here to save Julia, not hook up with people.
ACE: I will not hook up with her. I am thinking of proposing to know her better
after we save her, possibly in a few days. Then we would date, and in five
months, we could marry.
CAITLIN: But then you’d have to move in where she lives, so you’d be trapped
with Steven.
ACE: Steven will be in prison by then for being such an abuser. Then we would
move somewhere else, to a different state or even country, where Steven would
not find us…
CAITLIN: Instead of plotting, just go upstairs with us.
Noah rushes upstairs, Caitlin quickly behind. Ace finally follows.
Steven’s about to throw the TV at Julia.
ACE: No!
He rushes, gets in the way, and faints.
CAITLIN: Ace!
NOAH: Go.
CAITLIN: No.
NOAH: Go! It’s for your protection. I’m sorry for beating you and forcing you
in bed…I won’t again…Now go. Believe me.
CHRISTIN: Doing a Trump, huh?
NOAH: No, really believe me. For your safety. Go.
Christin leaves and rushes out the door.
HPS DAPHNE: Are you alright?
CHRISTIN: I need tarot.
HPS DAPHNE: When?
CHRISTIN: Now. And, no, in my house. And invoking Isis. Pronto.
They rush to Christin’s house. High Priestess Daphne takes out a tarot get,
spreading the cards.
HPS DAPHNE: What is your question?
CHRISTIN: Will Ace marry me?
HPS DAPHNE: Pick two cards, one for cause, the other for remedy.
CHRISTIN: Alright.
She picks two, turns them over.
HPS DAPHNE: You chose the Wheel of Fortune for a cause card. The Wheel of
Fortune coming up in this position means that you're entering a new phase of
your life. As you move into a new cycle, certain people, relationships, tasks
and other situations may come to an end so others may take shape. But part of
you isn't willing to let go of the old. Trying to hold onto whatever doesn't
serve you anymore only makes your life feel stuck. Only by honoring your life's
ongoing cycles can you get the most out of your life.
CHRISTIN: And the other? The Pope…
HPS DAPHNE: For a remedy, the Pope. The magical world is calling you in a big
way if you've drawn the Hierophant in this position. In order to take it up a
notch, dress in neutral tones and burn a plain white candle on your altar for
five nights in a row. Each night, spend some time journaling about what you're
grateful for, and what you want to do with your talents. On the fifth night,
close the ritual by repeating, ‘I Accept My Spiritual Power’ three times.
CHRISTIN: I can totally do that. In one night. Please leave.
She goes to her room, locks the door. She puts on a plain white sundress, which
will be the only thing she’ll be wearing, other than a pentacle necklace.
She puts a simple candle on her altar. She gets her book of shadows, ready to
write a list of gratitude.
CHRISTINA: I accept my spiritual power. I accept my spiritual power. I accept
my spiritual power. And now for writing. ‘I am grateful for Ace’s safety, and
presence here. I love him, and I wish to marry him deeply. Yet, he does not
wish for it. Shall I always be single? Yet I am grateful for him.’
She walks out. Daphne’s still there.
HPS DAPHNE: Oh, hello.
CHRISTINA: Why are you talking to a mirror?
HPS DAPHNE: You have a friendly household spirit, living in your mirror. How
did it go? Do you have any questions? Do you need assistance?
Christina explains everything.
HPS DAPHNE: You remind me of a mood ring. Want to ask my crystal ball a
question?
CHRISTINA: Will Ace marry me?
HPS DAPHNE: Not a question for Julia’s safety? The crystal ball says this is
unlikely. Unless you do something drastic, it will not happen. It simply is not
your future. You were a medieval scientist in a past life, I sense. Christina,
darling...
CHRISTINA: Thank you for everything, but you can call me Christin. Thanks so
much, for everything, High Priestess. You were truly a hero...
HPS DAPHNE: And you are deeply connected with the Goddess. And do not let Carly
and her voodoo get to you. And remember, choose your family. Be grateful for
anything you possibly can. Choose the cultures and origins you're from, based
on your soul...
CHRISTIN: I'll do all of it, High Priestess. Thank you. That's why I chose not
to be Caribbean, despite my slight roots. That's why I legally changed my name
from what my mother gave me. She named me Indie. She said it's after the West
Indies, but whatever s**t she says, it's an English name meaning 'India,' and
it's final.
HPS DAPHNE: I agree with you, Christin. I would never call you Indie, and it IS
an English name. I agree with you wholeheartedly. I am sorry of your childhood,
your past, but let it go. You're emancipated. You're free now.
CHRISTIN: Please leave. I am going to take a nap because I'm tired of
everything happening right now. Blessed blessings and merry part.
She slaps a housefly, and waves to the spirit in the mirror.
HPS DAPHNE: Do not harm bugs, please. Blessed be. Merry meet, merry part, and
merry meet again.
Christin falls asleep.
ISIS: We must speak, I am finally with you. I am glad you are resting.
Tomorrow, Julia's going through a whole day of NO abuse, but I cannot promise
forever. You can hang out with Ace and Noah, but keep it in a way that's
casual, forgetting today's events. Keep it platonic. No romance...yet. And
blessed be, my child. You are always loved, welcome...and you will never, ever
be wounded.
**
Caitlin
stares at her mirror.
Spirit: Merry meet, why are you staring, dear Christina?
Caitlin: You can simply call me Christin or Caitlin. I don’t really need
formalness, not even in my Pagan name.
Spirit: You’re a very wise Wiccan, deeply connected to Isis, I hear. So, why
are you staring, again?
Caitlin: Sorry, I didn’t mean to speak with you. Please turn invisible so I can
see what I look like because I’m going on a date.
Spirit: Performing the Great Rite?
Caitlin: No, not yet. I went through some traumas lately about being in bed
with people. I mean Noah. He forced me, but he vowed to stop. So, I’m going on
a date and I want to look good.
Spirit: Who’s the lucky guy? I sense your soul’s a good one.
Caitlin: Wilton Ott. He’s my official boyfriend, but my unofficial ones are
Noah Fingermann and Ace Giampa. So, I’ll be having a date with Wiltin, trying
to light more flames in the relationship. We’ve lost touch with the Tyson
problem - Steven Tyson was beating up his sister, Julia Tyson - and with Noah’s
forcing me in bed, and, hey I look good.
Spirit: Yeah.
Caitlin: Appear again. Tell me everything you think of my look.
Spirit: I’m Eala. And your look. I like the long, straight, black hair.
Caitlin: It’s a wig. I’m so glad to be Wiltin’s bae. And Noah? Ace? I’m just
not sure. The crystal ball that belongs to High Priestess said no. I’m going to
get Wilton to turn up. To propose.
Eala: I love your long-sleeved place slimming tube maxi dress. And the belt’s
perfect to go with it!
Caitlin: I’m on a grind with jewelry, so do you like the pentacle necklace,
Eala? Don’t forget to make comments on the triquetra earrings. I made a big new
statement with the triquetras, so I want some feedback.
Eala: Maybe not with the wig. Yet you must go on your date! Good luck, get him
to turn up, and, so, merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again.
Caitlin: Merry part. Hopefully marry part in my case, if this date goes well.
Caitlin walks out the door, gets into her Pontiac Vibe, and while driving, she
sees a familiar red Mercedes. She rolls down her window.
CAITLIN: Hey, what do you want now, Carly?
CARLY: Getting into voodoo? Finally embracing your Carib heritage?
CAITLIN: I have nothing against Carib people, but Isis said that isn’t my
calling! So, no, I choose my cultures, and I’m not Carib. Even if I were, which
I’m not, I won’t be doing any voodoo magick. Thanks.
CARLY: I’m making a Facebook poll. I’ll tag you. “Who should Caitlin
date…Wilton, Noah, or Ace?”
CAITLIN: Don’t! That’d be too embarrassing, Carly! I’d scratch you if you did…
CARLY: Remember “an’ ye harm none do what ye will?” Do your Wicca s**t and
don’t harm me. Let me do this one thing.
CAITLIN: You’re into the Rede?
CARLY: No, but you are. So obey it.
CAITLIN: The Rede would say you don’t harm me. That’s cyber bullying and you
know it, Carly. And you’d better stop it.
CARLY: How can you make me? And I’m going to make a post, a page, and a group
exposing your secret about you being a Carib who won’t confess it!
CAITLIN: I’m not a Carib. Remember? I’m not racist, some of them are good
people, but being Carib just isn’t me. And my skin’s white, so it wouldn’t have
shown. You can’t prove my heritage - the heritage I would have, but don’t have.
CARLY: Valentina just voted ‘Noah.’ So did five others. You see, Noah’s the people’s
favorite for you.
CAITLIN: But what about my heart? The votes don’t count, it’s not like
delegates are in it.
CARLY: I could even get Oprah or Katy to vote.
CAITLIN: Katy Perry? Oprah Winfrey? Celebrities wouldn’t be voting for my
future, as it isn’t theirs.
CARLY: I could pay them to vote.
CAITLIN: You aren’t rich. You just act like those rich grumps from TVs.
CARLY: I truly am, you just don’t know it. At least, I will be.
CAITLIN: How will you be?
CAITLIN THINKS: I can be late for this date. There’s something else I’m not
seeing.
CARLY: Hey, don’t come into my house, OK? I’m leaving the door unlocked so
spirits can get in, but I won’t be inviting you to anything. Not that
anything’s happening.
CAITLIN: Okay, I’m not up to anything.
CAITLIN THINKS: This is my perfect plan.
Carly drives to her house and enters. After five minutes, Caitlin enters
silently, hoping Carly thinks she’s a spirit and not a person. She peeks in the
living room, waiting in the hallway so she can see, but isn’t seen.
Carly sews a dollar bill onto red cloth and hangs it on the wall. She sprinkles
a fat row of salt on the table, making a square. She puts black candles on each
corner. She lights them. She puts a cup of orange-looking oil in the center.
She dips the end of her incense stick into the orange oil. She lights it in a
holder, outside of the square.
CARLY: Pinned to my life evermore, Go with me to every shore, I trade you for
another thing, Come back to my pockets bring!
ISIS: She’s doing a voodoo spell for money. And she’ll fight, cheat, for it.
All to harm you.
Caitlin leaves, and quickly drives off to her date.
When she gets to the forest where she and Wilton will be dating, she quickly
apologizes.
CAITLIN: Merry meet. I’m sorry I was late, something happened. It was Carly…using
voodoo. Um, long story. And Isis spoke to me. Rather, communicated.
WILTON: That’s alright, Christina. I’m glad you’re here.
CAITLIN: Caitlin. Please. Until my Wicca’s all figured out, my spiritual path’s
clear, I don’t want to be called Christina or Christin again.
WILTON: Why are we in a forest? Again, the date’s your idea, bae.
CAITLIN: You’re as bad as they come. You’re so dime. So good-looking tonight.
WILTON: I didn’t know. I thought I’d messed up. I mean, tuxedos are the antique
thing, they say. They say it isn’t too gucci.
CAITLIN: Wilton, stop worrying. You’re cute. Quite darling, as they say.
WILTON: Any dreams?
CAITLIN: Isis came.
WILTON: Isis? Isis…
CAITLIN: Yeah, goddess communication. She said to be ‘platonic’ today. I’m
risking it. Anyway, now what? I’ve been careful not to wear socks, it isn’t for
dates…
WILTON: Firefox’s got this new rule. Never let a dress code get in the way of
fun socks.
CAITLIN: Don’t worry, I won’t. Next time. What do you want to do?
WILTON: Picnic.
CAITLIN: What you’ve got?
WILTON: Apples, banana, pizza, cat cookies, eggs, milk and water supply, rum
cake, a little wine…
CAITLIN: I’ll do some moderate wine. And I see you have cheese. To feed the
mouse, right? You know your pet mouse. I’m thinking of getting a cat, I’ll name
it Wicca.
WILTON: I love you. May I?
CAITLIN: Sure. Wait. You can’t be saying…
Wilton gets out his surgical knife, cuts Caitlin’s arm, and drinks the blood.
CAITLIN: Ah!
She moans.
WILTON: I love you so much.
Wilton drops his knife and licks the blood.
CAITLIN: Oh, you’re so what I’ve been hoping for. What I’m needing.
Just then, a figure appears.
CAITLIN: Carly!
CARLY: I paid Satan to see if I could get Wilton. Guess it didn’t work,
Christina.
CAITLIN: You want Wilton? But he’s mine. You don’t even like dating because
you’re “too good for anybody.”
CARLY: I don’t like dating lowborn folks like folks you’d befriend. I didn’t
say I didn’t want Steven Tyson, Noah Fingermann, Wilton Ott, Ace Giampa, or all
of them. Steven, I guess I don’t want. He’s marrying Julia.
CAITLIN: He’s marrying his…
WILTON: …Sister?
Carly begins singing a hypnotic song, wanting to win over Wilton.
CARLY: Eris said you were gonna give yourself to me, and now you’re here, but
you better think cautiously, because I am magickally able of anything and
everything.
CAITLIN: Stop!
CARLY: Make me your moon goddess, and you can be the sun god. But don’t make me
your fiend. So you wanna marry a witch? Mortal you should know what you’re
wishing for. Mortal are you gonna do this? Cause I’m gonna haunt you like a
dark force.
CAITLIN: I’ve had enough of you, you’re always making people fail to come
through.
CARLY: Are you prepared for, prepared for? A faultless curse, flawless curse?
Cause you’ll be jinxed, you’ll be jinxed. And so mote it be!
Carly runs off.
CAITLIN: Wilton?
WILTON: My Carly! Come back!
Caitlin begins crying, and runs back to her car, and drives off. She goes to
High Priestess Daphne’s house.
HPS DAPHNE: Welcome, come inside. What is wrong?
CAITLIN: I need tarot. Now. And a revenge spell.
HPS DAPHNE: Sorry, I do not do revenge spells. Why would you want a revenge
spell, please, Christina?
CAITLIN: You mean Caitlin. My Pagan path’s not figured out just yet. So I’m not
ready for my Wiccan name. Yet. Basically, I was having a date with Wilton.
HPS DAPHNE: That is good. He is right for you.
CAITLIN: He drank my blood.
HPS DAPHNE: Finally. The Great Rite, I thought, would never come for you!
Congratulations. Now, why do you seek revenge?
CAITLIN: Then Carly came and voodooed the crap out of Wilton. Now he’s,
literally, under her spell. Chasing after her, trying to drink her blood.
HPS DAPHNE: He wasted the Great Rite, played with it wrongly, and betrayed you.
The law of karma will not be happy, but it was not his fault. It was Carly’s.
CAITLIN: The weird accent girl sang up a storm and got a new bae. And she wants
Steven Tyson, Ace Giampa, and Noah Fingermann. Ace and Noah are my only other
choices! How can she steal them all? And Steven’s marrying Julia.
HPS DAPHNE: Marrying his sister?
CAITLIN: Yes, in fact. I’m so sorry for her. Hopefully, the spell works. I
can’t believe she’s in so much pain. Can you believe it?
HPS DAPHNE: I do. Julia Tyson will be needing further help than merely magickal
workings. She will need mundane protection as well.
CAITLIN: I know. And what about my traumas? It’s just…
HPS DAPHNE: If there is anything you want to let out, you can always speak with
me and I will be there to listen, Caitlin. I do not even have to take action
about it if you do not want. I will only listen. And if you want, I will break
out my wand, and even commonplace uses. But I am always there.
CAITLIN: I know, High Priestess. And thank you. Blessed be. Yet, it’s just
that, I’m sometimes worrying. Thinking about my past, and…
HPS DAPHNE: Well, what was the biggest problem you had in your past?
CAITLIN: When I was nine years old, I used to be called Dainty Foot for not
having the biggest foot in class.
HPS DAPHNE: I am sorry, that must have really hurt. Do you need guidance, help,
or simply a listener?
CAITLIN: I just want to let it out to the first person ever, but no, I’m not
looking for help. I simply got used to it.
HPS DAPHNE: Why did you not use Wicca, Caitlin? You can always consult Isis if
you need help. And, what is the second problem you had?
CAITLIN: I was emotionally abused by my father.
HPS DAPHNE: And did anything else happen possibly?
CAITLIN: Yes, and he didn’t want me to ever get married. I wanted to.
HPS DAPHNE: And did anything else happen?
CAITLIN: My parents’ son they insisted was my brother, and they didn’t let me
choose my cultures and origins. They kept saying the Caribbean was my home and
I was a Carib and I should just take pride and get used to it. BUT I WASN’T A
DAMN SISTER AND WASN’T FROM THE SHITTING CARIBBEAN! I WAS BORN IN
AMERICA! My dad, who wasn’t even biological, was from the Caribbean! My skin
was pale, not black. I WASN’T A SISTER, AND I WASN’T IN DAMN, S****Y CARIBBEAN!
HPS DAPHNE: Please, try not to be racist.
CAITLIN: I’m not a racist, it’s just not who I want to be!
HPS DAPHNE: I see there is deep anger where you should have moved on from that
past. I am sorry for you, Caitlin, yet the Caribbean people are people I value
when they are kind. But you must choose your cultures.
CAITLIN: Then there’s that stupid name I got from birth. Indie. What the hell’s
that supposed to mean? AND IT ISN’T FROM THE DAMN WEST INDIES! IT’S FROM
ENGLAND! I’m sorry for acting racist. Truly, I’m not a racist. It’s just,
there’s anger deep down in me.
HPS DAPHNE: You may need to meditate, or see your parents and your parents’
son, and talk it out. If you tell them how you feel, possibly you can let go of
that past and live in the moment.
CAITLIN: I hate my damn parents, shut up stupid Dad I’m gonna get married, and
I’M NOT A SISTER OR A CARIB!
HPS DAPHNE: Please, stop yelling.
CAITLIN: I’m sorry.
Caitlin takes a deep breath.
CAITLIN: I-I won’t say it again.
HPS DAPHNE: No, let it out, but calmly, Caitlin. It sounds like you’re angry.
CAITLIN: You’ve got listening skills? Didn’t notice.
HPS DAPHNE: There’s a saying my aunt’s said, “olvidar el pasado.” It may seem
wrong, but it’s right. “Forget your past.” Or, forgive your past.
CAITLIN: Forgive my past? I could never. I’d forget my past first.
HPS DAPHNE: You can't olvidar el pasado, but you could possibly forgive your
past. El pasado is like an el scorpion, clawing you fiercely.
CAITLIN: Thank you for everything, all your help, all your kindness…THANK YOU,
High Priestess. Just…I’ve gotta go, and forget all about Wilton. What do you do
when you kiss a boy? You get enough germs to get a fever. I’m not falling in
love again.
HPS DAPHNE: You aren’t? Shouldn’t you try?
CAITLIN: No. I’ve had enough of the pain I had to face. I’m leaving.
Caitlin gets in her Vibe and drives off to Merry Meet Meals, and goes inside.
WAITER: Hello! Are you ready to order?
CAITLIN: Yeah. Apple, banana, chocolate, basil…
WAITER: We don’t have basil, sorry. And bananas, we just ran out of. We’ve only
got apples left, and no chocolate.
CAITLIN: Rice pasta?
WAITER: We have that. So, apples and rice pasta?
CAITLIN: A bowl’s worth of the rice pasta, and three apples. And some basil, if
you please?
WAITER: Hmm. Romantic rice pasta, apple bring love as warmth as sauna, they
say. True?
CAITLIN: Yes. Some romantic problems call for rice pasta and apples. Three, the
Wiccan number.
WAITER: Okay.
He leaves.
Just then, Caitlin looks over to see a tall figure.
CAITLIN: Caroline!
CAROLINE TAYLOR: Hey, Christ…
CAITLIN: It’s Caitlin. And don’t ask, Caroline. Take a seat. I’m getting three
apples, so I can give you two and a half.
CAROLINE: No need, thanks. Just one should do.
CAITLIN: Any more déjà vu?
CAROLINE: You’d better believe it.
Just then, a tall dark figure walks by and sits on Caroline. Carly!
CAITLIN: Carly Wilkins, you’d better leave my friend alone!
Just then, a police officer walks by to see Caitlin scratching on Carly.
POLICE: What’s happening? I sat to eat and found a crime for dinner instead.
CARLY: She, Caitlin Gibbs, pushed me on her friend, Caroline Taylor after
Caroline scratched her.
CAITLIN: Thanks for sharing our full names with police we don’t know and trust!
CARLY: You’re welcome. Oh, don’t you dare share my identity. So, Caroline
Taylor was the first criminal. Then comes Caitlin Gibbs. I did nothing wrong.
POLICE: Is that true?
Carly pauses.
CARLY: Yes.
POLICE: I’m sorry, ma’am. You must pay one thousand dollars to pay for your
crimes, Ms. Gibbs, and you, Ms. Taylor, shall be going to jail. No money in the
world could pay your way out. You’re sentenced to ten years in prison.
Caitlin gasps.
Caroline starts crying.
POLICE: And you have to pay $1,000 for your crimes of violence, but no prison
for you, Ms. Gibbs.
CAITLIN: How will I get that money? And I can’t buy the two-tone gold Celtic
cross trinity knot diamond pendant necklace with the emerald! It costs too
much, especially losing $1,000! I’ve already given up on it slightly a week
ago…now the hope’s fully dashed. And the mansion I’m looking at. And the top
bronze sculpture statue, the figurine, about the night goddess! It costs just
after $1,000…the $1,000 I won’t have.
POLICE: Can’t help you there, darl. You’re in big trouble, I apologize, Ms.
Gibbs dearie.
CAITLIN: DON’T CALL ME DEARIE!
POLICE: Goddess, you are violent.
CAITLIN: Goddess, you are filthy!
POLICE: Make that $1,200!
CARLY: Good. I voodooed on this.
CAITLIN: You did s**t magick again?!
CARLY: I’m not doing s**t!
CAITLIN: What?
CARLY: I said, I’m not doing s**t!
POLICE: Ms. Caroline Taylor, you’re coming with me. You were charged guilty of
theft five years ago, Ms. Caroline Taylor. Being provided your full name gives
me information of your earlier theft. If charged a third time, in eleven years,
you’ll be left in jail for the rest of your life.
CAITLIN: Not the rest! And it wasn’t even like that! Carly Wilkins, this girl’s
full name, is an immigrant from Jamaica, but that has nothing to do with what
she did. Here’s what she did. She, Carly Wilkins, came over while I and
Caroline were having a good chat. Then she sat on Caroline, and I tried to
scratch her off the poor woman’s lap, and then…
WAITER: Here is your food, Ma’am. Oh, you are dating a police officer? Good for
your protection. And I see you have two friends joining. Shall I get more rice
pasta bowls and apples for the young ladies, and your police?
CAITLIN: He’s not my boyfriend, and this one…(points to Carly)…is not my
friend. She’s a criminal. The police's here to take us to jail, punishing us
for what isn’t completely our fault.
WAITER: Oh, truly? Well, here’s your meal. I hope you’re able to enjoy, and
whatever’s the truth, the police officer discovers, and justice is brought.
CNN REPORTERS: What’s happening? Tell us at once!
CAITLIN: It’s all a big misunderstanding. Carly Wilkins actually sat on my
friend, and the police officer saw me trying to scratch Carly Wilkins off. He
thought I was causing the violence. Then, suddenly, he accused my friend of
causing the violence. Now she’s sentenced to ten years of meaningless jail.
CNN REPORTER #1: Got it all written down. How do you feel?
CAITLIN: Stunned, hurt, and angry. Especially with the police officer and Carly
Wilkins, the true criminal.
CNN REPORTER #2: I agree with the police.
CNN REPORTER #3: I think this young woman’s the most honest of them all.
Caitlin walks off, drives into her Vibe, and speeds away desperately. She
blasts the radio. Dark Force and Wrath by Sheryll McKenzie, Roar by Katy Perry,
Sugar, Style, Shut Up and Dance and Shake It Off have played by the time she
gets home. She’s free to go…but how to get the dollars?
CAITLIN: I do need a little love, a little sympathy. Isis help!
ISIS: You’ll find your way. Carly won’t win with her evil, I promise. The good
always finds a way. You just have to play creative.
CAITLIN: Play creative? Whatever do you mean, Isis? You’re not making sense. I
don’t understand.
ISIS: You’ll understand soon. Don’t be afraid to get creative.
CAITLIN: Creative? What do you mean by creative? Creativity will just get me in
jail. Craftiness…
ISIS: Craftiness will bring the Universe to serve you. So why not be “Crafty”
and use your Craft?
CAITLIN: You mean Wicca?
ISIS: Exactly what I mean.
CAITLIN: Not even Pagan magick can help. I can never get out of this money rut.
I’ll go to jail for not paying that police, and even when I get out of jail, I
still can’t pay. So I get to jail, or worse, killed if they still do
executions. I’ll never get the money, and this can’t be anything good.
ISIS: Get creative. See how you can…get the police to warm up to your attitude,
to see your innocence. Sometimes just being yourself puts a mask on you, hiding
all your past crimes.
CAITLIN: But I didn’t do any crimes.
ISIS: But you will prove innocence if you “mask” yourself. And being yourself,
not hiding, is a “mask” enough.
CAITLIN: Alright, I’ll try getting creative. But just a little. I don’t want to
risk stuff and get into trouble!
ISIS: Believe me.
CAITLIN: Playing a Trump?
ISIS: Never.
CAITLIN: Oh, shut up.
ISIS: And you’ll find yourself shutting up when your voice makes everybody
bring justice to you and Caroline. And as for Carly? She will not get away with
this. I promise.
CAITLIN: Merry part, Isis.
ISIS: How merry? You will soon find out.
CAITLIN: I've really got to get some money. I can blog! Sell! Etsy! Tweet 'NEED
MONEY 2 GET OUT OF JAIL - HELP?" Or MARRY RICH! Noah's really rich. I'll
keep him. I have to olvidar el pasado, and I'll get creative to do it!
Caitlin goes out and drives to where Noah always is…UJump, a pancake-selling
restaurant.
CAITLIN: Hey, Noah. Knew I’d find you!
NOAH: What now, Cat?
CAITLIN: Well, I’m giving up on crafty Ace and I’m breaking up with Wilton
soon. In fact, I’ve got a new boyfriend I’m staying with…you.
NOAH: Really? I’m too shy to touch you…can I?
CAITLIN: Sure.
NOAH: You're so good-feeling.
CAITLIN: Thank you, Noah Fingermann.
NOAH: Noah.
Noah
and Caitlin kiss.
CAITLIN:
I love you.
**
HPS
DAPHNE: I spoke with the Police, Caitlin, and I showed them a video of Carly
attacking. Now Carly isn’t going to jail for more than a week, but you’re out
of your fee, Caitlin.
CAITLIN:
Thank you, High Priestess! Um, Noah’s going to see me at my house, so I’ve
gotta go. I’m finally breaking up with him.
HPS
DAPHNE: Good luck, darling. And do not be surprised if your feelings are hurt,
even shattered.
At
Caitlin’s house…
Caitlin
is practicing what she’ll say to break up with Noah.
CAITLIN:
It isn’t about you, Noah, it’s about me. It’s just, I’m not ready for a big
long-term relationship, let alone one with you. If anything, I’m looking at
staying single for a little while until I choose. I’m sorry, Noah. You’ve got a
chance, possibly, but just…not yet, okay? You may not understand what I’m
saying, but…I’m breaking up with you.
Just
then, Caitlin checks her phone and sees a text saying, Will u marry me?
NOAH:
You’re breaking up with me? I was about to propose to you! I already sent the
text!
CAITLIN:
I was practicing…I didn’t know you were coming, even though I left the door
unlocked, you quiet mouse!
NOAH:
Why’d you break up with me?
CAITLIN:
The fee’s all cleared up. I’m free.
NOAH:
No, you aren’t. You belong to me!
CAITLIN:
Noah, please, you don’t understand. It’s just…
NOAH:
You’re cheating. It didn’t least a damn day and you’re cheating! S**t!
CAITLIN:
Please, call down, Noah.
NOAH:
Enough, Caitlin!
CAITLIN:
Stop being threatening, Noah Fingermann. And you’re to call me Christina.
NOAH:
How could you break up with me?
CAITLIN:
It’s time for a new relationship to grow! It’s the waxing moon! Sixty-three
earth radii is the distance, the ecliptic latitude’s four degrees, and the
longitude is two hundred and thirty-two degrees. Things are waxing to the
future.
NOAH:
So I’m just the past?
CAITLIN:
Yes. And if you leave me, just this once, then you’ll be the future, too.
NOAH:
Enough, Caitlin!
Noah
slams Caitlin down to the floor and punches her.
CAITLIN:
Stop!
NOAH:
Who says I will?
CAITLIN:
Gods of power, gods of might, end the abuse, stop this plight!
Caitlin
reaches for her tiny Ankh, grasps it, and imagines being at Eris’s Cultan
School for Witches, her dream school. Suddenly, she’s there.
HPS
ERIS: Welcome to my Cultan School for Witches! Merry meet. Please, enter,
orientation’s just beginning.
CAITLIN:
Alright, I’m Christina.
HPS
ERIS: And you know I am High Priestess Eris.
It’s
a black castle that makes a school.
HPS
ERIS: Merry meet and welcome to this school, which shall be teaching Culta.
Before you become a Cultan, you must understand what Culta is, for it is a
Pagan religion all on its own, more matriarchal and freedom-based than other
Pagan and Wiccan beliefs may be. We honor black magick and white magick, not
only white magick, and the only reason I call it black or white is to refer to
destructive and constructive at all times (even when black magick is necessary,
we call it black magick). I am not judging it by discriminating of a type of
spell-craft, or segregating colors. This is not what Culta’s about. We don’t
worship, or require black magick, but we have simply no rule against it. All
lessons will be attended on time, or you’ll get a punishment, and you won’t get
knowledge.
CHRISTINA:
What are some roles I’ll be getting, High Priestess Eris?
HPS
ERIS: You could be a moderator, if you’re the first to apply. You’ll watch for
bullying, but you’ll only get a week for that job, then we’ll pick a new
moderator, who will get only a week doing his or her job. So, yes.
CHRISTINA:
A moderator? I watch for bullying? Good. I’ve had enough bullying in my life,
why not predict another’s?
HPS
ERIS: You could talk to me about it, or talk to the Therapist. That’s more
helpful, and more convenient for the school. Would anybody like to be a
teacher, or co-priestess or co-priest? You can teach in some lessons, if I say
you can. All may join, but Scorpios are the best-treated when they’re teachers.
And all except the High Priest and High Priestess, are only temporary so
another may become the Co-teacher, being fair to all students. You may re-apply
whenever you’d like, there’s no limit.
BLONDE STUDENT: What about admins?
HPS
ERIS: We’ll only have 5 admins, including me and my High Priest. This means,
only 3 students may apply for Admin, and it isn’t something easy to get. You
will only get a few weeks at being an Admin, then you’ll be back to Regular
Student again, so 3 more may apply and be temporary Admins. That way, everybody
gets a chance. All may join, but again, Scorpios are the best-treated when
they’re admins. And some may stay regular students. Not everybody gets special
roles, you know.
BRUNETTE STUDENT: What about spell-casters?
HPS
ERIS: You cast all spells and do all prayers, but you still aren’t a co-priest
or co-priestess. You aren’t special for more than casting spells, Georgia.
BLACK
STUDENT: What about spell-counselors? Are they the same as spell-casters?
HPS
ERIS: Do you know nothing? Of course there’s a wide difference. And we’ll be
witnessing a Christian’s wedding. At the part where they’d say ‘speak now,’ we
fly in and wreck it! Oh, about the spell-counseling. You don’t cast spells, but
you give magickal recipes to students seeking help.
CAITLIN:
I need therapy right away.
HPS
ERIS: You could apply for therapist. We need people applying for roles as soon
as possible. You give therapy to all the students, but not to admins,
moderators, or the co-priestess. You keep everybody happy, so drama’s highly
unlikely. Unless, of course, they defy me.
CAITLIN:
Defy you? Power-hungry much?
HIGH
PRIESTESS ERIS: There can be 1 therapist, temporarily, and she or he will be
trained before an active therapist. You’ll permanent, by the way.
CAITLIN:
Oh. Is anybody willing to be my therapist? Anybody?
HPS
ERIS: The wedding’s starting now! Quick! Let’s go!
Suddenly,
Caitlin finds surprisingly, that she’s flying with big, black feathery wings,
as are the other students and their High Priestess.
HPS
ERIS: Goddess of flight, charm these wings to go to Cornelia’s and Bertie’s
wedding with all thy might! So mote it be!
CAITLIN:
So, I can’t control my wings? They automatically, and safely, go to the
Christian wedding? I don’t have to do anything…you charmed them! But what if I
want to use them myself?
HPS
ERIS: We don’t work that way here. We do whatever I say. And we don’t dare
protest, either. It’s the way the world should be, though, wouldn’t you agree?
Increase speed, decrease need, so mote it be!
The
wings of everybody fly so quickly, they’re through the unlocked doors in no
time, and the wings disappear. They blend in with the crowd, but really they
aren’t the Christian crowd.
MINISTER:
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here on this beautiful day to witness the union
of Cornelia and Bertie in holy matrimony. This is a day of great celebration
and reverence, on which we come together before God to recognize and
commemorate the sacred love and dedication shared between these two people. It
is wonderful to have family and friends here to join us today. The bride and
groom would like to thank their guests for being here, and would like you to
know that each of you were invited here on this day because you have played an
integral part in their intertwining lives. As the Bible reminds us in
Corinthians, "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not
boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not
easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but
rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and
always perseveres. Love never fails." In the time that Cornelia and Bertie
have spent together, they've built the sturdy foundation for a lifelong
relationship. After a great deal of thoughtful consideration, they have decided
to bind themselves to one another for the rest of their lives. May you all
remember and cherish this sacred ceremony, for on this day, with love, we will
forever bind Cornelia and Bertie together. Who gives this bride today?
HPS
ERIS: I’m whispering, but hopefully you hear, Christina. In our weddings, it
would be ‘Who gives this groom today.’ We’re so not patriarchal. And we’d have
the groom’s companion be a male, and we don’t need a parent’s permission. We
just treasure it when we can.
COMPANION
OF THE BRIDE: I do.
Minister:
Cornelia and Bertie please face one another and join hands. Under the eyes of
God, Cornelia, do you take Bertie to be your lawfully wedded husband? By making
this commitment, you are joining in the sacred covenant of marriage.
Do
you promise to honor him in love, to be sensitive to his needs, to comfort him
in difficulty, and to put your full and complete trust in him, so long as you
both shall live?
Cornelia:
I do.
Minister:
Under the eyes of God, Bertie, do you take Cornelia to be your lawfully wedded
wife? By making this commitment, you are joining in the covenant of marriage.
Do
you promise to honor her in love, to be sensitive to her needs, to comfort her
in difficulty, and to put your full and complete trust in her, so long as you
both shall live?
Bertie:
I do.
Minister:
Very well. Yet first, we must check and see if this wedding’s agreeable to all.
HPS
ERIS: Wait for it…wait for it…
Minister:
If there is anyone in attendance who has cause to believe that this couple
should not be joined in marriage, you may speak now or forever hold your peace.
HPS
ERIS: Now!
All
the students start flying at the petite, frail-looking bride Cornelia, clawing
her until she bleeds.
HPS
ERIS: Come, Christina!
CAITLIN:
But Cornelia’s so delicate-looking. And they nearly had a true love!
HPS
ERIS: Bring Christina’s wings to the bride and things! So mote it be!
CAITLIN:
Ah! Stop! Uncharm my wings right away!
HPS
ERIS: I’m not afraid of you, Christina. Stop it at once!
CAITLIN:
I know Christians do some things we disagree with, and it’s okay for us to
disagree, and sometimes say so. But attacking a wedding based on the couple’s
religion? That’s very wrong!
MINISTER:
God bless your soul…Christina.
CAITLIN:
That’s my Pagan name.
MINISTER:
Oh, then. Pagan or not, your heart is good. Bless thou, God, bless thou!
CAITLIN:
Thank you, Minister. Although I follow the Goddess, I believe in the gods, and
although I may not be Christian, your blessings touched my heart…and sent the
Good Spirit’s energies into my soul.
HPS
ERIS: Stop it at once, Christina!
CAITLIN:
High Priestess Eris, I was attacked after breaking up with Noah Fingermann.
Will you attack him instead of me?
HPS
ERIS: Address.
CAITLIN:
45 Divinity Drive. And not too far from here.
HPS
ERIS: Bring students’ wings to 45 Divinity Drive and things!
CAITLIN:
Let’s go. This is one attack I want to see! But after that, I’m kindly
leaving your Cultan School. It isn’t my destiny. It simply isn’t right for me.
HPS
ERIS: Alright. I was expelling you anyway. Your behavior’s a horrid
predicament! And I thought I was as strife-creating as Eris Herself? I was so
wrong!
CAITLIN:
And I’d really, really like to make love with Ace Giampa. I don’t
want Noah Fingermann. Please stop him.
HPS
ERIS: Don’t worry, Christina. We’re coming at him like a dark force.
CAITLIN:
Thank you, High Priestess Eris. Thank you for that.
HPS
ERIS: Tell me a little about yourself as our wings take us on our journey.
CAITLIN:
Well, my Pagan name’s Christina. Culta is a religion, a Pagan one, but
I’m not sure if I’m a Cultan. My actual name is Caitlin Gibbs. I’ve been
called Caitlin usually. You’re the first one I’ve allowed to call Christina.
Not even my coven’s high priestess, my mentor, Daphne, is allowed to. Honestly.
HPS
ERIS: I see. And why are you uncomfortable with the name, however charming it
is?
CAITLIN:
It isn’t discomfort, High Priestess Eris. It’s…something else. I haven’t
figured out my path yet. So I’m not ready to be called Christina yet.
HPS
ERIS: So I must stop, based on your egocentricity’s wishes alone?
CAITLIN:
No, you needn’t stop. I can’t hide from my future forever. It’ll catch up with
me in the end, I guess.
HPS
ERIS: Of course it will. Without a future, your present will be the only thing
there is for you. You need your future if you ever want anything, even
survival. Don’t be cranky, Christina. It’ll catch up with you. Why don’t you
want it too? Aren’t you thrilled?
CAITLIN:
No, Eris. I’m scared.
HPS
ERIS: You shouldn’t be. You’re always scared so easily, it seems. You’re even
scared of stopping an ugly Christian wedding.
CAITLIN:
That’s your problem, Eris. It wasn’t ugly. They were about to have true love,
regardless of their religion. And no Cultan, no Pagan, no Witch, would ever
agree to doing what you’re doing!
HPS
ERIS: Then why are my students agreeing to this?
CAITLIN:
Do they have a choice? I got expelled for speaking up. So what makes them
any different, Eris? You scare off everybody. And I’m not afraid to tell you
all this in public. In fact, I’m fine with the whole world knowing your
true colors. I’m firm on that!
ERIS:
Can you stop, Caitlin?
CAITLIN:
Don’t you mean Christina, the name you’re nagging me with? You said I
had an ego by telling you why I’m seldom called Christina, didn’t I?
Fine words and name-calling coming from that same High Priestess.
ERIS:
What’s your favorite food? Color? Anything? You’re not telling me anything.
You’re just complaining. So wistful you are!
CAITLIN:
I like, well, purple and blue a lot. And I kind of enjoy the, um,
macaroni and cheese nights, and pizza. What do you eat, eye of newt?
ERIS:
Of course not.
CAITLIN:
I’m kidding, Eris.
ERIS:
Since when aren’t you calling me High Priestess?
CAITLIN:
Oh, just when I found you’re my equal.
ERIS:
Can you please stop and try to be polite? Anyway, we’re here. Your house.
They
open the unlocked door.
NOAH:
What the--? Who are all of you, how’d you get in, and what do you want?
CAITLIN:
They’re my new friends, and ex-teacher and ex-classmates. They’re not my friends
yet, I guess. We got in because you forgot to lock the door. And we want
revenge from you. We want you out of my house, and out of my romantic
relationships. We want you out of my life, and we’ll fight to get some
peace.
ERIS:
Guys, let’s go! Sally!
BLONDE
STUDENT: Okay!
She
flies into Noah, scarring his left cheek with her wings.
CAITLIN:
You stop, Noah!
She
flies into Noah, scarring his right cheek.
CAITLIN:
Enough!
NOAH:
You’d better get your witches out of here.
CAITLIN:
You thought you got the best of me, you thought you scared me away, but you
didn’t!
NOAH:
Caitlin…
CAITLIN:
Don’t you mean Christina?
SALLY:
You were so wrong! Ever heard of being a gentleman?
BLACK
STUDENT: Guess chivalry’s dead for cowans, for Jews, for non-Wiccans!
CAITLIN:
You’re Wiccan?
BLACK
STUDENT: The only part of Wicca I don’t like is An’ Ye Harm None.
CAITLIN:
It has some truth, doesn’t it?
BLACK
STUDENT: Yeah, but it is over-the-top An’ Ye Harm None, Do What Thou Wilt.
The And You Harm None, Do What You Will stuff doesn’t ring true with me.
CAITLIN:
Guess what? It does with me.
BLACK
STUDENT: At least you aren’t Christian. Or are you?
CAITLIN:
Focus. We must defeat Noah Fingermann!
NOAH:
I’m leaving.
Noah
runs out.
CAITLIN:
Go. Leave. Don’t hurt him. We’re just getting him to leave. That’s all we want.
It isn’t evil, or harming others, that we’re after. It’s peace.
SALLY:
And we’ve all got a different type, a different way of getting it.
HPS
ERIS: And one too many doubt my way of getting it. You shall at
Cornelia’s wedding.
CAITLIN:
Cornelia was just like Julia.
HPS
ERIS: Who’s Julia?
CAITLIN:
Julia Tyson, Steven Tyson’s sister, is always abused, attacked. And she’s my
friend. No wonder I protected Cornelia…the way I should be protecting Julia. I
should be doing more to help her.
HPS
ERIS: You really feel this way?
CAITLIN:
Yes, I do. But I’d rather not shock Julia with supernatural, paranormal things
like this.
HPS
ERIS: You really want to help Julia?
CAITLIN:
With all my heart!
HPS
ERIS: Never. Not with you…doing this.
CAITLIN:
Huh?
HPS
ERIS: You could give me something, and I’d give you Julia’s protection, darling.
CAITLIN:
What would you give me?
HPS
ERIS: Marry me. Marry Him.
CAITLIN:
Marry who?
HPS
ERIS: Kill yourself, and I will murder Steven Tyson.
CAITLIN:
No…no.
HPS
Eris kisses and bites Caitlin.
HPS
ERIS: Caitlin, I’m just asking you to espouse me, assassinate yourself…and I’ll
manslaughter Steven Tyson for you, I’ll protect Julia Tyson. I’ll do everything
I can…if you just give yourself to me, then give yourself to my Husband,
marry Him.
CAITLIN:
Wait. You want me to marry you, then kill myself, then marry your
husband? How can I marry both you and your husband? And how can I marry
him when I’m dead?
HPS
ERIS: You can marry Him…in Hell.
CAITLIN:
What?
HPS
ERIS: You heard me. Marry me now, kill yourself, then marry Satan. Then
Julia will sell her soul to Satan, and in return, I promise to keep her
protected from Steven Tyson.
CAITLIN:
Give myself, Julia’s self, to Satan? You’re a Cultan! Cultans aren’t
Satanic!
HPS
ERIS: No, Cultans aren’t Satanic. Witches aren’t Satanic. Pagans aren’t
Satanic. I’m pretending to be a Cultan. Really, I’ve always been Satan’s
wife. I set up this trap. I’m not a High Priestess. There aren’t any
students. I’m Eala, your mirror spirit, leaving the mirror…and all my other
spirit friends are helping me! We only pretended, to set you up. To give
somebody new to Satan.
CAITLIN:
You’re Eala? You’re friendly!
EALA:
That’s the trap you’ve been in forever. I’m sorry.
CAITLIN:
No. You. Aren’t. I hate you! I’m going to recite a prayer. Any
energy that no longer serves me, please leave now. Thank you for your presence.
Now I am sending you home. Blessed be, yet now go!
EALA:
Stop! No!
STUDENT-SPIRITS:
Stop! No!
EALA:
There’s no Satan. I was pretending to get power…!
CAITLIN:
All that was a trap? I’m sorry to Noah. I shouldn’t have betrayed him. I
shouldn’t have done any of this. Everything I’ve been doing’s wrong. Goodbye.
Caitlin
goes to sleep.
ISIS:
Daughter, you were attacked by a lying spirit. She used lies to hide lies that
were hiding their own lies. She kept lying of lies…you shouldn’t trust Eala.
And I’m sorry. She may just come back.
CAITLIN:
I’m feeling scared.
ISIS:
Don’t. Blessed be.
**
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