Rachel Rosencross, the sorceress of Mableton, is washing her hands when suddenly there is an urgent knock at her door. She blinks, confused. It's not like anyone would come here just for her. No one even knows where this house is!
"Who is it?" Rachel calls out as she puts down the soap dish and walks over to the front door. "Come on in!" she yells through the door.
There was another knock. This time, more urgently than before. As if someone were trying hard to get her attention. But who? And why now?
Rachel opens up the door with some trepidation. There stands a man dressed all in black. He looks tired but determined, his eyes looking straight ahead into hers.
"You can fix... people, yes? You can heal them, make them perfect again?" The man said, stumbling over his words.
"Yes, sweetheart. That is one of my powers. Who's hurt? And where?" Rachel says, the questions becoming second nature at this point.
"My wife, Helena... they attacked her. She's dying!"
Rachel noded. "Where exactly do you live"
The man told her, before falling asleep out of exhaustion. Rachel didn't have a moment to lose. She teleported to the poor man's home, and cast level 8 Greater Healing. The woman's wounds seemed to disappear slowly, until finally, they were gone completely.
Rachel smiled softly at Helena, whose face had been restored back to its natural beauty.
"Thank you so much," Helena breathed, tears streaming from her eyes. "I thought I'd never see you again, Rachel."
"Don't cry, dear. Everything will be okay soon. Just stay calm and let me take care of everything." Rachel said gently.
Helena nodded.
"What happened?" Rachel asked.
"Some men came by yesterday morning saying that our posesessions belonged to them. My husband, he tried to defend our home, and as a message, they did horrible things to me. They cut off my hair, broke my nose, beat me terribly..." Helena cried harder.
"Oh honey, don't worry about that right now. Let me find your husband and let him know you're fine."
Rachel turned around and saw the man sleeping on the couch. Helena smiled softly and held him in her arms. Eventually, he woke up.
"Honey, are you alright?" Helena asks.
He nods, then turns his head towards Rachel.
"You saved my wife?"
She smiles. "That's right. Thank you for trusting me enough to call me. I'm just so happy I was able to safe her life."
"We'll be forever grateful, Rachel. We love you very much."
"And we love you too, Helena. Now go rest. Your husband needs it." Rachel said, turning Helena away.
As Helena walked back to bed, she looked back at Rachel, smiling.
"Goodnight, Rachel. Sleep well."
Rachel waved goodbye and went back inside, closing the door behind her. She sat down on the chair next to her desk, enjoying the day. She absolutely loved saving lives, because it meant she got to help people every single night. It made her feel so special; being a healer was the best thing ever.
It had been nearly two weeks since Rachel had started working as a healer. Every night, she would go out and save people. Rachel hadn't lost a single person in two weeks, and was feeling incredible.
One evening, after healing a patient, Rachel was walking home when she heard a voice calling out to her.
"Mrs. Rosencross!"
Rachel stopped dead in her tracks, staring curiously. What if this person needed her help?
Rachel walked forward, and found herself standing in front of a young girl. She couldn't have been older than twelve or thirteen years old. Her brown eyes were filled with sadness, and her long dark hair fell neatly across her shoulders.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Rachel nodded.
"Do you mind coming with me?"
Rachel followed the little girl, who led her to a small park nearby. The place wasn't anything special, just a patch of grass surrounded by trees. The air smelled fresh, and birds chirped happily above their heads.
"So, what's wrong?" Rachel asked.
The little girl shrugged. "Well, I wanted to tell you something important."
Rachel nodded encouragingly.
"I want you to stop healing people."
Rachel blinked. "Why?"
"Because everyone wants to die. Everyone wishes they were dead.
Rachel slapped the girl. "How dare you say such a thing!" She yelled at her as the little girl started crying in pain and shock, falling down into her knees as she fell onto them in agony from being slapped so hard by Rachel. Rachel stood over her for several seconds until finally, the little girl spoke up once more, tears rolling out of those big brown eyes of hers.
"Please, don't stop doing what you do! It makes people feel better! And if they don't die, that means they're alive and can live their lives happily ever after with someone who loves them!"
Rachel smiled sadly and kneeled down next to the young girl as she started sobbing uncontrollably. The two stayed silent until eventually, Rachel had enough of the crying and pulled away from her embrace. She got back on her feet and stared at the little girl.
"Thank you." Rachel said softly. "I'm going to go home now, but please don't cry anymore. It hurts my heart so much to see you like this," Rachel said as she turned around and headed for home.
Rachel arrived back home, only to hear a loud banging sound outside. She opened the door and saw a man in a suit with a gun pointed directly at her.
"Drop the weapon!" he yelled, pulling the trigger.
Rachel jumped backwards, narrowly dodging the bullet.
"That's rude. I'll give you about 2 seconds to stop that shit or you're dead" Rachel snarled.
"Or maybe I should kill you now. Would that be more fun?" The man laughed evilly.
Rachel smirked. "You know, that sounds pretty nice actually. Go ahead."
The man fired his gun, but Rachel appeared to vanish, and reappear a few yards away, shooting the man in the chest with a spell. His body jerks violently, and he falls to the ground, clutching his stomach in pain.
"Let's try this again, shall we?" Rachel said, putting her foot on the man's chest.
"No, no, no, no!" he moaned. "Just leave me alone! I won't bother you again!"
Rachel glared down at the man. "That's not how it works."
The man grabbed her leg and yanked, trying to pull her off his chest. But Rachel's leg seemed to grow preternaturally heavy. With a sickening crunch, the man's hand slipped through her leg, leaving a bloody mess of meat behind.
Rachel quickly snapped the man's other hand off just as easily.
"Ahhhghh, God damnit, bitch! Get the fuck off me!" The man screamed, holding his hands to his stumps.
Rachel laughed. It felt good to vent her frustrations on this waste of skin. She took a step closer to him, her legs still planted firmly on his torso.
"You think you can scare me?" She said angrily. "You can't touch me, you stupid piece of garbage. You can't hurt me. Because I am stronger than you can imagine. Stronger than any man has ever been. And you will learn that the hard way, you worthless son of a whore!"
"Fuck you, you cunt!" The man yelled as he struggled against the earth itself, trying desperately to get free.
"Yeah? Well I'll fucking show you!" Rachel said, her eyes glowing red. "You're gonna wish you had never fucked with me. You're gonna beg for death before I'm done with you."
Rachel giggled as she snapped the man's cock off.
"Goddamnit, you crazy bitch! Stop playing games with me! Let me go, dammit!!" The man yelled.
But Rachel ignored his pleas and continued snapping off pieces of his body, laughing hysterically each time he cried out in pain. Finally, there was nothing left of him but a pile of flesh and bones on the ground.
Rachel stepped over him and kept walking, heading straight towards her house. She passed a group of homeless people sitting on a bench near a church. One of them shouted out to her.
"Hey there, miss! Can you spare us a dime?"
Rachel smiled, even those she was covered in gore. The men froze, but Rachel simply tossed some coins their way, making sure none landed on the ground. She walked past them without another word. They watched her walk by, confused and angry. She didn't pay them any more attention.
At last, Rachel arrived at her home. She unlocked the door and walked inside, shutting the door behind her. She put down her bag and removed her clothes, throwing them into the laundry basket.
"Now, where were we?" She said aloud, looking at herself in the mirror. "Oh yeah, I remember now." She said, giving herself a kiss. "I guess I should probably clean myself up before I go to bed." She smiled and turned around, seeing her reflection in the mirror. "Not bad at all."
She walked up to her bathroom sink and poured some water from the tap into a glass. She drank half of it before washing her face, removing the blood from her face using a towel. When she finished cleaning herself up, she dried her face and threw on a robe before walking back to her bedroom.
She laid on her bed and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep. As she slept, she dreamt of a beautiful woman. A gorgeous blonde woman who looked almost exactly like her. The dream ended abruptly when she awoke suddenly.
Rachel opened her eyes and saw that she was still wearing her robe. She looked around, surprised to find that she was still in her room. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand and noticed it read 4:30 AM. She sighed. It had been one hell of a rough day.
The police were in town investigating the man that Rachel murdered. There were already a lot of rumors flying about the incident, claiming Rachel killed him because he tried to rape her. There was a knock at her door. Two detectives stood there, waiting to be let in. Rachel smiled warmly and invited them in. "How can I help you, gentlemen?"
They both entered the room, taking seats across from Rachel.
"We'd like you to come downtown with us for questioning." Detective Brown said calmly.
"What for?" Rachel asked.
Brown leaned forward. "For murder." He said flatly. "We believe you killed that man. It doesn't seem like anyone else could turn a man into chunks of meat like that."
"He tried to rape me. I have no problem giving testimony to that effect." Rachel said coolly.
Brown nodded "If you cooperate with our investigation, you may avoid jail time."
Rachel nodded. "Let's go, then."
Rachel was taken downtown and questioned by two officers. The interrogation went smoothly enough; Rachel was cooperative and answered every question truthfully. After about an hour of questions, they thanked her and sent her home.
"You're free to go." Brown told her.
"Thanks for your help, ma'am." Brown added.
"Don't mention it." Rachel replied as she got up to leave.
"Wait, wait!" Brown called out. "There is something we need to ask you about."
"Yes?"
"Would you mind telling us why you did it?" Brown asked.
Rachel frowned. "I don't understand what you mean?"
"You heard me. Why did you kill him?"
"Because he tried to rape me." Rachel repeated.
"And that justifies killing someone?" Brown asked.
Rachel looked confused. "So I should have just let him rape me? What kind of question is that?"
Brown sighed. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to offend you, but you can't really expect us to accept what happened here today. We have a duty to protect the public from harm. That man posed a danger to the community, and he needed to be stopped."
"Well, I don't care what you guys think." Rachel said coldly. "I've done nothing wrong, and I don't appreciate you accusing me of a crime I didn't commit." She turned around and started walking out of the station.
"Hold on, Miss." Brown called out.
"Go fuck yourself." Rachel spat as she exited the building.
Later that evening, Rachel sat on her couch watching TV. She had spent the entire afternoon in court, being questioned by the detectives. The DA had decided not to press charges against her, citing lack of evidence. In the end, it had cost her $50,000 to keep her name out of the papers and get her record cleared.
The news came on, showing footage of the trial.
"Tonight, we take you live to the courthouse. Our cameras are outside the courtroom as the judge announces the verdict in the case of Rachel Rosencross vs. John Doe. This is Judge Darryl O'Leary." The reporter announced.
The camera zoomed in on the judge as he spoke.
"In a shocking twist of events, the defendant was found innocent due to insufficient evidence.