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Coven pt. 3

Pt.1 Pt. 2

The aftermath

Summary: The aftermath of the bus flip

WC: 1.8k

Warnings: Talks of rape, swearing, injuries from an accident, not really proofread

A/N: I wrote this literally in an hour because I was writing my other fic and really wanted to work on this.

Sadie had not slept at all. Her mind was too full of the events that took place that night. She couldn’t believe she let that happen. Of course, some disgusting frat boys would try to take advantage of Madison, why didn’t she think to keep a closer eye on her? She’s lucky Zoe was okay, she wouldn’t be able to handle it if something had happened to both of them on the same night. She shouldn’t have stayed and talked to Kyle—nice as he was—she should have excused herself back into the crowd, maybe she would have seen who was going off with Madison and been able to stop it.

And the crash. If you could even call it that, it was more of a catastrophic event. She understood why Madison had done it, but still felt bad for the few on the bus who were innocent. She kept thinking about Kyle, hoping that he had somehow survived the bus flip, though she didn’t feel confident that anyone would have.

Morning arrived at both the speed of light and the speed of a snail. Sadie got out of bed exhausted once she heard rustling and movement around the kitchen. She made her way down to the kitchen, where she found Nan and Queenie sitting at the table, their eyes glued to the TV, and Zoe standing next to Nan, her eyes on the same place as theirs. The voice of the newscaster filled Sadie’s ears.

“The Louisiana campus is still in shock over the tragic bus crash last night, nine members of the fraternity Kappa Lambda Gamma were on board. Seven of the boys died on the scene. Two were rushed to Troost Medical Center where they remain in critical condition.”

Sadie and Zoe looked at each other, shock and horror written on their faces. Madison walked in while the newscaster continued.

“Authorities will not confirm the identities of the deceased—”

Madison turned the TV off, leaving on the counter

“Hey, I was watching that!” Nan exclaimed.

“Why? it‘s yesterday's news. We got any Greek yogurt?” Madison turns and picks at a fruit platter, where Zoe and Sadie join her.

“We have to tell somebody what happened. They weren’t all in that room. The one I met—Ian—he wasn’t involved, wasn’t even aware of it. And he was on that bus—

“So was Kyle,” Sadie interrupted Zoe, “Who wasn’t there either. He was with me the whole time. He tried to stop it and chased after the guy who had recorded it Madison.”

Madison barely looked at them, still picking at the plate of fruit in front of her, when she replied.

“So what?”

“So,” Sadie said, aggregation from her bitchy tone settling in, “some of them were innocent, good guys with their whole lives ahead of them and you took that away. I understand some did something awful to you, and trust me I want them to be punished, but—”

Before Sadie could continue, someone walked in.

“What are we talking about?”

All eyes in the room turned to her, not noticing her presence before she spoke.

“The college boys? Taken in the prime of their lives. Such a tragedy,” She seemed to look pointedly at Madison when she spoke next. “It almost makes you want to cry, doesn’t it? I guess the world’s not going to miss a bunch of assholes in Ed Hardy T-shirts.”

In her typical blunt style, Madison questioned her.

“Who the hell are you?”

She didn’t acknowledge Madison’s question, instead continuing as if she was never interrupted.

“I’ve got to hand it to you. A bus flip? Not easy. But you were a sloppy, little witch bitch. And sloppy's going to put us all in jeopardy.”

“Go to hell, you stupid hag.”

Suddenly, the woman flicked her wrist at Madison, sending her into the air and crashing into the wall before falling back to the floor. The four other witches in the room looked on, shocked at what had just happened.

“I’ve read all of your files. You’re not going to become great women of our clan sitting around here at Hogwarts under the confused instruction of my daughter.”

It then clicked who this woman was to Sadie.

“You’re the Supreme?” She asked surprised, not expecting her to be the most powerful witch of the coven.

She didn’t respond. Instead, she looked at the girls and said, “We’re going on a field trip. Wear something black.” Then left the room.

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While the other four joined the Supreme on her little excursion, Sadie stayed back. After hearing the news of two of the boys being at the hospital, she decided she would pay them a little visit. See wanted to see who was lucky enough to survive Madison’s wrath.

She arrived at Troost Memorial Center contemplating how she was going to go about her plan. She knew she wouldn’t be able to get in their room, not only was she not family but they wouldn’t let her in while they were in critical condition. She instead decide she would loiter around, coming across their room by sheer luck, and enter it when no one was looking.

Miraculously her plan worked.

She had seen a messy mop of blonde hair through a blinded window. Hoping that it was Kyle’s, she waited until she was sure the coast was clear before entering the room. Sure enough, Kyle was there.

He was much less bright than he was the night before, in all senses of the word. His skin seemed dull and grey, where the night before it was glowing. His hair was uncombed and a mess, a great juxtaposition to the neat blonde locks she had seen on him the night before. He lay in bed, his eyes closed, with a large brace over his neck. His face had cuts of various sizes with bandages covering them, and she could see part of a bandage peeking out from under his hair. He had a cast on his left arm, as well as his left leg. He was so different. No, she didn’t know him, but from last night he seemed so jubilant. He had the cutest smile that would light up the whole town and the most beautiful chocolate-hued eyes. He seemed so full of life, he was funny, and he probably had a whole life of excellence ahead of him. And now, his future was so uncertain.

As Sadie stood there, felt as though someone dropped a weight on her chest. It was difficult for her to breathe, and tears were beginning to form in her eyes.

He didn’t deserve this.

She left Kyle’s side to go to the other bed, wanting to see who else survived, though she didn’t recognize who he was. She went back to Kyle, this time standing next to his bed. It was hard to look at him. He looked so peaceful asleep, yet she was sure he would be feeling anything but. With the tears falling from her eyes she leaned in a bit and whispered.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, wiping her tears before they could fall on him. “You didn’t deserve this.”

She decided she had been there too long, afraid someone was going to come into the room. She took one last fleeting look at Kyle and left for the academy.

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When she returned to the academy, she was met with only Nan, Queenie, and Madison. Noticing Zoe’s absence, she asked where she was.

“She didn’t tell us where she was going, just left.” Said Nan.

While the girls were at the academy, Zoe was at Troost Medical Center, just barely an hour after Sadie left. She wandered the halls, wondering how she was going to find Ian. She noticed a group of somber college students leaving their room and slipped in after them.

She first saw the boy Sadie was with, before walking further into the room, hoping to find Ian

“Please be Ian, please, please, please let it be Ian..” She whispered to herself as she approached the separation curtain. She moved the curtain to not see Ian, but instead Brenner, the boy who led the attack on Madison. Tears welling in her eyes, she moves closer to the bed, looking down at him.

“It should have been you asshole.”

She turns to leave, then pauses, looking back at Brenner. She made her way back to Brenner's bed, once again looking down at him. This time instead of anger mingled with sadness, it was anger mingled with a vengeance.

She reached under the covers, masturbating him. Climbing over his legs to staddle him, she guided him inside her. His eyes began to open, barely registering what was happening, before they started filling with blood. Soon, every orifice began bleeding, the machines he was attached to beeping wildly. She speeds up, knowing help will be arriving soon, and watched as the life slipped from his eyes. She climbed off him before finally leaving.

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Sadie was downstairs when Zoe came home.

‘Hey, where were you?” Sadie asked, “Cordelia and I asked but no one knew where you went.”

Zoe was silent for a moment, not knowing what to tell her.

“Uh, yeah, I had something to take care of,” Zoe said, hoping that Sadie would leave it at that.

But, of course, she did not.

“‘Something to take care of?’ Zoe, do you know how suspicious that sounds?” A light chuckle escaped her lips as she said that. Turning more serious she waited until Zoe met her eyes before saying, “You can tell me what you were doing, you know. I’m not gonna tattle.”

Zoe contemplated for a second, trusting Sadie more than anyone in the academy (with the exception of Cordelia). She went over to Sadie, sitting next to her before talking.

“I went to Troost. I wanted to see if Ian made it.”

“I went too,” Saide admitted. “I wanted to know if Kyle survived.” She paused, looking at Zoe when she said nothing. “Did Ian?”

Zoe’s eyes were filling with tears again.

“No,” she said, her voice wavering from being on the edge of tears. “No, he died when the asshole that attacked Madison survived.”

Sadie’s face twisted in concern.

“Which one?” She asked.

“The main one,” Zoe replies, sniffling. “The one who was on her when we walked in.”

Sadie was pissed. It wasn’t fair that the disgusting asshole who led the attack on Madison survived the crash when someone more deserving didn’t.

“That asshole’s alive?”

Zoe paused, turning away from Sadie’s eyes. Hesitantly, she replied.

“He was alive.”

Sadie looked at Zoe, all anger she felt melting into alarm and concern for the girl sitting in front of her.

“Zoe, what did you do.” She said, her voice mirroring her concerned state.

Instead of answering her question, Zoe stood from her chair, tears running down her face.

“It wasn’t fair! That asshole survived when he should have been dead! I only did what he deserved.”

Sadie stood up to meet Zoe, placing her hands on her shoulders. She waited until Zoe would look her in her eyes, before saying in a calm voice,

“Zoe, calm down, lower your voice. Did anyone see you?”

Zoe shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“Good.” Sadie said. She took her hands off her shoulders, leaning down to grab Zoe’s bag. Handing it to her, she told her, “Go to bed. If anyone saw you or if anything happens I’ll help you take care of it, okay? I promise. But you should get some sleep.”

Zoe took her bag from Sadie’s hands, wiping the last few tears off her cheeks. She shouldered her bag before thanking Sadie and making her way upstairs.

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