Wonder Witch 4 – Part 2

It was late evening when Marjorie finally got back home.

With her duties as the crime fighting conjuress Wonder Witch, aswell as her work as a University professor, Marjorie was often exhausted when she got home. Too tired to do anything except feed her cat and go to bed.

Certainly too tired to check for blood thirsty, assassins hiding under her bed dressed as Vikings and wielding battle axes.

Fortunately, for Marjorie, she started having one of her out of body experiences; her spirit floating just inches from the ceiling of her bedroom and looking down upon her sleeping self.

Usually, nothing very much happened during Marjorie’s out of body experiences besides her thinking about cleaning her bedroom up or fixing the crack in the ceiling but, this time, as she looked down, she saw an axe waving, horny helmeted killer emerge from under her bed; raising his axe right over her head, poised to strike and she may well have lost her head at that moment if she had not woken herself up just in time to move out of harm’s way.

“Wow! I thought I was having another one of those crazy dreams but there really is a marauding Viking in my room”, she said, getting hurriedly off of her bed and onto her feet, “And he looks terribly angry. I better think fast”.

Using a spell of multiplication, Marjorie then made multiple, but illusory, copies of herself that surrounded the lumbering Viking assassin.

“Now. I wonder which is Wonder Witch?”, she said to her assailant, chuckling, “Can you tell?”.

The Viking didn’t answer but, grunting, just swung his axe randomly towards one of the images of Marjorie which, thankfully, passed harmlessly through it.

“Guess again, my horny helmeted friend”, said the Marjorie that was standing directly behind him, snatching off his helmet with one hand while smashing a plant pot full of marigolds over the bewildered barbarians head with her other.

Then, with the sound of shattering terracotta, the Viking fell unconscious onto her bedroom carpet.

“Thank goodness”, said Marjorie, sighing as she heard the concussed Viking snore, “But I have the feeling that you're connected with that other costumed assassin from this morning; the one dressed like Billy the Kid and if I don’t get to the bottom of this, I think there’ll be more attempts on my life by men in fancy dress costumes”.

Then, kneeling and placing her hands upon either side of the Vikings head she used her super psychic abilities to delve deep into the unconscious man’s mind.

“Hmm? That is odd”, thought Marjorie, her head suddenly filled with images from ancient Scandinavian history, “This man’s earliest memories are of hundreds of years ago. Either he’s very, very old or he doesn’t come from this time period at all. Perhaps the cowboy at the museum was the same”.

But then her telepathic trawling dredged up more recent memories; memories of a strange, alien looking creature and then she heard a loud, echoing sinister voice enter her mind.

“It is time that we met, young woman”, it said.