Yellow W.I.T.C.H.

"Walk Into The Cruel Heat" is a Soul Eater fanfic I've decided to do when bored. It will be in the first person and follow a young witch named Casey Laurence. Each chapter will be posted in a thread, and you can comment freely. This'll be the last time I say anything that isn't part of the story until the last chapter. So, here you go: Chapter One, Yellow.


I remember it, the day this whole mess started. I was only fourteen then, and it was a warm afternoon in the spring. We lived in Ohio, my family that is. We lived out on a farm, though we didn't really grow anything more than what we needed. Looking back, it should have been obvious that we were secluding ourselves from the world, but at the time that was all I knew.

See, my parents were both witches. My sister and I were as well, but we didn't know any magic yet. We didn't even know our animal forms, but that was mainly because out parents were shielding us from the real world. This world is a dangerous place after all, and it's certainly no place for a child with no skill.

Life got kinda boring on the farm sometimes. It was on one of those boring days that something happened. Something that would change my life forever, and whether it was good or bad, I don't know, but I do know that I wouldn't change it for anything.

My sister and I were laying in the back yard, bathing in the warm, golden light of the sun. We did that a lot when we wanted to think. We were trying to come up with a name for the snake we'd caught earlier.

"Flick?" I asked, then justified by adding, "'Cause he flicks his tongue so much."

"Nah. I think we should name him fang, cause he bites hard!" My sister had replied, pointing to the bite mark it had left on her arm durring the capture.

I never got to respond. Our conversation was cut short by a loud sound in the house. It sounded kind of like a scream cut short, followed by the breaking of glass. I don't quite remember our reasoning, but we decided to play rock, paper, scisors to decide who investigates. I won. I wish I had lost. My sister went into the house, and that was the last I ever saw of her.

I heard more commotion, my sister screaming back at me, "Run, Casey! Run!"

I didn't want to run, but I couldn't bring myself to go inside, so I did. I ran, and I kept running until I couldn't run anymore. It was there I fell on my knees and gasped for breath, hoping that when I went back everything was still as I left it. I knew it wouldn't be, but I could still hope.

My name is Casey Laurence. This is the tale of how I became a witch.