The Robo-witch Part 2

As I face the witch, I move in a little closer so I can show her something that matters deeply to me and should matter to her.… Her brain is fast, her knowledge is vast. I project my own illusion of one of the times we’’ve shared. As she studies the image, she'’s in awe. A tear falls from her eye. Her face transforms to craziness, then she'’s back to herself……her stomach rumbles…I see, angelic signs all around me. She’s presenting herself as symbols that I understand well (I remember during my birthday she gave me different gift’s). They all were symbolic to me in different ways—so I studied each one well. They'’re kept within the brain, the weakness of the witch; her blueprints to the witch's self-destruction. I may only separate the angel from the witch with them. They'’re one of the pieces to defeat her, as I see multiple symbols throughout the room. I then hear her whispers from the abyss.

"Free me! You handsome man!"

As I move closer, my eyes begin to shift images—the reality ripples, and I begin to see the angel once more. I look towards her beautiful face…...a tear comes from my tear ducts, and I'’m once again reminded of our past.

My mind goes into confusion, and I start hallucinating a different time and place; one where we spent long hours together in the warmth, me finding herself great, lovely, my soul-mate, where the devilish witch hadn’t called the shots much, when me and this beautiful woman were one.

…The witch begins stomping her robotic foot, masked in flesh. Her shoes small, her breath wicked—as I’'m moving forward, I can see how terrible she looks and is. I see the smallness of her nose, I see the cold dead eyes, I also see her pain. Her pain speaks to me. Her pain is what had brought me and the angel together, made us one. My pain was her pain, her pain mine, and I will never forget all the beauty she had to endure to become the woman she is—trapped in a witch's body.

As the angel and I were talking, the robot would allow her to talk for six hours within the day, but the hours were not enough. They didn’t’’t last. As I move forward, I see one of the witches begin to create fire within her claws. As she vibrates and her hands go back and forth, the electricity is of bluish-black shadow’. I’m getting annoyed. I bring my hammer up and smash the floor and bolt. I look behind as I’m running. I then paint a gruesome picture with my imagery, due to the reason the witch is still close, and respects the mind more than muscles—which will help bring down her grandiosity.

The witch/angel had taught me imagery with my hands, among other things. The image of a bladed sphere attacking her, slicing her well. I retract the imagery because it happens to work, only around the witch. The imagery is of her, but of a wrecking ball, like the heart she holds in her chest.…..

I remain escaping the complex, quickly. I feel fire, electricity, the paws of the wolves; Images that the witch can dual conjure along with the shadow puppets. I need to plan my next attack, and I need to do it quickly,… as my health begins to decline. It hurts to move, but I must continue. I feel all sorts of pain originating from separate parts of my body, and I can hear her crackling laughter once more. She stops for a second and tells me, “Don’t visit too long next time.”…

I look back to the stairs as I'’m exiting the building, and I can see her…cockroaches surround her. She retracts the imagery that she projected before. As it gets sucked into her mind, I hear the calls of 1,000 men asking for help, as they're controlled by the woman of the night the devil with the angelic face, and personality of the druid…...