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The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 4: Illusions

... and use us as their personal whorehouse.” “But we bewitch them so they see what we want,” laughed Marybeth. “So relax, okay.” Noel frowned. “You're not Warlocks or Nuns or even Shamans. I've never seen blue auras before I met Lynn. We've been trying to puzzle out what that means all week.” Our Auras were blue? I had no idea. “We're Sorceresses,” I answered. “We worship a dead spirit. It's similar to a Warlock's Pact, but it doesn't involve selling your soul.” “We just give it to him,” sighed Ursula, stroking her belly. “Him?” Noel frowned. “The Ghost of Paris,” Cheryl-Lynn giggled. “We're his cult.” “I thought you were a group of lesbians. The Sapphicist?” “That's just what we tell them so they think we're still following the Gods orders. Nothing the Gods have commanded says we can't be lesbians who want to dedicate ourselves to their worship out in the pure countryside.” Noel smiled. “So you want weapons?” “As you can see, we have a Sheriff problem. And one day, things might get messy.” “I think we can work something out.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014 – Marissa Myers I strode to the barn, my twin marching at my side. Lizzy, Heather, and Tammy followed behind us. “I don't know about this,” Lizzy whispered. “It'll be alright,” I shrugged. “Shootin' a gun is the simplest thang in the wor “Our Pa taught us how to shoot when were only four,” Rhonda May added. My twin had an excited smile on her face. Her auburn hair fell loose about her shoulders. Her ...

... blonde highlights had faded away and she hadn't been able to get more dye. We passed Carla and the cheerleaders lugging heavy boxes out to the road. They were filled with mines that the Patriots had given us. They had also given us a collection of M16's, handguns, and even a few RPG's and grenades. We had quite the arsenal in the barn. “We all need to know how to shoot,” I said as we reached the barn. Lizzy nodded, her face pale and she trembled. “You'll love it,” my twin added. “It's excitin' shootin' a gun. Like that first time the Ghost touched you.” She gave a big, old smiled. “I'm eager,” Heather grinned and Tammy nodded. “I knew you'd be,” I laughed. “You're a redhead.” “And that makes me love guns?” the pregnant, young woman asked. “Yep,” I nodded, pulling out an M16. My pa had the civilian model, an AR15, so I had some familiarity with it. The main differences was the selector switch. It could fire semi-automatic, like my pa's could, but it also had a three round burst and full auto. “This is going to be fun.” I checked the breach and made sure there wasn't a round. “Safety first,” my sister said. “Always check to see if a weapon's loaded. You do that by pulling on the breech...” She demonstrated, pulling back on the breach bolt. “...and peering inside. Never look down the barrel of a gun, and never point it at someone unless you plan on shooting.” “And keep your finger off the trigger until your ready to shoot,” I added. “Trigger discipline is important.” “Wow, you ...