you?"
"We're the people who will try to get rid of
the witch," William explained.
"I'm a witch and he's wizard, and we want to
get a move on," Hilda explained in her own way. "So tell us where
the witch is who created all that havoc and we're off."
The man on the bed had by then found a
comfortable position in the corner where his bed touched the wall.
He held his pillow in front of him, as a defense against this
strange couple. "I know nothing. I don't know who you are talking
about, I don't know where she is, and I did not see her yesterday
either!"
"Right," said Hilda. "So you know who we are
talking about, you're scared out of your mind, and she's been here
longer than one day. You're really helpful already."
The wicked witch got to her feet and stood
close to the bed, Charlie trying to cower into his corner even
more. The concrete wall did not work with him. "Now just tell us
what you know and we'll go. It is in everyone's interest."
"She came here three days ago," Charlie
blurted out, his eyes almost glued to the wand that had somehow
appeared in the hand of the grey-haired woman. "No one knows her,
she flew through the streets on a broom. Everyone thought it was a
gimmick for a movie or so, until she screamed that she was going to
take over this town. And there was no camera-crew. Day before
yesterday she plowed over all the streets, as there were people
following her in cars and on bikes. I tell you, she's crazy. And
that is what I know. Can you go away now, please?"
"We'll go. Do you have any idea where she
usually is when she's not out?", William asked the man.
"I'm not sure, but try O'Malley's pub,"
Charlie said. As he spoke, a loud noise from far away sounded
through the still open window.
Hilda looked at William. "That's her." They
jumped on their brooms and chased out of the window, leaving
Charlie shaking on his bed.
"Why can't I just be drunk, like regular
people," the man muttered.
As Charlie lamented his situation, the witch
and the wizard were already gaining altitude and looking around.
From several places in the town large plumes of smoke billowed
upwards to the clear sky. Zelda was not taking half measures to
establish her presence.
"We need to go up some more, William," Hilda
said, "we're too low here."
As they climbed even higher, a roaring noise
caught William's attention. He looked around beneath them and saw a
lonely tank plow through the beat-up street.
"What kind of monster is that?", Hilda asked.
She already had her wand in hand.
"It is a military vehicle. They're hunting
Zelda, no doubt," William said.
"That? Against a witch? They're mad, like
everyone here," the witch snorted. "Let's go tell them that." The
sound of an explosion changed her mind. "Suck an elf! What was
that? Zelda, no doubt," she answered her own question.
"Sounds like it was over there," William
pointed. A new pillar of smoke confirmed his feelings, so they set
course for the latest place of havoc.
William recognised the area where the
explosion had been as they came closer. He knew this town fairly
well. "Shopping centre," he said, as he took the lead.
They arrived at a smoldering car-wreck. Smoke
came from the burning tires. The magical couple landed their brooms
on a piece of the road that was not completely upset and they had
their wands in hand, scanning for the presence of the witch they
were after. There was no sign of Zelda. There was, however, a sign
that others were near.
"Drop your weapons and put your hands over
your heads!", an amplified voice boomed through the street.
"Oh. Fabulous. Just what we need," William
said as he threw protection around himself and his witch. At the
end of the street was a kind of police car looking like a Land
Rover. The voice came from a big loudspeaker mounted on the
top.
Hilda looked at the car and pointed her
wand.
"No, wait, let me try to talk sense into
them," William warned her.
"Useless," Hilda decided, but lowered her
hand anyway.
William enhanced his