Ghost of Glasgow: Immortal Stonekeeper Case Files #2 (2023) Chapter 13: Chapter 13: The Witch’s Disciple
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Jonathan found himself outside the gates of the asylum once again. Not like he relished the thought of revisiting this place, but Lucy had decided that something about the ritual smelled oddly familiar. Literally. The dark magic in the inscriptions possessed a whiff of magic very similar to the old woman in the asylum. Whether or not she actually was Baba Yaga, they did not know. But even common sense was enough to deduce that this woman was somehow closely related to Russia’s most powerful witch. Jonathan only hoped that Lucy would be of more help than he was back then. To his surprise, the duo was stopped by the wardens before they could enter. “Hey, remember me?” Jonathan’s voice sounded patronising even to his own ears. “I’m back to visit the same patient. You do remember me, right? I’m an associate of Angus.” “Yes, I’m not daft.” The chief warden did not deign to even look friendly this time. “That’s why we stopped you. Something has happened.” “If this is about my partner’s death, I thought Angus already cleared it with you. I was not the reason for—” “No, we don’t pretty much care about that.” He shook his head. “Baba Yaga died in her room just yesterday. Suicide, or so it looks. Don’t suppose you lot have anything to do with that?” Jonathan stepped back in shock. “W— What? Of course not! What reason would we have to kill her?” “What reason do you have to visit her, then?” the warden shot back. “I didn’t ask you the last time because questioning Angus’ associates wasn’t a good look. But our patient died shortly after you visited her. We’ve taken a look at the cameras; you guys had a brief altercation with her. What did you do to her?” “It wasn’t our fault!” Jonathan protested. “She got violent—” “— For a reason, didn’t she?” The wardens were all glaring at him now. “She had been catatonic for years. You show up, and she suddenly wakes up? You’re not fooling anyone. What is your relation to her?” The man backed away slowly. Not like their numbers frightened him, but he would be in a bigger heap of trouble if he used his powers on them. He had to get out of this with his words, which he last recalled, had only gotten him into more trouble than he had intended. “Gentlemen, if I may.” Lucy’s soothing voice drew all their attention. “Please direct your attention to me. I will explain everything.” The wardens turned to her immediately. “Lady, I recognise you,” the chief warden snarled. “You were with him the last time, too. Don’t think I can’t recognise you just because you dyed your hair black. You won’t get away with this. We have you now. The police will—” His mouth slammed shut as red flickered in his irises. Jonathan looked around him in confusion. The rest of the wardens seemed oddly petrified as well, as though they were frozen on the spot by an invisible force. “Open the gate for us,” Lucy commanded, and one of the guards pressed a button. The vampire sauntered into the hallway, and Jonathan scuttled in after her. A strange wave of magic washed over him as he passed through the gates. Lucy swivelled on her heel and turned back to the dazed-looking guards. “Forget we were ever here.” She waved her hand casually. “And carry on with your day.” The red glow in her eyes flickered away as she gave Jonathan a slight smirk. She snapped her fingers as a dark cloak materialised, draping over her body. Jonathan examined his slightly sparkling body in awe. “No need for disguises now. I have rendered us invisible to the cameras.” There was a slight hint of satisfaction in Lucy’s voice. She gestured to the lift. “Lead the way, Jon.” ~ ~ ~ The scene that greeted Jonathan once he stepped into the room did not surprise him. Of course, the wardens did not bother to take out the noose from the old woman’s neck, given that they had simply left her to the elements ever since she was imprisoned in this psychiatric ward. Jonathan stepped carefully over the fallen table, evidently kicked over in Baba Yaga’s struggle as she choked on the noos