Journey Into Mystery

Agatha used magic to move the furnitures away and told me to sit in the centre of the room. As I sat down, she used magic once more to put a ritual spell around me.

Agatha: Ok honey listen up. This is psychic magic meaning I'm going to have to connect you to your mind... and temporarily open your third eye.

"My third eye?"

Agatha: Yeah, it is real, hon.

"I've seen goblins, witches and magic in one day, having a third eye isn't a stretch."

Agatha conjured a biscuit.

"What is that?"

Agatha: A biscuit. You're gonna need it.

I got the biscuit, and ate it

Agatha: Ready?

"Ready."

Agatha: Ok Wanda, you will start to feel really sleepy.

My vision started to blur, my eyelids started to get heavy. I decided not to fight the feeling and as I closed my eyes, I fell asleep.

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Darkness. Nothing. Suddenly, light.

I started to see light, but my eyes were still closed. It was probably my third eye seeing for me.

I looked at where I was. Someone open, yet closed. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere peaceful.

I felt a blink and suddenly, my hands appeared. I touched myself and felt my body.

"What is going on?"

A puff of purple smoke brought Agatha.

Agatha: We're in your mind Wanda. Everything here is a projection of your mind.

"Including you?"

Agatha: No, this is really me.

"But how?"

Agatha: Psychic magic, sweetie. I'm a witch.

Young Pietro: Daddy!

Suddenly, a young Pietro runs past Wanda and Agatha.

"What's going on?"

Agatha: It's you, Wanda. You're accessing a memory.

Suddenly, the whole surrounding was covered in red smoke. The smoke went away to reveal a small suburban dining room.

Mr Maximoff: Pietro, stop running. Where's your sister?

Young Wanda: Here!

I turned to see a younger me run to my father and give him a big hug.

Young Wanda: Daddy, will Mother make it tonight?

My father softly sighed.

Mr Maximoff: I'm sorry Wanda, but I think-

Mrs Maximoff: I think I just made it in time, don't you?

I turned to see who it was that spoke, my mother.

Agatha: Who is that?

"Impossible. She can't be-"

Agatha: Wanda, I thought you said your mother died during childbirth.

"I-"

Suddenly, the room started the shake.

The wall exploded. I watched as my father shielded me and Pietro as a crimson light illuminated from the smoke, and a figure stepped in.

Agatha: Impossible.

"Who is that?"

Agatha: The Scarlet Witch.

The Scarlet Witch, a woman of tall posture, crimson hair, glowing red eyes, and a dark red outfit with a red cape walked in.

Scarlet Witch: Maximoff. I finally found you.

My father stood up.

Mr Maximoff: Who are you? What do you want?

Scarlet Witch: Give me the girl and no one has to get hurt.

Mr Maximoff: Get out of my house.

Scarlet Witch: I wasn't asking.

Mr Maximoff: Neither was I.

The Scarlet Witch took a step forward and my father put his hand on her to stop her, but the witch slammed his face to the table, and twisted his hand.

Young Pietro: FATHER!

The witch kicked our father down to the ground, our mother embraced us.

Mrs Maximoff: Erik... get up, Erik.

The Scarlet Witch raised her hand but then a metal pipe flew from across the room and hit her at the head.

Mr Maximoff: GET THE KIDS OUT!

My Mom picked up Pietro and I, and ran out of the room. The Scarlet Witch picked herself up and wiped off blood from her face as different metallic objects blocked the way out, trapping the witch and my father inside.

Scarlet Witch: You know I will get her eventually right?

Mr Maximoff: I can't let you get her.

Scarlet Witch: Don't make me do this.

The utensils, cooking equipment, everything metal suddenly started to levitate behind my father. The Scarlet Witch sighed as her eyes started to once more glow.

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I remember parts of that night, or at least I think I do. I sometimes see it in my nightmares.

I remember running out of the house and into the forest with Pietro and a woman I didn't know till just moments ago was my Mother. I remember as we ran we suddenly stopped to see a flash of red light come from our house marking the death of our father.

I watched as the memory played, as my Mother knelt down to look at me and Pietro. Both young and afraid.

Young Wanda: Mommy, I'm scared.

Our Mother hugged me and Pietro, who were both in tears.

Mrs Maximoff: Wanda, Pietro, you both listen to me. I know you're both afraid-

Young Pietro: NO MOM-

Mrs Maximoff: I'm sorry. I'm sorry my loves. I wish it didn't have to be this way, but you are going to be afraid, but never alone.

Our mother held both our hands and connected my hand to Pietro, and I saw as younger me held on to Pietro's hand tightly.

Mrs Maximoff: You two are going to watch over each other okay? You two will keep each other safe... and one day... we will be together again.

Young Wanda: Mommy-

Suddenly, red magic started to choke our Mother. The Scarlet Witch pulled our Mother and held her by her neck.

Young Wanda: MOTHER!

Mrs Maximoff: I'm sorry.

The Scarlet Witch snapped our Mother's neck, and me and Pietro watched as her lifeless body dropped dead to the ground.

"Who is she?"

I turned around to face Agatha Harkness.

"Who is she? The Scarlet Witch?"

Agatha: Umm.. Wanda?

Suddenly, I felt as though wind was blowing, and I turned back. Leaves were being blown at me, young me. I saw as my past self clenched her fist, and tears trickled down her face... and a flicker in my eye.

Suddenly, my eye started to flicker red. It kept flickering and red smokes of magic started to surround my fists.

Agatha: Impossible.

Suddenly, the little girl's eyes glowed red, magical energy started to flow around my body, and as she looked at the Scarlet Witch, I could only see one emotion.

Rage.

Suddenly, as I screamed in rage, magical beams shot out of my hands and hit the Scarlet Witch. The Scarlet Witch cast a protective shield as I kept shooting magic at her.

I watched as each second passed, I was consumed more and more with rage. The magic was getting stronger, pushing the Scarlet Witch back more and more.

Young Wanda: Get... OUT!

Suddenly, a big powerful blast came out and hit the Scarlet Witch. It hit her so hard that she flew back and crashed into a mirror. Not really a mirror but then suddenly, as though there was a magical barrier made of glass behind her, she crashed through it and got consumed into a void of darkness before the crack closed itself.

I walked to look at my younger self, and I watched as her eyes stopped glowing before the whole surrounding before me turned to vapor and as I woke up, all I heard where whispers.

?: Let me out! LET ME OUT NOW!

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