Black Magic Sanction

“I’m going to take my something special and shove it up your ass,” I muttered, helpless.

Lips pressed, Brooke flipped me over. I immediately turned back, but she had taken my phone from my back pocket, and I stiffened when I heard Ivy, telling me she was going to kill me if I didn’t answer her. Brooke smirked at my glare and closed the top, breaking the connection before tucking it in her pocket. The sound of chanting drifted to me, and finally Amanda stopped retching.

Brooke leaned close under the pretense of pulling me to a seated position. “Why didn’t you call your demon? You know how. I can see the smut on you.”

I lifted my chin. “I’m not a black witch,” I said, but a sharp tug on my arm cut my argument short. “Ow! Watch it, will you?” I was sitting upright as the others came back and ringed me in a justice that went all the way back to our beginnings. No one would know. And in time, no one would care.

“Rachel Morgan,” Brooke intoned, and I knew this was it. “You hereby have the choice of becoming magically neutered and rendered incapable of bearing children—or permanent imprisonment in Alcatraz.”

I stared at them, appalled. “You are bullies. All of you,” I said, then yelped when Wyatt shoved me over. My breath whooshed out, and I flipped the hair from my eyes, glaring at them.

“Alcatraz it is,” Brooke said, pleased.

Six (#ulink_263b3f37-fbd4-5327-b5b6-965c373f11b2)

The heat was on against the damp chill in the low-ceilinged room where we ate, but I still felt cold. It was noon according to the clock past the gates that separated us from the kitchen, but it was three by my internal clock, and I was hungry. The scrambled eggs in front of me were not going to pass my tongue, however. They looked good enough, but the sulfur in them would give me a migraine. It smelled funny in here, sort of a mix of dead fish and decayed redwood. Depressed

I picked at a piece of toast, thinking the butter tasted off. Not enough salt? I wondered, dropping it. I almost wiped my hands on my spiffy-keen, orange jumpsuit, but stopped at the last moment. Not knowing when I’d get a new one, I licked my fingers instead. Across from me was my upstairs neighbor, a sallow-looking witch who had ignored me so far as he dipped his toast into his coffee before eating it. To my left was Mary. I’d met her earlier by way of conversation around the wall between us, and my first sight of her had been a shock; the woman was so thin she looked ill. To my right was a middle-aged guy who never spoke. Most everyone was talking. Alcatraz wasn’t a big place, and it was kind of … homey. Maybe it was because we were on an island with no ley lines, surrounded by salt water. There simply was no escape.

Unhappy, I pushed my tray away and sat with my plastic coffee mug. I’d been here since the midnight boat brought me over with a load of canned goods, handcuffed to a pole in the middle of the boat. Since then, I’d showered in salt water in a big empty room—as if being on an island surrounded by salt water wouldn’t take care of earth charms on its own—reshowered in freshwater, been poked, prodded, gossiped over, and given a new band of charmed silver with my name on it. It had been a relief to finally get to my cell, where I fell into an exhausted sleep hours before everyone else. I felt like a dog at the pound. And like a dog, I worried that my owner wouldn’t come pick me up. I hoped it was Ceri who summoned me out of here, not Al. I couldn’t call Al for help while I wore charmed silver, but he could summon me. I had to believe that I’d be summoned by someone, eventually.

At least I’d gotten the cremation ashes off me, I thought as Mary jostled my elbow, and I blinked when her smile showed she was missing a tooth.

“You heard about the food then?” she said, glancing at my tray, pushed to the middle.

“What do you mean?” I took a sip of coffee.

“They drug it,” she said, and the guy across from us shrugged, continuing to tuck in.

I didn’t swallow, my mouth full of coffee as my gaze went between them, wondering if it was truth or prison razzing. The big guy across from me seemed to be enjoying his breakfast, but Mary looked like she hadn’t eaten in years.

“It is! “she said, eyes wide in her thin face. “They put in an amino acid that binds to the receptors in your brain to chemically strip you of your ability to do magic if you eat enough.”

I spit the coffee out, and the guy across the table guffawed as he chewed. Feeling ill, I set the coffee aside, and Mary nodded, adding enthusiastically, “Your sentence is based on how much of your ability they want to take away. I’ve got thirty years left.”

The witch across from me finished his eggs and eyed mine. “You’d get early parole and be out of here by spring if you’d eat,” he said.

Mary cackled at that, and I glanced at the guards, busy not caring. “So how long are you in for, Rachel?” she asked, eyes on the demon scar on my wrist. She obviously knew what it was.

“Life,” I whispered, and Mary cringed.

“Sorry. I guess you should eat, then. I got sixty years for killing my neighbor,” she said proudly. “His damned dog kept peeing on my monks-hood.”

“Monkshood Mary …,” I said, recollection raising my eyebrows. “You’re Monkshood Mary? Hey! I read about you in school!”

She beamed, extending her hand. “Hey, Charles, see? I’m still famous. Glad to make your acquaintance,” she said as if having rehearsed it a thousand times, and I took her bird-light hand, feeling like it might break in my grip.

“I’m Charles,” the man across from me said, and his hand engulfed mine. “That there is Ralph,” he added, nodding to the silent man on my right. “He doesn’t talk much. Been kinda down since the cell next to him went empty last year.”

“Oh. Sorry.” I glanced at him. “Someone got out, huh?”

Mary picked at her crust, skirting where the butter was. “Tried. If they catch you alive, they neuter your magic the old-fashioned way. Ralph, show Sunshine your scar.”

Sunshine? I thought, not happy about the nickname, but Ralph put down his fork and pulled the hair up from his forehead. “Oh my God,” I whispered, and he let his hair fall, turning back to his meal and carefully manipulating the fork … concentrating on it. Slowly, very slowly. They had lobotomized him.

“Tha-that’s inhuman,” I stammered.

Charles stoically met my horrified gaze. “We’re not human.”

Silence fell, and I felt cold. I had to get out of here. Like now! Why hadn’t anyone summoned me home yet? Ivy said she was okay, but what if Jenks really was hurt and she’d been lying so I wouldn’t worry?

I was so lost in my thoughts that I jumped when I realized someone was standing behind me. I turned, coming eye to middle with one of the biggest women I’d ever seen. She wasn’t fat, she was big. Big boned, big chested, big ankles, and big hands. Her pudgy face made her eyes look small, but they glinted with intelligence.

“Hey, Mary,” she said with a southern accent. It wasn’t the elegant sound of a southern belle, but the ugly twang of trailer trash on the edge of the woods with a trampoline out front and stacks of TV Guides by the door. Her fat-lost eyes stared at me as she casually took Mary’s tray, holding it over the smaller woman’s head while she shoveled her breakfast into her mouth.

“Lenore, this is Rachel,” Mary said, her tone shifting to a respectful fearfulness. It pegged my bully meter, and my face warmed. “Rachel has Mark’s old cell,” Mary finished.

Lenore’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t need dis, honey,” she said, setting Mary’s tray down and taking up mine. “Yer figure’s jest fine. Let Auntie Lenore take care of yo-o-o-ou.”

Just how many syllables are in “you”? I thought dryly. I wasn’t going to eat it, but I wasn’t going to let Auntie Lenore think she could walk over me either. Trouble was, it was kind of tight at the table, and she held the tray right over me.

I took an angry breath. Mary shook her head, scared. The posted guards weren’t watching. They were careful not to, by my estimation. Fine. “Charles, make a hole,” I said, and the man casually made a little hop with his hip. Three people protested as he shoved them down, but his bulk made the move fast and easy.

I ducked under the table and slid all the way to the other side, popping up beside him and stepping up onto the bench seat. Standing taller than Lenore, I jerked my tray away. Or at least I tried. The woman had a grip on it as if it was a ticket out of here.

The surrounding conversation died, and all eyes turned to us. Lenore was staring at me as we both held my tray. “You think you can take me, skinny ass?” she said, eager for a fight, and I sighed. Why hadn’t Ivy summoned me out before I had to fight someone?

“What I think is, you’d better let go of my tray before I jam it down your shirt,” I said. “Anyone ever tell you that you look like an orange in that jumpsuit? Auntie Lenore? More like Auntie Clementine.” Hey, if I was going to fight this woman, I was going to do it right.

“You skinny bitch!” she shouted, and people moved. Except for the guards watching us.

“Rachel, no!” Mary said as she scrambled up. “Stop or they’ll gas us!”

Not as long as the guards were in here laughing. Lenore made a fist with her free hand. The fork was in it, placed to gouge. She yanked me across the table. I let go before she could pull me into her and dropped, sitting on the table. Bracing myself, I kicked out with both feet, hoping to hit her solar plexus hard enough to wind her. It could be over in ten seconds.

My feet slammed into her. Lenore didn’t move, and the shock reverberated all the way back to my spine. My jaw unclenched, and I slowly sent my eyes up to see her smiling at me. My God, the woman was built like a tank. Lenore smirked, then slammed the tray onto my head.

It hit hard, and my vision spun. “You got yerself a sparkly,” she said, grabbing my wrist. Suddenly I found myself careening down the table as she walked, me sliding into everyone’s trays until I fell off the end in a crash of tin and plastic.

“Ow!” I yelped as I hit, sprawled on the floor.

“Pretty sparkly,” she said sarcastically, and I slipped in coffee and eggs as I tried to get up, helpless in the woman’s grip. “Dey only make demon summoners wear dees,” she said, wedging a thick finger between me and the charmed silver. “You summon demons?”

“No,” I panted. “But I’m a liar, too.”

“Then you don’t need it none,” she said, trying to pull it off me.

“Hey! Stop!” I yelled, but the guards only laughed. I was covered in egg and coffee, and half the table was angry with me for dragging their breakfast onto the floor. “Ow!” I shrieked as real pain stabbed through my wrist. “Let go!”