<span style="font-style: italic"><div style="text-align: center;">"For now lets make a truce. You become my weapon, and I won't make you into a pile of flesh and bones. And if your a really good girl I will give you this back."</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">“<span style="font-style: italic">You are a powerful creature no doubt.</span>”  Anna said, still in shock at how easy the witch disabled her.  “<span style="font-style: italic">And if you were the murder I reckon I would already be dead before I could make an attempt at your life.</span>”</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">Anna was truly surprised at the ease in which her body was controlled by the witch, though she was slowly learning she was out of her element in these supernatural battlegrounds.  Her eyes quickly darted to the doll, and in turn the hair that was strapped across it.  While she could not make out any features for sure, she presumed that it was indeed her hair that was strapped around it.  She figured this was the source of the witches power over herself.  She knew she would have to try and get that from her before long, as she did not fancy the thought of that creature having complete control over herself.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">“<span style="font-style: italic">Who knows.</span>”  She paused as she let her gun fall to her side.  “<span style="font-style: italic">Even if you will end up killing me in the end, my gun is yours for now.</span>”</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">She finished, knowing full well that the ball was forever in the demons court.</div>