[ WP ] A brilliant scientist is found dead in their lab . Their lab notes simply state `` Please do not disturb my body , the experiment would be irrevocably ruined . ''

Do n't even know what made me think of magic, but whatever~ 
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 The old wooden door gave a loud creak; John winced at the disturbance to the silence of long empty corridors. John pushed the door open just enough for him to slip through, he took special care to close the door slowly, making as little noise as possible. 
 “ Professor? ” John hissed as he wondered slowly into the eerie lecture theatre, in search of the old lunatic. The lights were out and the large windows behind his desk were wide open, letting in a cold breeze that whipped at his face. The light switch was right next to him, but something was wrong, “ Professor? ” John hissed again with more urgency. 
 John crouched down behind the desk in the middle of the room and made his way toward the Professors personal desk by the window. He took care to move with the silent grace that the old crack pot had often praised him for. There was something slumped right in front of his desk. John held his breath and covered his mouth to contain his yelp of surprise, it was a person. John shuffled closer to the body and his eyes went wide with surprise as the pale face of professor Varec came into his view, illuminated by the luminescent full moon. John scrambled to his side and checked the professor ’ s pulse. 
 The butterflies in his stomach suddenly turned into hot lead and his gut felt like someone had thrown it off a cliff. John fought to contain the oncoming scream of surprise and upset at seeing such a sight. He didn ’ t know what he ’ d expected to find, but his mentor dead on the floor was not one of them. Panic started to kick in, his whole body tingled and he could feel the blood draining from his face. John ’ s crouched legs gave out and he landed flat on his bum, a sob or two escaping his lips. 
 
 There was an ever so feint rustling in the bleachers, someone was still here. John sniffed; wiping away the escaping tears and picking himself up off the floor, his face turned from sadness and surprise to one of supreme anger. He was glad someone or something was still here, they were going to pay dearly. 
 “ Come out now, before I burn you alive ” He snarled, taking a stance, ready to incinerate the entire left side of the lecture theatre and its inhabitants. 
 
 There was a loud click and the lights turned on. John squinted hard, temporarily blinded by the light. “ Oh do calm down, you young mages are far too eager for violence now days, it does make reasoning with you ever so hard ” Scolded the black clothed woman sitting casually at the back of the theatre. 
 “ You kill him? ” John snapped angrily, pointing a fist at her. 
 
 “ Dear me, you ’ re quick the charmer aren ’ t you. Has no one ever bothered to teach you how to address you ’ re superiors? ” said the woman. She flashed him a mocking smile and crossed the legs of her long, silken black dress. John was silent, his reply clearly evident in his eyes, so she continued. “ No, I did not ‘ kill ’ your friend. I was merely intrigued by his experiment, and came along to watch ”. 
 “ What? ” 
 
 “ Not to bright either I see, I honestly don ’ t know where he finds you idiots or how he puts up with an assistant who can ’ t even read! ” She sneered dryly. 
 
 John turned around and noticed the sticky note, stuck neatly to his breast pocket: “ please do not disturb my body, the experiment would be irrevocably ruined ”. 
 
 John ’ s anger was washed away by confusion. What experiment? He was dead. The professor had a habit of experimenting on himself, always trying new spells he ’ d come up with. It rarely ended well, but this was something else. Was it suicide? Had it gone wrong? Who was the woman? What should he do? Should he call for help? Was she lying? Had she killed him? 
 A million different questions were flying through his young, unrefined mind. 
 
 His pondering was short lived however and before he could ask the identity of the woman, he found himself flung across the room. He connected painfully with the chalk board. His body was on fire and his head was spinning, he must have hit it. The woman was now standing above him now, smiling grimly at him. “ Guess they never taught you not to threaten a witch, huh kid? ” 
 
 She cackled at John ’ s face of pure terror. “ Oops! ” She said for him, giggling like a little girl. She turned away and levitated toward the front seats of the lecture theatre, resettling herself and once again crossing her legs. 
 John groaned in pain as he tried to get up. “ Stay seated please ” She said sweetly. John continued to prop himself up. “ I insist ” She growled angrily at his disobedience. John felt his legs turn numb and he slumped painfully to the ground. 
 
 “ I wasn ’ t lying you know ” smiled the witch, “ I didn ’ t kill old Varec. I believe he ’ s trying to cure his lycanthropy again. I doubt it will work however, so when he wakes up.....He ’ s going to need a snack! ” Grinned the maniacal Witch, and with a flick of her delicate wrist John ’ s head was flung backward and slammed into the wall with a loud crack, the Witch ’ s cries of laughter echoed inside his head as he died. 

