Disclaimer: I do not own Left 4 Dead, nor any of the characters, only Wi (Witch), and Jacob. Only page that I am going to place this on, so now on with the story…

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The Witch and The Boy

The Witch crawled across the street, keeping in the shadows of the piles of rubble that littered the road. The sound of glass breaking made her halt her movement, the Witch focused her red eyes on the building in front of her and she let out a low his.

She had long straight black hair that hung halfway down her back. Her skin was pasty white, she was of slight build, and as with all Witches; she was way under weight. Her hands and feet had claws instead of fingers and toes, and her mouth was filled with razor sharp teeth.

She stayed in her position, staring into the shattered window of the store, waiting for something to come leaping out. She then scrambled to get to the other side and dove into an old apartment building. The Witch stopped as her nose picked up a familiar scent.

Human…

She licked her tongue hungrily as she walked silently through the door into the living room of an apartment. The sound of someone crying made the Witch stop, something tugged at the back of her mind, memories of a little girl crying over something…

She shook her head and gave a small hiss. She listened to the sound of the crying, it sounded like a child. The tugging on her mind began again, only this time with more force. She placed her clawed hands on each side of her head and collapsed to the carpeted floor with a loud shriek of pain.

Her body began to shake and she curled up into a ball, whimpering and crying out every time her mind flared with pain. As soon as it came the pain vanished and the witch was left with her eyes closed, panting for breath. A gasp made her open her eyes, revealing them not as red as they used to be and red pupils and irises. She slowly lifted her head and looked at her surroundings.

'Where am I?'

'Wait…am I…thinking coherently? I have my mind back?!'

All of those thoughts went through her head when her eyes caught sight of a 10-year-old boy, staring at her with wide, fear filled eyes.

The boy had close cropped black hair and his brown eyes were covered in almond shaped eyelids, meaning Asian heritage. He wore a dark blue hoodie, a pair old black sweat pants and a pair of white Nike sneakers. In his hands was a pistol that he was pointing at her, shakily.

The Witches eyes widened in fear and she raised a hand.

"Wait…hmmm-mm! Wait…!" she spoke in a scratchy voice.

The boy screamed and ran through the door beside a musty couch. The Witch scrambled to her feet and ran to the doorway, only to hear a window shatter and a loud shriek of fear from the boy and a growl from a hunter. She peeked around the door and saw the boy pointing his pistol at the hoodie wearing zombie. Just as his fingers tightened on the trigger, the hunter leapt.

BLAM!

The bullet missed…

The Hunter landed on the ground and howled at the boy who cried out and dropped the gun to the ground. The Witch stared in horror, she had to do something. Suddenly her instincts kicked in and she let out a wail and lunged through the doorway and tackled the Hunter to the floor.

It clawed at her face, she batted the hand away and tore her claws across its chest. It howled and threw her into the wall, she leapt to her feet, shrieked loudly and swung her arms in a blur of motion, tearing the Hunter repeatedly. With the last swing of her hand, the hunter went flying back through the window with a loud cry and crashed into the dumpster in the alley.

She stood there panting, her hands and arms covered in blood. Whimpering brought her back to the world and she turned to she the boy had pressed himself into a corner and was covering his head with his arms. She immediately grabbed one of the curtains and wiped her self off, then threw it into a corner and slowly walked over to the sobbing kid.

"Shh, don't worry…I'm not going to hurt you," she whispered as she kneeled down beside him.

His head jerked up and he tried to back through the wall as he tried to get away from the Witch that looked at him with sad red eyes.

"L-leave me alone! G-get away from me!" cried the boy as the tears continued to fall from his eyes and he placed his face in his hands.

The Witch immediately reached over and pulled the boy into an embrace, the boy stiffened in fear at first but then returned it and cried on her shoulder. She gently placed her hand on the back of his head and rocked back and forth.

"Shhh, its ok, shhhh!" she said in a soothing voice.

The boy stiffened when he realized what he was doing and began to shake in fear again. The Witch pushed him from her and looked into his wide fear filled eyes.

"I have told you, I am not going to hurt you…what's your name?" she asked him.

The boy looked down at the clawed hands in his and spoke in a shaky voice.

"M-my name is Jacob, Jacob Miller…what's yours?" he asked.

The Witch opened her mouth to speak, but her mind went blank, she couldn't remember her old life. She couldn't remember her friends, family nor her name. Jake's eyes widened.

"You don't remember your name, do you?"

A tear slid down her cheek as she stared at the floor, she shook her head no. Jake just sat there and watched as the Witch, a bloodthirsty being, cried real tears. Suddenly an idea came to him.

"Hey, can I call you Wi?"

She looked up and wiped her eyes with the back of her hands.

"Why, Wi?'

"Because, its beginning of 'Witch' and I don't want to call you that!" exclaimed Jacob with a look of disgust.

Wi laughed as she carefully picked the ten-year-old and held him in a hug, tears falling from her eyes. Jacob returned the hug with tears of his own.

"Thank you, thank you for trusting me enough…I have a name again!" Wi said Happily.

Jacob smiled.

"A-and I am not alone anymore!"

Jacob and Wi broke apart and the boy looked down at her chest. His eyes bugged and he spun around covering them with his hands. Wi raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Jake? What's wrong? Why did you turn from me?"

The boy responded, without turning around.

"Um, my mom, er, told me to never, you see…look at a woman without any, uh…clothes!" he finally stuttered out.

Wi's face turned red with embarrassment as she looked down and examined her body.

"Um…heheh…you wouldn't know where I can find some clothes my size?" she asked the boy, who still had his hands over his eyes.

Jake nodded his head and pointed with one of his hands, keeping the eye shut underneath, down the hallway.

"The door on the right wall is my, parents old room, you should find some of my mom's old clothes in there!" he said.

Wi smiled and then went to the door and stepped inside. Jake counted to twenty, very slowly and then walked toward the door, waited five more seconds and then opened it. He opened his eyes in surprise, Wi stood near his mom's closet wearing a black tank top, and a pair blue jeans. She turned to see Jake with his mouth hanging open, she smiled. Jake closed his mouth and then sniffed as he wiped a tear from his cheek.

"Are you ok Jake?" asked Wi as she knelt in front of him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Jake tried to smile, but broke out into sobs as he threw himself on Wi, crying on her shoulder.

"Y-you l-l-look j-j-just l-like my m-m-m-mom!" he said between sobs.

Wi gave Jake a sympathetic look and then, she didn't know why she did it, kissed his forehead. Jake's tears stopped flowing and he looked up at her with a smile that glowed so much that it could make a Hunter run away in fear.

"I don't want to stay here anymore, can, uh, can I…?" he began to ask.

Wi smiled at him and placed her other hand on his other shoulder.

"Come with me? Of course! I wouldn't leave a child behind, I was planning on bringing you with me anyways!" she said.

Jake looked up with a look of gratitude.

"Where are we going anyways?"

Wi paused at that with a frown.

"You know…I never thought about that, I can't take you to the places where most of the infected live. I don't know where we could go!"

Jake thought for a moment and then snapped his fingers. Wi looked down at him with a look of confusion.

"I've got it! The last couple of night a helicopter has been flying over the city, telling anyone who is a survivor to go to Mercy Hospital, so we can go there!" said Jake with excitement.

Jake slowly stood up, walked towards his dad's closet and opened it. Inside was a duffle bag, clothes, a gun rack, and a lock box where he kept the ammunition. With Wi's help he was able to stuff the bag with pistol, riffle and shotgun ammo. Wi went to the gun rack, picked up the shotgun and slung it over her back. She then did the same for the riffle, as she was turning away she noticed a pair of walkie-talkies, she picked them up and handed one to Jake, who was placing a few blankets in the bag.

"That should do with the weapons for now. Let's go to the kitchen and get some food," said Wi as she picked up the heavy bag as if it weighed nothing, Jake's eyes turning round as saucers.

Before Jake left the room, he went to his mothers closet, pulled a jean jacket from the hanger and rolled it up in his hands. As he entered the hall, a loud hissing/cry echoed from the kitchen, followed by a thud and a wail. Jake drew his pistol and slowly crept down the remainder of the hall to the kitchen doorway. When he peeked around the corner he gasped.

Wi was standing over the body of a plain infected, its throat had been torn out and Wi's hands were covered in blood.

"Wi? Wha-? AAHHH!" cried Jake as something wrapped around his chest and jerked him onto his back. He screamed as it dragged him toward the still opened front door, Jake looked up and his eyes widened in fear. A Smoker stood there with its mouth hanging open as it pulled on its long tongue, pulling the squirming boy closer and closer. Jake stared hopelessly as his death neared, suddenly a white blur flew over him.

"JAKE!" cried Wi as she sliced through the tongue, releasing Jake, and then started to tear the smoker apart.

Jake slowly sat up and hissed as his chest flared with pain. A warm hand, with long claws, gently rubbed his back and helped him to his feet.

"Are you alright Jake? It didn't hurt you did it?" asked Wi with a worried expression as she examined the boy from top to bottom.

"I'm fi-humf, fine, Wi. But my left leg really-hisssssss- hurts," whispered Jake as he shifted his left leg, a few tears of pain in his young eyes.

Wi let out a sigh of relief, she placed the now full duffle bag, filled with ammo, blankets and a small amount of non-perishable food, on the ground. She then hugged Jake and kissed his forehead again.

"I know we just met, but I don't want anything to happen to you," she whispered, "I…I feel as if you are my son, no this is not a memory but, I…felt very protective of you…that's why I did that!"

Jake looked up at her first in shock and confusion and then in joy and happiness. Tears flowed down his eyes as he hugged the Witch, that had saved his life twice, back.

"I…feel that you are my mother," he said as he reached for the rolled up jacket, (how it stayed with him and not the gun I do not know), he picked it up and handed it to her.

Wi took it and unrolled a jean jacket that was a dark blue color, almost navy, and held it in front of her. She looked down at Jake, who was smiling with tears still flowing.

'T-this j-jacket was my mom's, I-I want you t-to have it," Jake said as he wiped his eyes, "She would have wanted someone else to wear it when she…"

Wi pulled him to her chest again and lifted his chin up with a claw.

"Thank you, I-I don't deserve this, any of this! Because of the way I am, who I am and what I am! I-I d-d-don't…"

She never got to finish as Jake sat up and with tears falling from his eyes, asked.

"C-can…can I call you…Mom?"

The heart in Wi's chest that was supposed to be dead, fluttered with life. She stood up and pulled Jacob to her, she looked down and gave him the warmest smile she could.

"I would be honored to be called Mom, by you, Jake!"

After a minute of hugging and the sun lower in the sky, Wi picked up the duffle bag and hung it across her back, after she had loaded the shotgun and strapped the rifle to Jake's back. They then set off, keeping away from the shadows and cars, for with the slightest touch the alarm could go off announcing food to the city of infected. They talked as they walked along the streets, scanning for any infected that hid in the shadows.

"How long were you in your house, Jake?" asked Wi as her red eyes glanced around in the surrounding darkness.

"I have been there since the outbreak," answered Jake who nearly tripped over a large piece of rubble.

Wi smiled as she helped him to his feet. He went on to say that his father had been a cop, that was why there were guns and ammo in the house, and why he was holding a pistol when they first met.

"This pistol was my dad's, he gave it to me before…before he had to leave, leaving me at home alone."

Wi raised an eyebrow and looked down at Jake.

"But I thought your mother was still alive?"

Jake shook his head.

"Mom died last year from lung cancer, as dad put it,'she died from smoking to many d-" Wi placed her hand over his mouth.

Jake gave he a questioning look, but Wi shook her head, held a finger to her lips and pointed toward an alley with a flickering light. At first Jake didn't see anything, but then a four shadows appeared coming into the light. He and Wi ducked behind an upside-down car and peeked over the edge. Jake's eyes widened when he saw four humans come walking into the light and walk slowly toward a door.

Wi nudged Jake, forcing the boy to look at her.

"There is another Witch in there, we must leave for the nearest…safehouse that we read about on a discarded pamphlet. Come Jake there is nothing we can do for them!" Wi gets to her feet and hauls Jake to his, gently.

They take off at a slow run and head for a building, Jake peeks over his shoulder and notices the black man that was dressed as an office worker staring right at him. Wi looks back and grabs Jake and takes off at a run.

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Louis blinks his eyes and shakes his head, he then stares at the same spot near the rundown building. There was no kid or woman, or what looked like a woman with black hair and long claws for fingers.

'I must be seeing things! Dang I need to get more sleep!' he said to himself.

A motion at one end of the alley catches his attention, a group of infected come running toward him and Francis. Louis raises his sub-machinegun and begins firing bursts into the horde. Francis soon follows with his shotgun.

"Shit! Shit! Shit, SHIT!"

PTTT-PTPT-PTPTPTPTPTPTPTPTPT

TCH-BLOOM, TCH-BLOOM

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Wi heard Jake hissing behind her so she stopped and turned around, stared at the boy's pained look on his face. She looked down and gasped, she released the boy's wrist and knelt down in front of him.

"Jake! I am so sorry, I-I didn't mean to! I was afraid what would happen if they had seen me with you…" she trailed off when the sound of gunfire broke the silence of the night.

Screeches, wails and Shrieks rent the air as hundreds of infected swarmed past their position. Jake looks up and meets Wi's, she notices there are tears in them, not because he is in pain but because he fears for those other survivors. Wi hugs him and a tear falls from her eye as well. They then continue on, now having to blast some infected that are in their way.

Wi, screeched as she pumped round after round into her shotgun, blowing many of the zombies in half. One ran at her back, only to be brought down by Jake's well aimed shots with his dad's pistol. They continued running and shooting until Wi spotted a red door in the shadows.

"Jake! There! Run!" she cried as she blew the head off another infected.

BLAM…BLAM, BLAM!

Wi turned around to see two infected wriggling on the ground, blood flowing from the bullet holes on their chests. Jake stood there and stared at the flowing blood, his eyes rolled up and he collapsed to the ground in a faint. We ran to his side, jerked the door open, shot one more infected and then slammed the door shut, sliding the bar across to lock them in.

They had made it, they were still alive. Wi removed the duffle bag from her back and leaned the gun against the wall. She picked up Jake and laid him out on the bed that was in the room, she listened to his breathing and found out he was now no longer faint, but sleeping. The Witch smiled as she brushed the by's hair from his forehead and kissed it.

"Goodnight Jacob, sleep well!" whispered Wi and she turned to walk away.

"Goodnight…Mom!" said a tired voice behind her.

She turned around and saw Jake's partially open eyes. She smiled and walked over to a pile of blankets, picked one up and placed it over Jake.

"Goodnight!" and then she sat down at the table and began to clean the shotgun as she watched the door.

Suddenly the sound of guns firing could be heard in the alley outside of the door.

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Dune