The Knights Of Saint Christopher (Tickle Fanfic)

Magic's A Bitch

(Part 3)
WARNINGS : Mentions of blood

Jack was awoken by a sudden crash in his livingroom. He immediately got up, ready to attack the intruder when he saw Alyssa on the floor, rubbing her head, surrounded by several books scattered everywhere.

"Alyssa? You okay?" He said with concern as went over, offering a helping hand.

"Yeah I'm fine." Alyssa pulled herself back up. "Sorry for waking you."

"It's fine." Jack's eyes wondered to the book Alyssa held in her hands. She probably tried to have grabbed it off the top shelf and fell off the stool.

"What's that?" Jack questioned. He regocnised the book from when he first joined. It was one of the simple spell books, blood red with golden writing, hard to forget.

"I remember when I first joined, we learned a spell." She opened it up with care, swiping the dust off the pages. "I had an idea for your... Revenge."

He had forgotten about what happened yesterday. The memories came . He held his sides as he remembered, feeling as if they were still there, teasing him.

"I don't want to hurt them." Jack stated, not sure where Alyssa was going with her so called 'plan'.

"We aren't going to hurt them" She continued to flip the pages until she found the spell she was looking for. "It's a tickle spell."

Jack blushed at the word causing Alyssa to laugh at him. He didn't remember learning that spell.

"Are you sure it works?" He didn't want the spell to go wrong and up hurting someone.

"Did you want to try it?" Alyssa smirked at him.

"I'll take the risk." He would rather die than go through that again. Shivering at the thought.

They both made their way back to the den. They didn't even need to enter to know both Randall and Hamish were asleep, hearing their snores through the thin walls. It was only 6am after all and both were probably nackerd or passed out from the previous nights drinking.

They knew they didn't have long before the sleeping wolves heard them, so they quickly got into position, keeping a safe enough distance in case they startle them.

Alyssa drew out her wand after getting a reassuring nod from Jack. She got out the pocket knife from her pocket and used it to make a small cut on her hand before muttering the spell. The blood dripped onto the floor as Alyssa's hands began to glow.

It started with a twitch of a foot and a smile forming on their faces as they slept, unaware of what was about to happen. Hamish's smile soon turned into giggles as the magic began lightly tracing his neck and lower back. Randall however, was barely reacting to magic, giving off only the cute smile as he dreamt. Not satisfied with his reaction, Alyssa muttered the spell again, this time getting Randall to giggle as his sides were targeted. He slowly started to wake, kicking Hamish up in the process as he squirmed, trying to get away from the invisible hands gently pinching him.

"Randahall whahat the hehell." Hamish shielded his face from Randall's flying legs, not sure why he was giggling until he saw Jack. "Whahat did youho do?"

"Just a little pay back." Jack smirked, but not quite satisfied. "I think we should take this to the next level."

Alyssa nodded, muttering the spell once again causing Hamish's laugh to rise serval octaves. He clutched onto his sides, desperate to stop the torturous attack on his ribs. He squirmed so much he ended up falling off the sofa, still laughing loudly.

Randall, on the other hand was holding in his laughter, every now and then letting a giggle slip, refusing to let Jack win. It only made Jack's payback more fun as he walked on over.

"Let it out, you know you want to" started drumming his hands along Randall's sides, driving the teen insane as he squirmed. It was only when Jack dug into Randall's armpit, along with the magic targeting his feet, that he broke. Shrieking and trapping Jacks hands as he tried to protect himself.

"JahaHAHA-" He did everything he could to get away. Which wasn't much as he was now trapped on the sofa, Jack's knee stopping him from escaping. So he was stuck with squirming as much as his position would let him.

Hamish was still in herotics, his eyes starting to water as he begged for Alyssa to stop, only encouraging her antics.

The hands placed their forefingers right on the soles of his feet, while curling the thumbs and all other fingers, and began to stroke their forefingers up and down his soles.

"AlysahaHAHA PLEHehease!" Hamish begged, tears streaming down his face as the spell tortured his feet.

They both screamed as the torture continued. Water trickled down there faces as they cried for mercy. And just like that it stopped. They laid there panting.

"Why'd you stop?" Jack questioned.

"Look at them Jack. I don't think they would have been able to take it much longer." She knew when she was going a little to far. Jack apparently did not.

Jack stared at the boys. Both dripping I sweat as they laid still, chests aching from the constant laughter. Maybe he had taken it a little to far. He offered his hand out to Hamish who had fallen off the couch, too exhausted to pick himself back up.

"Truce?"

"Truce." Both Randall and Hamish replied. Little did Jack know they both had their fingers crossed, smirking as they left the den.

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