Seto's POV
"This is so, unbelievably stupid."
We were all sitting around the Hughes' living room, eyes glued to the TV as the news segment played. Half of their live footage was blurred out, and what wasn't would make every conspiracy theorist dance for joy.
"Well, it could always be worse." Ian sighed. "They could figure out it's connected to us."
Devin was slumped idly over the couch, twirling a pencil between his fingers and occasionally making the eraser change colors. "How would they do that? It's not like any of you said what had happened, did you?"
Ian shook his head. "No, but we are the most well known names in the gaming community. Eventually someone is going to realize that those are minecraft monsters, put it together all the way with the fact that we've vanished, and then we'll have the feds on our tails."
No one mentioned the fact that two of our members already had the feds on their tails. We had all seen the news that Adam had escaped, but no one had commented on that, either.
"Exactly," I countered. "That's why this is so stupid. We should be doing something."
Jerome lazily rolled his eyes toward me. "And what do you suggest we do?"
"I don't know. Something. Anything. Come on, I'm all charged up again and could assist Devin with a spell to do something. There's got to be a way for us to start cleaning up this mess." I offered. Devin sighed.
"Depends on which part of this mess you want to clean up first. We could try to take out some monsters, but it'd be difficult without knowing their exact location and there's a chance it could kill us. We could also try to go after the dark sorcerer, which would also result in death. Sorry, what did you want us to do?"
I sighed and settled back into my seat. "Never mind, then. It was just a suggestion."
We all lapsed back into silence once more, watching the television.
"How would you find the dark sorcerer with magic?" Ryan asked, several minutes later.
"Tracking spell. In minecraftia, at least. Sometimes it worked, but it's a difficult spell. Basically, it allows for the person who cast the spell to scan an area." Devin explained.
"That doesn't sound that difficult," Jerome muttered.
"Yeah, well, when I say scan, it's more like a run and go flash. I ee a face for less then a second then move on to the next one. It's kinda hard to focus on the spell and examine faces that quickly." He retorted.
"You have me," I offered. "Tag team, maybe? One of us focuses on the spell, the other on looking?"
Devin nodded. "Yeah, that would make things easier. But it probably wouldn't work on the dark sorcerer, considering he doesn't seem to show up in a solid, visible form here unless we're around. So really, there's no point. We'd be scanning for a ghost."
The word ghost seemed to click something together in my mind, and I shot up from my seat.
"That's what we'll do! Come on, I got it."
Everyone startled, but Devin allowed himself to be pulled up from the couch. "Who're we looking for, then?"
"Mitch and Adam. We can track them down before the police do and figure out what's going on." I said. Devin's eyes widened and he nodded understandingly.
"Now that, that we can do. Everyone on the floor, clear off. We need it. You sit right there, opposite to me." Devin pointed to one side of the room, and sat himself down on the other. I plopped down and stared at him expectantly.
"The spell is going to reach out and connect us pretty quick, so you can't panic and break the link. Once you're in all the way, you're moving. Look fast and look hard, because you only have a second at the most." He shot me a critical look, and I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. A moment later, the spell hit me full blast and it took all my mental effort to not reel with the impact.
Then it felt like I was being yanked free of my body, screaming across the entire earth so fast that it was burning.
It slowed down suddenly, allowing for me to get a glimpse of a face of a young boy, then an older man, and woman, and a man.
The faces flitted past insanely fast, but I managed to process what each one looked like.
A teenager, a sobbing older woman, a young man with bright red hair.
A man with curly hair that was burnt on one side, his face smeared with ashes yet slack and relaxed at the same time.
Adam.
I gasped and flailed backwards suddenly, shocking everybody in the room judging by the way they all jumped. Devin flinched and coughed as he resurfaced as well.
"You got him?" He asked quickly.
I nodded. "Yeah, it was definitely Adam. He's in a car, heading," I closed my eyes briefly, willing myself to focus. "Heading east."
"East where?" Ian prodded.
I took a deep breath, hoping to center myself, and forced myself to think back to what I saw. Adam, laying in a car, blackened and burned. Unconscious. Someone must have helped him there. Mitch.
"At a hazards guess, I'd say the eastern coast. I think they'll be arriving there pretty soon, too."
Devin nodded encouragingly. "Good, good. Come on, where? We need exact."
"The 70, they're on the 70 heading east." I managed as an image appeared.
"Come on, where are they!" Devin insisted.
I grimaced, pressing my hands to to my head.
"Interstate 70, West Terre Haute, Indiana. That's where they are. I think they're going to keep going, though. We need to get to that interstate."
