The Liberator

Eradicate Acid

"Could the 'chosen one' be a shifter?"

"Quite possibly, but we do not know for sure." Maybe, that was why I kept waking up outside! And the claw marks on my bed that I blamed on my mom's cat. A loud humming sound filled the air, accompanied by shrieks of rage.

"Uh oh," Jagger said, scanning the horizon, "We'd better go." He grabbed my hand, pulled me over to his jeep, and shoved me in the passenger seat. Before we speed away, I look back and see what Jagger saw. Shadow demons, a hoard of them, were rushing toward the church. Jagger punched the gas, and we sped out of there. We drove and drove until we couldn't see the demons anymore. Then I realized something.

"Jagger, what about my ankle band?" He grimaces.

"Well, those are pretty much impossible to take off, unless we had some eradicate acid..."

"Eradicate Acid?"
"Yep."

"What's that?" He shrugs.

"It's really self-explanatory. It's acid that can eradicate things. Like that ankle band."

"Where can we get some?" He groaned.

"It's very rare, and the only store of it that I know of is in the Demon Academy; the training school for demons," he added, to elaborate. I shuddered.

"I think I'll keep the ankle band, thank you very much."

"Wellll..." Jagger started.

"What."

"If you keep it you have to be within six feet of me at all times." I groaned.

"So I guess we have to go to Demon Academy then."

"Yep, now, can you be quiet, please, I've got to concentrate on driving." I decided to let him drive in peace. After about an hour of him driving, and me being quiet, I couldn't help it anymore, I burst out,

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere." I rolled my eyes.

"Well, I can always count on you for a vague answer." He half grinned.

"Yep." I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Vage Jage."

"Hey! No nicknames, remember!" I crossed my arms.

"Okay, then. You take the fun out of everything. Are we going to the Demon Academy first?"

"Nah. We've got to prepare first."

"Prepare?"

"Yep."

"Oooooookkkkkaaaaayyyyy, sooo where are we going?" He groans.

"You are sooo persistent."

"Yep, now tell me."

"No."

"Telllll meee."

"Nope."

"Come on. Tellllllllll meeeeeee."

"No."

"I beg you, please tell me."

"I'm sorry Ash, but no."

"Hey! You said no nicknames Jag." He groans.

"Okay. Fine. We're going to a storehouse in Iowa where I've stored some supplies."

"Iowa! That's like 10 hours away!"

"I know. That's why I need to concentrate, I might be able to get us there faster, so would you please shut up."

"Sure," I grumbled slumping back in my seat. This guy was irritating, but also kinda cute. 'No,' I told myself, 'He's annoying and you can't wait to be rid of him.' But there was that one part of me that still thought he was kinda cute. 

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Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been super busy... But whatever. :) Hope you liked this part! All of these chapters are from a rough copy I wrote a year or two ago, so please don't judge!

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