Number 100 Red Nova Sorcerer

Chapter 2: Midnight Assault

~.Later That Night.~

I open my eyes. The book lays next to me, opened to a page that I don't remember turning to. Blackie snores softly, a very unkingly thing to do, beside me. As usual, he's hogging the blanket and is even tangled up in them! I don't really care, mind you, because my body can generate its own heat due to the fire in me, but all I can think about is how lucky he is to not be wearing his kingly garments while sleeping! I then notice that my headdress and cape are off of me as well.

Yawning, I get up out of bed without disturbing my brother and rub my eyes. I start making my way downstairs to get myself something to drink in hopes that it will lull me back to sleep. I don't bother to ask one of the servants since they're all asleep, and I don't want to wake them up!

As I make my way down to the kitchen, a sudden movement catches my eye. I tense up with my hands flashing softly in a variety of colors, which means that my various spells are charging. I look around with my eyes and without moving my head, but nothing more moves.

My paranoia remains while I carefully go down the stairs step by cautious step. My head continuously swivels around the area to check for movements. My ears twitch every so often to pick up any sudden sounds.

I make it to the kitchen safely but still with anxiety. I prepare a mug of sleeping syrup and drink it at the dining table so that I can go back to sleep. The syrup doesn't take effect until five minutes after ingesting it, so I have enough time to zoom out of here and get back to my room before whatever is in here gets to me.

Just as soon as I finish my drink, something attacks me from behind. Ready for the attack long before I entered, I dodge without standing up. I put my drink down and get up from my seat, knocking the chair over in my haste.

My assailant jumps at me again. I sweep my now ice-blue hands in an upward motion; a wall of ice creates itself right in front of me. When he bumps into it, my hands turn red. Fire erupts out of them instantaneously. I out my hands to my opponent's face and fry him to death.

I'm suddenly caught in a headlock from behind with some kind of metal contraption placed right at my head. Some kind of band is right around my neck, the tension feels like it could pull and constrict at any moment, and another hand binds mine in an orb of some sort. I struggle against the person, but a clickign sound right at my ear warns me that if I dare struggle further, I will die. Little does he know, I have a little surprise for him!

I kick the man, I presume it's a man by the way he holds such a heavy object with one hand, right in the groin with yellow, nearly white because it's so bright, feet. This shade of yellow means that I'm using electrical power, and if this is indeed a man that I am dealing with, this will end in only agony!

I feel the man lose balance and even hear him give out a small squeak as he lets me go to clutch at his precious jewels. I turn my head around in time to see him convulsing on the ground as his nervous system starts shutting down. The last to be affected is the brain, of course, so he won't be dead after a while. With the momentum of my kick, I unfortunately fall to the ground harshly, so harsh that I may have a deep, deep bruise when I wake up the next day!

Another something makes a move to attack me in my defenseless state, but a wall of black ooze builds uo from the bottom to the top; I know exactly who this is without needing to see the face.

The wall turns into thick rope and constricts around its victim. From that rope, Blackie's upper body forms from the bottom up. His crazed eyes hold bloodlust, his mouth is twisted into a wide grin that shows all of his how sharp teeth (Normally, his teeth are normal sized; they're only sharp during battle. The same can be said of his nails). The bottom half of his body looks more like a snake that's connected to the rope around the man. His hands are tightly clenched into claws. A low chuckle rips from his throat.