WITH HELD

Clear The Room.

"Ethan. Ethan.  Let me know you can still use those ears of yours. You've done something.  We need to converse a minute. Your "magic" if we can even call it that, has had an effect of sorts!.."      Mr Reed stood in front of Ethan, titled his head. He felt a change, a time change. Ethan had wanted things to move along. And it had. Everyone who had been inside was now outside. Mr Reed did a brief look to the french doors, people were standing around, those effected were being loaded into vehicles. Ambulances were driving off the grounds.

"So, we have an out of the building. Not in the building situation..." Mr Reed did a small nod.
"Good! Excellent. But, there is still a fight to be had.." Mr Reed turned slowly, grinned (More to himself)  Since allowing his true self show, it was getting harder by the minute to rein himself back to "boring" Mr Reed.        Two men appeared. Then there were suddenly more. All dressed in black, armed - Ready to shoot to kill. Mr Reed noted the guns would definitely cause harm, not death at first. Stun at perhaps, paralyse (Medical attention next)

"Oh when will the world ever learn!.."     Mr Reed spoke more to himself, than a loud.  He posed himself, showed outward calm (But, inner tension to every muscle)     Ethan stood tall, wings spread/ghosted.    They were more for show, he snapped them back/folded his arms.    These figures in black were in his house.     Were they possibly anything to do with Zach?   Ethan hoped not. They were dead where they stood.   He watched as they slowly positioned themselves.

Creeping into corners, sliding into position. They were uniform in movement, it was like watching some weird card game - Six to the back (Hidden), four to each side (Covered, but seen), Four in front, furniture in front them (Wise)   Two moved close, one stepped forward. The speaker.   Hilarious!      Ethan had no interest in learning names, gaining an in depth description of each and everyone of them.   They were intrudes.   They weren't here to save. To rescue.     At least Ed and Pete, and the rest of the local police department had had that plan.

The medical and ambulance officers had definitely been at the mansion for the preservation of life.

This group were something else. Ethan sensed touches of Zach, his one last stab to conquer? But, Zach was locked away never to have another sane thought.    Zach wasn't behind these individuals. But...Who?    Did Ethan really care? No.

"Weapons?     Are you armed?..."      Speaker.

Ethan shook his head. Good first question. Clap clap, dead man.

"We can talk. We should.   Shoot first, answers later will make things difficult for those I work for.."       Speaker.

Ethan nodded. But, he would give no answers, so who ever the boss was - It was gonna be hard times all around any way. Ethan smirked to himself. He didn't see them leavening quietly, they would fight. Make a mark, press a upon a message, some detail they thought would be interesting. Nothing really interested Ethan at this point. A man had sent letters, two women had entered a home that was not their's to look at. Strangers had slept, eaten....Used his private place. More people had come, gone, worked, been inside the walls of this building.

Ethan crinkled up his nose.

The biggest horror of them all had made himself at home within the mansion. Ethan's nails dug into the palms of his hands, he felt the initial sting of pain - Then it faded. His eyes fell on every faceless face of the armed men. Ethan titled his head, felt a small spin of thoughts. An ache of too many words, letters that wouldn't form sentences. Paragraphs he couldn't say a loud. I knew that feeling, but being the witch I was - I had learned to breath through the nose, release through the mouth.