The Academy of Mystical Beings

The Move

My heart was pounding wildly against my chest as I awoke. I opened my eyes, but was still engulfed in darkness. My mind raced a thousand miles a minute when I realized what happened wasn't a dream.

I tried to move my hands to pull away whatever was covering my eyes, but instead found that they were bound behind my back. I struggled for a good few minutes before I gave up, I wasn't meant to escape.

Sitting back I tried to feel around for any kind of hint at where I was. There was something metal behind me and from the feel of it I was sitting on a metal seat, but that was all I could feel.

Then I let out a strangled cry as the events of the day had come crashing back onto me. Certainly I hadn't shoved Cole that hard, had I? One moment he was on top of me and the next he was, flying backwards. He hit the tree so hard, and the branch went straight through him. Is he alive? Is he the one kidnapping me? What the hell is going on?

"H-hello?" I croaked out slowly. The use of my jaw had me whimpering in pain, and I rubbed it against my shoulder attempting to soothe the aching caused by Cole.

I felt movement to my right and my head snapped in the direction as if I was actually able to see the person.

"Hello." A man replied back slowly. I nearly jumped out of my skin at the closeness of the person. I felt their breath on my cheek, the smell of mint infiltrated my nostrils.

"Where am I? What's happening?" I winced at the pain once again, but needed to know what was going on.

"We picked you up about 3 hours ago, using magic like that recklessly, is basically like a beacon to us." Was all the voice said. Magic? this man seriously had to be unhinged not to mention the kidnapping of a minor.

"I need to call my parents." I knew it was a long shot before I even asked but I just needed to let them know I was okay. I wouldn't be able to answer their questions because I didn't have a clue as to what was going on.

"Whats your name?" The voice questioned me, completely ignoring my request. My hands clenched as I became angry, I chewed my lip harder before speaking again.

"My name is Jack Adler. What is yours?" I tried my hardest to remain calm, but my patience was wearing thin. I'm being kidnapped for fucks sake!

"Jack, isn't that a boys name?" He asked me, with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"No. It's my name. I asked you a question." I said back no longer trying to hide my irritation.

"My name is Dawson." The voice, Dawson chuckled.

"Do you find kidnapping me amusing Dawson?" I hissed back to him clenching my teeth tightly. My fists stayed balled up behind me. Anger coursed through me.

"Whoa, we don't kidnap. We saved you from murder charges, and a life in prison. Be grateful." He said as if it was the most normal thing to say to a teenage girl he had just kidnapped.

My body slumped backwards against the cold metal wall as reality began to sink in. Murder charges.

"What happened?" I asked quietly and kept my head down. Not wanting to further anger Dawson.

"You mean when you went all Blair Witch on that kid? My question is why neither of you had pants on." He laughed but it sounded forced. Did he think this was funny? Blair Witch?

"What do you mean by Blair Witch?" I asked seriously, ignoring his other remark as hot silent tears ran down my cheeks.

"My guess is, he got what he deserved." He bit out harshly ignoring my question. My heart sunk and a sob escaped my lips. I turned my head the opposite direction of Dawson and bit my lip hard at an attempt to silence my cries.

I'm a murderer. Whatever happens now is my karma. He talks about killing like it's an everyday thing, I can only imagine where they're taking me.

How had I killed him? I know I hadn't touched him, but I also know what I saw. I must be losing my mind. This is just a bad dream.

I felt movement again to my right and a hand on my back rubbing in circles. The action seemed as if it was meant to soothe me, but just made me more on edge. The last thing i needed right now was to be touched.

"Please don't touch me." I whispered and tried to move farther down the seat and hit another wall.

I felt him retract his hand quickly as if he had been burned, however this did little to ease my mind.

"Can you take my blindfold off please. I feel like I'm going to be sick." Nausea consumed me as my head began to spin again. From what I gathered we were in a vehicle, the slight jolting back and forth and the hum of the motor were the only clues I needed. Ever since I was little kid vehicles had been my kryptonite. Especially long road trips. Motion sickness overcame me every time.

I heard some shuffling around, and without warning the blindfold fell from my open eyes. The brightly lit back area of the van had a bench on the opposite side of me, and the side I was sitting on. In the middle sat a lot of what I assumed to be military gear, there were riffles, vests, and batons. Other various things I didn't know the names for. The walls were all black, but definitely made of metal.

Dawson clearing his throat snapped me out of my daze and I looked over to him. My breath caught in my throat the second my eyes met his. He was truly breathtaking. His curly shaggy black hair laid across his forehead, still slightly damp. His long black lashes framed his piercing green eyes, that were staring straight at me in amusement.

"Find what you're looking for?" He questioned chuckling lightly. He was very attractive but now is not the time.

"I'm sorry." My gaze quickly met the floor even as he spoke again.

"I'm afraid we won't have any time to get cleaned up. We are already late as it is." His words echoed in my head as I looked down to my clothes. I was too distracted to realize somebody had pulled my pants back up and buttoned them. They were caked in mud, and, is that blood? My gaze moved down to my converse to see they were also covered in blood.

"I'm going to be sick." I said quickly as the bile rises in my throat.

"Here," Dawson said as he held a small bag in front of my face and I released the contents of stomach. The foul taste made me gag more, but I had nothing left in me. Dawson's hand held back my hair as I sat gagging and coughing for another minute.

"You don't know what you did, do you?" He spoke quietly as he eyed me intently.

"I didn't mean to kill him, I-I was angry he tried to-" I stopped myself before I finished speaking. I sounded weak. Broken. My gaze returned to my bloody converse. Suddenly my clothes felt heavy on my body, burning into my skin.

"Do you know what you are?" Dawson's fingers gently pulled my swollen jaw towards him frowning. I winced and he quickly let go.

I shook my head. I'm just me, I'm Jack. I'm a killer. A murderer.

"You're a witch Jack."