The Divine Gifted

14: The Knife and the Bathtub

Chris was running down the hall. Flynn tried to catch up, but Chris was fast.

"Where are you going!?" Flynn ran after Chris.

"The scream was coming from her bedroom!"

Chris ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Finally, he reached her room. He swung open the doors to find the room: empty.

Flynn caught up with Chris as he catched his breath.

"She's not in here." Chris looked around.

Flynn heard water running from the door in her room, "Chris! In there!"

Chris ran to the bathroom door as he turned the handle.

"Damnit! It's locked!" Chris shook the handle even more.

"Get back!" Flynn yelled. Chris stepped back as Flynn kicked the door off its hinges.

Chris sprinted in. The room was flooding with water. Sofia was in the bathtub, but she couldn't move. Her hair was a soaked mess, as he faced struggling to reach for air. She was drowing.

"Sofia!" Flynn ran in as well as he looked at her hands.

"Her hand is stuck to the faucet!"

Chris tried to pull her out, "How?!"

Flynn looked at her hands. Her metal bracelet was attached to the faucet. It must be magnetic.

Flynn tried to pull her hands as Chris pulled her waist. They pulled and pulled until she finally was free.

She collapsed onto Chris as she coughed and choked on watrt. She was relieved as she sobbed. He held her close as he gave her a towel. He stroked her wet hair as she cried into Chris's chest.

"Shhh, it's okay. You're safe now."

Chris looked at Flynn. They both stared at each other in pure fear.

~~~

The King, Victor, and the princesses eventually showed up in the bathroom as well.

"Flynn, do you know what caused this?" King Oscar looked at him, concerned.

"Afraid not. Her bracelet was attached to the faucet by a magnetic charge. But it's strange that the charge was so strong that she couldn't pull away."

He held up the bracelet, "I'm going to look at the bracelet. It could have a much stronger magnetism than we think."

Chris held Sofia in his arms, "It's not like Sofia can tell us what happened, so we don't have much to go off of."

"This is ridiculous! Father, it's the visitors that are up to this," Victor argued, "The chandelier, now this. None of this was happening until they showed up!"

Wow, for once, Victor said something smart.

"Enough!" King Oscar III looked at Victor.

He turned to face Flynn, "Laura, Frida, and I are going to make sure our guests feel welcome. I need you to figure out what is going on. And Chris, make sure Sofia is alright."

The King, Victor, and Sofia's sisters left. Leaving the three of them in the bathroom.

Chris looked at Flynn, "If she hadn't screamed, she wouldn't be here right now."

~~~

Later that night, Flynn left his room to see Chris.

He walked down the halls, unsure of his where abouts. Chris had to be hiding something. The way he looked at Zuriel. That was the face of pure horror.

He walked up to the kitchen doors as he knocked softly.

"Come in." He heard Chris's voice from inside.

He walked in to see Chris cutting up vegetables.

"Whacha makin'?"

"Focaccia Bread for breakfast for the family and their visitors."

"I see," Flynn sat on the counter, "You seemed afraid earlier."

"Well, obviously. Sofia could've died if we weren't there to help her." Chris replied as he chopped up tomatoes

He nodded, "Does the sutor scare you?"

Flynn sensed a change in Chris's heart rate, "What do you mean?"

"I can sense how afraid you get just by me mentioning him."

Chris sighed as he rolled the dough, "I know he is Zuriel; Boss of the Black Clover Mafia."

Flynn's eyes widened, "Well, that would make sense why you were afraid. How could you tell?"

"I spend a lot of time learning about the mafia. Mainly because the king sees the mafia as his protection from other countries."

"Hm. Are you sure that's the only reason?"

"Excuse me?"

"I can tell you're lying to me, Chris."

"Shut up!" Chris yelled, "I'm not lying to you. I promised I would help you with whatever you need while you were here. Believe me, I'm on your side!"

"I also told you to tell me anything you know, Chris."

"You did, but this is more than just your mission now, Flynn. This is about protecting the royal family from Zuriel!"

"How do you know that?" Flynn crossed his arms.

"I thought it was obvious. Why would a dangerous criminal boss go to a royal palace without some alterior motive?"

"You sound awfully knowledgeable for some servant, Chris."

"I'm not just a servant!"

"Than what are y-"

Flynn lost his words as he saw Chris pointing the knife in his hands at him.

"Woah, Chrissy. What are you doing?"

Chris looked horrified, "Flynn, this isn't me!"

Flynn looked confused, "What are you talking about?"

"The knife is moving on its own!"

Flynn looked surprised as he stepped back. It was moving straight towards him with only Chris holding it back.

"Flynn, what do I do!? I can't let it stab you!"

"How long can you hold it?"

Chris grunted as he pulled back, "I don't know. The pull is strong."

Pull?

"Wait a second," Flynn took off his necklace, earrings, and rings as he threw them on the floor by the wall.

"Chrissy! Let go of the knife!"

"I can't! What if it stabs you!?"

Flymn stepped out of the way, "Just trust me."

Chris hesitated, but he was holding on for dear life. Finally, he let go; his body flew back as he fell on the floor behind a counter.

The knife flew straight towards the pile of jewelry. Flynn watched as it stuck to the other metal pieces.

So the knife and jewelry were magnetic too.

"So I have my answer. The chandelier, the bathtub, the knife, and the jewelry are all magnetic things. Someone here, or one of our visitors, may be controlling the metal objects we use."

This was important information, but Flynn and Chris would have to avoid anything metal to prevent this from happening again.

"That was close," he looked back to see Chris not there, "Chrissy?"

He approached where Chris fell, Hey, Chris. Are you okay?"

He froze in horror. The sight in front of him. He bent down and picked it up: A short, blonde wig.

He looked forward as he saw, long white hair hang down from a precious face with blue eyes.

"Chris.... you're a woman!?"