Fates Intertwined

34. | Control

Aurora sighed, pushing open the door to the bathroom and exiting. She used her jacket to clean off the snow globe that had managed to get wet, finally back in her normal clothes now that it was a Saturday.

Lina was MIA, and the others were in their dorms, packing their things. All they needed to do was steal a car and they'd be on the road to New Orleans.

She began to make her way down the hall, stuffing the snow globe in her pocket. She raised her head, pausing at the sight of Zyran's looming figure at the end of the hall.

"What are you doing?" She asked, brows furrowed. "We said we'd leave at noon."

He raised his head. The first thing she noticed was the pitch black darkness in his eyes. Her face fell and she began taking steps backward. He took steps forward.

"Zyran," She called, holding her hands out, as if to calm him. "You can't let it control you."

She didn't know how Van Helsing managed to get ahold of Zyran, but if he got ahold of him, then he wasn't far behind. Or it meant that someone was working for him on the inside. Aside from Lina.

"Zyran!" She yelled. He didn't say anything, only inching forward.

She wasn't going to be able to break through to him, not from her words. She took off running. She ran down the hall, turning the corner and running up the stairs to the next floor. She glanced over her shoulder, trying to find him, but he was nowhere to be found.

As she turned back around, a hand wrapped around her throat. Her hand flew to the wrist, air struggling to make it through her wind pipes.

Zyran held her up, snarling at her. His grip only tightened in her attempt to pry him off.

"Please." She choked out. If she didn't break through to him, she'd end up dead. And she wasn't going to let her efforts be in vain.

But suddenly, he was spinning and throwing her down the hall. She grunted as she hit the floor, rolling. She coughed and wheezed, turning to find Zyran striding toward her.

She was on her feet in an instant. She felt a sudden heat in her hand, a white ball of light forming in her palm. She watched it grow, then she glanced up at Zyran who looked ready to charge at her. She sent the ball flying which in turn sent him flying.

She didn't stick around to see him get up. She vanished within seconds, running down the halls, trying to find a way to break him of the mind control.

She ran into a group of girls exiting one of the rooms. "Watch it!" One of them yelled after she bumped into them. She glanced back, noticing some of them wearing ballerina costumes.

She spun back around and took off. She found a glass door and ripped it open, running inside and running over the bridge of the pool below her.

She needed to think. And fast.

It took her years to be able to master breaking mind control. And she had seen so many others die in their attempt to break control.

Maybe there was a spell she could use? But what spell? She barely knew any.

Make one, a voice whispered in the back of her head. She'd have to make one.

Footsteps echoed.

She watched as Zyran stepped toward her, his eyes pitch black. But he looked pissed. Her heart pounded. She was at a loss. She didn't know what to do.

"Zyran, you have to fight it." She called to him. "You can't let it control you! Fight it!"

He didn't budge. He didn't flinch.