Superheroes vs. Supernaturals: A Crossover Between Guardians and Shadow Falls

Chapter 33 | They Shall Be Mine

Blake

Darkness loomed over Helion. His consciousness slowly returned. His eyes adjusted to the blackness until shapes came into detail, and he realized that he was trapped in some sort of cage.

His mind was all clogged up, but one memory resurfaced.

Oh God. Quinn... Ravone...

He pushed himself up and fell back down. His limbs had no strength. It was like someone had forced a whole bottle of sleeping pills down his throat. It had been forever since he felt this fatigue. His brain could barely comprehend his surroundings.

"Thought you might never wake up."

Helion looked up at the person standing in front of him. That was impossible because the person he was looking at was upside down. Or rather, he was upside down from this point of view. Helion forced himself to get into sitting position. Strength traversed up his muscles down to his arms. He managed to turn over and press his palms on the ground to support himself. The man outside the bars was right side up now.

Espinoza.

"I have to say, it was brilliant to bring a black spell. I found the ingredients in the pouch you brought. It would have set us back by a lot of you had managed to use it on me. Thank god, I was already prepared for your arrival."

"What have you done to me?" Helion breathed out the words, since talking took some effort.

The man wore that sinister smile on his face. One that slightly resembled Victor Kraze's when he was sweettalking him into joining his secret organization. One that came from ill intentions and an infuriating tone of superiority and arrogance.

"Well, you're more powerful than a military tank. It was necessary to subdue you somehow so you wouldn't sabotage our plan."

"What plan?" That voice belonged to Ana María.

"I'm gonna kill you, you bastard," Della seethed.

Helion looked behind Espinoza to his friends. Each of them was trapped inside a separate cage. Ana María glared at the man with anger as ferocious as a predatorial feline. Her hands pressed hard on the metal bars; her shoulders heaved as she breathed. She looked as fatigued as he felt.

In the two cages beside hers were Della and Chase, the former about as weak as he and Catamount were feeling. Her eyes were glowing red and her elongated fangs touched the base of her bottom lip. Chase sat straight in the other cage. He was also staring angrily with the glowing irises.

"What do you want from us?" he asked with a seething tone.

Espinoza raised his hand, his palm open in the air, and muttered some incomprehensible words. A mirage shimmered on top of his hand and then a large leather tome materialized in its place. It looked ancient.

"Do you know what this is?" he asked with amusement. No one answered. "This is a spellbook: a grimoire that belonged to a witch who lived here in Portsmouth during the late 17th century." He flipped through the pages in the book. "A dark witch named Jane Walford. She hated being put down by the local council of witches and not permitted to use her magic to her heart's content. There were very few witches living in the area at the time, but the council occasionally sent people to check up on her. She hated that even more, so she secretly set up plans to defy the council. Anyone the council sent she'd put them under her control." He turned the book upright to show Helion an ancient illustration of a woman standing in front of a man lying on an altar. She seemed to be performing some sort of ritual in the picture. "A spell to summon demons to possess her victims and bind them to do her bidding."