Magicians (Re Draft)

XX- Owen

XX- Owen

I gazed into the dorms bathroom mirror for the thousandth time. The dragon tattoo still remained on my body unmoved by soap, water, rubbing alcohol, magic...

"Why won't you tell me why you are on my backside!" I cried as I fell on my butt, placing my head on my knees with my crumpled shirt in my lap.

If I told you, I don't think you would like me very much, the cool, crisp voice said in the back of my head.

"I already don't like you!" I shouted in frustration.

A moment passed before he said, then you really won't like me.

I sighed then flinched as the tattoo moved around to my stomach. Red blisters and sores covered my body all over.

"Will you stop that!" I hissed. "It hurts!"

Sorry, he stated. I have to move around. I can hardly stay still.

Rubbing my head I tried to think of a plan. I needed something to help make it go away. Something, or someone.

I gasped and sat up straight. The Bone Hunter! Of course! He could help me!

I put my shirt on and grabbed my coat and satchel.

Racing towards the rooms door, I opened it to find Orion and Charlie standing there.

"Hey, bro. Zilla invited us to come down to the radio room. You wanna come-."

I cut my brother off short. "Sorry, I gotta go do something quick, see ya later, bye!"

I ran passed them and dashed down the stairs into the main hall. The angle statue stood proudly behind me as I stormed out of the school and into the woods.

...

"Bone Hunter!" I called, exhausted. I had gone the entire day searching for him, but I no luck.

Sitting down on a log, I rubbed my aching backside when it came down on me like rain.

The whoosh flooded over me as I then saw him. The Bone Hunter.

"Yes! Finally! I found you!" I smiled jumping up.

The Bone Hunter gazed at me through his skull mask. His gaze was strong and steady.

"I heard a call of distress," he stated.

"Oh I am very distressed," I wailed.

The Bone Hunter cocked his eyebrow, gripping his bone made staff. He leaned against it starring aimlessly ahead.

"You can't have my dragon, still."

I shook my head and said, "I don't want your dragon. I want to get rid of my dragon!"

He still gave me a dull look.

I sighed and said, "that dragon you warned me about last time. Well it's kinda stuck on my backside and gives snarky comments in the middle of classes."

The Bone Hunter was now giving me a confused look.

"Owen, um. Are you sure you didn't hit your head?"

I gave a frustrated growl and lifted up my shirt, the dragon tattoo shined below.

"See!"

He gave me the dullest look ever.

"Oh, right. Sorry," I blushed pulling down my shirt. "Forgot."

He was blind. It totally went over my head.

"Look, this dragon magically tattooed itself on my body and he talks to me in my head and he won't tell me why-."

"Shh," The Bone Hunter stopped me. He turned his head, focusing on a distant sound. Finally he said, "let's talk somewhere more private."