Saving Our World

Chapter Two

*Wes' POV*

"How is this possible?" I muttered. I turned to Maia. "She's bandaged from head to toe. How did she get hurt so badly?"

"Hey, don't look at me," She said. "I'm not the one from a medical family. How should I know?" I turned back to Hannah. "I don't understand the reasons for my sister disappearing, but this is just crazy!" I nodded in agreement. I knelt down beside Hannah's body and checked her bandaged wounds.

"She looks like she has been treated very well," I observed. "Her wounds are healing perfectly." I moved my hand over her body. Terrifying images showed up. Screaming, killing, never ending deaths. I staggered back a little.

"What'd you see, Wes?" Maia asked curiously. I explained the images that I saw.

*Explanation Time with Wes*

My magic type is focused mostly on medical stuff. I come from the biggest and most successful family of magic doctors. We keep everyone, humans and magic users, healthy. Magic doctors can heal any type of injury that I can think of, whether it's fatal or not.

Everyone in the family has a special talent. Mine is seeing how a person was injured, mentally and physically. It's sort of like seeing their past. My talent is rare, but it isn't always safe. Sometimes I see more than how they got their injuries. I see all of their secrets and all of the stuff they want to hide and never show.

*Explanation Time Over*

"Poor Hannah," Maia sighed. "What did she do to deserve to see all that?"

"I don't know," I sighed as well. "At least now we have her back." I gave Maya a reassuring smile.

"Mom will be so happy!" She smiled. "Should we just take her and find a way out of here?" She looked around the room. "By the way, where did Jack run off to?" I shrugged my shoulders.

"What in the 12 dimensions are you two doing?" We both turned around to find a silver haired teenager staring at us. He had blue eyes and was wearing only a vest and black jeans and he had one silver earring on his right ear. Gangster boy? I thought. He stared a Maia, then me, then the opened coffin, then Maia again. Maia stared right back at him.

"Young Lord Michael Fox Silverstein," Maia said. "You are dressed very inappropriately. What would your mother say?"

"She will never know, Lady Maia Dove Parker," he said, copying her words.

"Don't mock me," Maia glared at him.

"Now, now," he said. "Don't be mean Maia. We've known each other for so long!"

"And we stopped acknowledging four years ago," she told him.

"Hey, I had my reasons of that," He whined. "If you let me explain."

"And I won't Michael," Maia looked away from him.

"Come on!" Michael whined.

This silly conversation went on for a while. I just stayed where I was and watched them argue. It seemed like Maia and Michael had great chemistry. Finally the conversation came to a close. It ended with Maia saying, "Fine!" Michael gave her a smug look.

"Excuse me young people, can you please tell me what's going on?" I asked. "You two look like a married couple having their daily argument." Maia glared at me like I was crazy. "Alright, alright." I stood up.

"Are you Wes Wilson? The one from the famous doctor family?" The boy asked energetically. I nodded. "Nice to meet you. I am Michael Fox Silverstein." I bowed at him. "No need for formalities." I stood straight again.

"Thanks for coming out here to meet with me," Michael smiled. "I see you have already seen the topic of our discussion." Maia glared at him. He kept his smile. "It seems that you haven't seen who's in the other coffin. I think it's better if you didn't look." Maia and I did the opposite of what he asked and opened the coffin.

There lay Maia's father. He was as dead as he could be.

"What happened?" I asked. "Why is Mr. Parker lying here?"

"We tried our best to save him but it seems that he consumed a lot of demonic energy," Michael explained. There was a thud next to me. I saw Michael quickly move to Maia. "I knew she would re-act this way." He picked her up and walked out of the room. He came back 5 minutes later without her.

"Where'd you put her?" I asked. He pointed to the other room. "Is it safe?" He nodded. "Can you tell me what happened between you and Maia?"

"It's really complicated," he sighed.

"I'm all ears," I said. He stared at me suspiciously for a minute than began talking.

"Okay. It all started when I was born. Maia was 2 then. We've been friends ever since. When I was 9, I started have health problems.The kind where I lost a lot of blood. I didn't want Maia to find out because she would worry, so I hid it from everyone. I lied to everyone that I had stomachaches and the flu and other sicknesses, because I didn't know what I actually had. Anyways, when I was 11, my sickness became really serious. I had the temptation to hurt the people around me. I was worried that I would kill someone, so I told Maia to never come back. Then I ran away to find my father and my brother," Michael sighed.

"Wow! That sounds really bad," I said, unsure of what else to say. "So what kind of sickness was this?"

"Well at first I only had headaches and stomachaches, but later on, I felt my magic being sucked away. It felt like someone was trying to suck away my life force and replacing me with something else," he explained. "When I sent Maia away, I did the unthinkable." He paused for a long time until I cleared my throat. He continued, "I gave it away."

"Gave what away?" I asked confused.

"My most powerful magic," he sighed. Before I could ask who he gave it to he answered. "To Maya, the only person I trusted. I haven't learned how to control the magic yet, so it went to her as a young personality*."

"Doesn't Maia already have a personality?" I asked, more confused.

"Yes, but since she doesn't know that she has this one, it has taken up none of her magical energy," Michael explained.

"Do you still have the sickness now?" I asked.

"Yes," Michael smiled a very sad smile. "Today I called you two here to help me with something important." He suddenly became serious. I felt a little nervous about what he was going to say next. "I need you to help me kill the demon inside me."

"Uh," I didn't know what to say. "You do know that I'm a medical user right?" He nodded. "You also know that I haven't got my powers under control right? And that I probably like saving people more than killing?" He nodded.

"So what?" he asked. "Just let your personality take over." Oh right! I forgot about Warren.

"I still think killing is wrong," I told him. "Can't we just capture him and investigate him?" Michael shook his head. "Fine! I'll inform Warren."

'Warren!' I called out into my mind.

'What?' a sleepy voice asked.

'My friend needs your help,' I told him. Warren looked uninterested'. 'It includes your favorite thing. Killing Demons!' This got his attention. He immediately came up to me.

'I'm in,' he said quickly. What a simpleton.

'Alright,' I sighed. 'Take over on the count of three. One. Two. THREE!' I felt my soul going to sleep. Oh boy. I hope nothing bad happens.

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*Personality- A personality is a like a second soul to a magic user. It is mostly only users who are under the age of 30 and who have not learned how to hone their powers. Most users have only one personality, but in special cases, personalities can be made or transferred.