Daemon High: New Life?

Alchemy...dangerous...

Chapter 8: Alchemy...dangerous...

“Well, let’s go Angie,” I said.

“Hey wait, if we walk we will be late,” said Angie.

I told her, “Hey I don’t walk I drift or float or whatever,” 

“Yeah, right. This won’t hurt a bit,” she told me.

“Wait what won’t hurt…” I started to ask, but before I could react, Angie flung her cloak over me. Everything turned dark and then it felt like I was falling for a moment. I hit something hard and the darkness disappeared, I saw that I was in the lab and Angie right beside me, everybody was staring. The teacher’s table is empty, so I’m not late.

“Ha! Shadow cloaking worked!” said Angie happily.

A voice then said “Shadow cloaking? Glad you're not late,”

“Who said that?” I asked.

“Look up” said the voice. I looked up and saw a small man with a pair grey colored butterfly wings fluttering above my head.

“Em, are you a….” I started.

“Yes, I’m a fairy, problem?” said the man.

“No, sir” I said.

“Good, I guess you are the new student, Xiang, I am Mr. Karryon, your alchemy teacher,” said the fairy.

“Your name is Mr. Carrion?” I asked.

“No, it’s not Carrion its pronounced Kerry-on” he said.

“Karryon, is that right?” I asked.

“Yes, it’s right. Alright students today we are going to be learning about how to make explosives, you need some firebug thorax and some flamer bone dust,” said the fairy as he turned human size and grabbed two jars. One was filled with a red glowing jelly bean size objects, the other one was filled with dust.

He dropped two of the thoraxes and a pinch of dust into a test tube filled with oil. He covered the top with a cork, shaked it up and the test tube started glowing. He threw the test tube to the nearest wall and, Boom.

The wall blew apart, and the other students from the class next door turned around to look at the damage. Their teacher, a cat folklet said “Mr. Karryon, what do you think you are doing? This is unacceptable! You could have killed my students! And give me extra paperwork!”

Mr. Karryon didn’t seem embarrassed, clearly this sort of situation has happened before, he said “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” snapped his fingers and the wall reassembled itself.

 He then turned to us and said “Well, it’s your turn to try, you have three minutes, now go!” as he snapped his fingers and the ingredients appeared on our table.

Angie handed a test tube filled with oil to me and said, “Drop some dust in here, not too much, this is just a test tube,” I wasn’t clear on the how many flamer bone dust I should grab thing, so I dropped a spoonful of dust into the test tube.

 Angie grabbed a thorax and dropped it into the test tube, covered it with a cork and said “Alright, we need a test subject, let’s try this on Báthory,”

“Bomb the worst bowman in school, it’s too harsh,” I said.

“What?” Angie asked as she started shaking the test tube.

“NO, DON’T!” I yelled. Too late, she threw the test tube, the test tube sailed through the air, and landed right next to James, he saw the test tube panicked, grabbed it and tossed it to the nearest person, a tall guy with a white shirt and slim black trousers. He was busy counting how much thoraxes he place in his test tube, he looked up for a while and his eye widened, staring at the shaking test tube in front of him. “Oh, l…..” he started. He never got the chance to finish, as the test tube, went boom.