Witches of the Elements - Book 11: Blue Sapphire

Episode 3: The Man in White

Episode 3: The Man in White

            Angela broke away from them and went to search for her locker inside the school.

            “Yo Travis!” she yelled, trying to catch him. He turned around and ran over toward her. He was wearing a gray undershirt with a blue button top, some dark blue pants along with a pair of blue and white Nikes.

            “Sup?” he asked her.

            “I swear, Dycoon tried to kill us that first month of summer vacation,” she said to him. “Again!”

            “No kidding. All that training all day, everyday. summer came and went,” he agreed.

            “One good thing came out of it. The babies are so adorable,” Angela said with glee.

            “Yeah, they are pretty cute. Hey, this is me,” he said, pointing to a locker across from them.

            “Ange?” Angela turned around seeing a girl with short blonde hair and blue eyes.

            “Kells?”

            “Oh my gosh! How are you?” she asked excitedly, giving Angela a hug.

            “I’m good. I haven’t seen you in like forever,” Angela teased. “Oh Travis, this is my good friend from back in the days of middle school.”

            “Hi.”

            “Hey.”

            “As you should know, basically the way our system works is that you can go to one of the three main high schools: Lavin where we attend, Daloris went to La’nanita, and Kells attended Lakeshire,” Angela explained.

            “Look, I have to run, but we’ll catch up,” Kelly smiled. She waved and headed into the crowd. Angela was about to return in search for her locker when her brother came over to them.

            “Was that Kelly?” he asked Angela.

            “I know right?” confirmed Angela.

            “Did you tell her yet?” Zac whispered to the Travis.

            “Tell me what?” she asked.

            “Travis has a huge crush on—OUCH!” he squeaked when Travis touched his arm with his finger, shocking him.

            “Pause, rewind. Crush say whad?” she hammered.

            “Crush? Did I say crush? I meant…cru—nch. It’s a too new of a word for it to be hip yet,” Zac said, trying to cover his tracks. Only thing Travis could do was slapped his head with the palm of his head.  

            “Uhuh, I’ll just get the scoop later,” she said. Though she meant it as a joke, she could read that Travis was annoyed. “Well anyway boys, I’ll let you two chitchat for I have a locker to find.”

            Angela left the fellas and followed up on her search for her locker. Familiar faces followed by new faces filled the halls. Angel couldn’t believe that this will be the last year she would walk through these halls again. Though the school itself holds so many memories, some memories she would like to forget…or at least let go of. She found her locker a crossed from one of the drinking fountains. Though not a bad spot to be at, the best locker location for seniors was by the greenery room. She turned her card number over which had the combination code and proceeded to open the lock with it.

            “I am looking for a gul...” Clear as day, Angela heard the British accent of a male that cut through the noise of the hallways. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up so which intrigued her to slowly turned around seeing a very tall bleach blonde haired man a few feet back behind her. He was wearing a full white pressed suit and everything else from his shoes to his pants was all white. The only thing that wasn’t was the black glove on his right hand.

            “Excuse me?” she asked him.

            “I said I’m looking for a gul. Hair blue as the ocean, eyes blue as the sky, skin smooth as caramel,” he continued. Angela looked at him funny when he started to say those things. It then caught her attention that the students in the hallway began moving slow. “Able to will the powers of water, able to move objects with her hands.” He began to move forward,

            “Who the hell are you?” she asked. Her breathing increased after just now picking up his presence that was rushing at her with ever step he made forward. She scanned the halls, not sure if she should use her powers out in the open like this. She hadn’t felt a vibe like this for a long time.

            “I have been called many things in my lifetime. But for now you and your friends can call me Kessel.”

            “Kessel? What do you want?” she asked.

            “Angela Summers…such a lovely gul you are,” he praised.

            “How…how do you know my name?” His presence she was feeling increased into a force that surrounded her in a ghoulish personification of the only thing she could describe as evil. This is usually called a territorial presence.

            “You see, we’ve been watching you very carefully Angela Summers…the witch that got away from a Witch Stalker,” he said steadily. Angela had widened her eyes, remembering three years ago she caught the attention of a Witch Stalker and survived. “I am Kessel, one of the four CEOs of The Azaxtrix Council. I believe a few years ago you came in contact with one of my…how you say, employees named Hazar?” he explained.

            Before Angela could react, Kessel opened his right hand, sending Angela against the lockers. With her arms up over her head, they locked in place, unable to be moved.

            “Nonono,” said Kessel, closing his right hand so that his fingers touched his thumb. Angela’s mouth completely closed shut. With her hands bound and unable to speak, she was defenseless.

            “Normally I would leave you with a warning, but you and people like you are a threat,” he said. While extending, he open up his left hand and started to reach over to touch her chest. Angela tried to scream, but couldn’t. Kessel began reaching for her Crystal Heart, Angela tried to scream for help, but couldn’t. Kessel was aiming for her Crystal Heart when he suddenly stopped in his tracks. His clear eyes darted behind his clear glasses, to the right as he felt the territorial presence other than his own.

            In the immediate instant, Angela’s key around her neck started to glow, repelling Kessel’s assault.

            “Most unexpected. Two on one is just not fair love. We’ll meet again real soon Ms. Summers,” he said. Angela fell to the floor, gasping for air. She looked up and saw that Kessel was gone as time resumed. She then felt the second territorial presence of another, which triggered her senses to find the source. Her insight twist and turned through the halls, till it reached what felt like the embodiment of a female, wearing a leather jacket with her back against a wall. Angel passed out, unable to clear up what she suddenly picked up.

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[[For those of you who doesn't remember, go back to S1B3. ^.^ Kessel has been watching.]]