Run, run! RUN
If you were to listen to the thoughts of the trio, that's all you would hear.
RUN
And they did. They ran as fast as they could. Nothing was stopping them. Nothing but the two dead bodies laying in front of them.
"Oh my God" Jane whispered. She stopped running and walked slowly over to them. She bent down and studied them while the brothers lingered over her.
The black robes were soaked, creating a darker color than the original. Their heads, smashed from the impact had blood still flooding out of it. Jane swiped her hand over the sheets that covered their faces, pulling them off. Blood filled their mouth and stained their teeth. Pebbles had made homes in their skin. With slits in their foreheads and almost the whole right side of a man had their head cracked open all with a side of undeniable skull that was viable through the blood.
The sight disgusted her.
The ground under them was still burned, "how much further do you think it'll be until there's no more burnt roads?" she asked standing up and walking away from the bodies. Quentin only glanced at them while Jacob didn't even birther to acknowledge them. "I'd say another 2 miles" Quentin said walking over to her.
"This is gonna be a long walk" she complained "oh yea," Jacob replied jogging over to them.
Their shoulders were dropped, and heads held low. "Hey, how come we didn't use that spell? The one to conjure the fire balls?" Jacob asked to break the silence between them as the walked. "Its because we are born with the magic. Witches and wizards use fake spells, their magic in general is fake. We can only use real magic, you would have to be seriously powerful to have magic in your blood and use fake magic." "That doesn't make any sense. Wouldn't fake magic require less power than real magic?" Quentin questioned "honestly I can't really explain that to you, your have to look at one if your mom's books to get an answer" her voice was tired.
"Okay but if the fire-orb in the car blew up, why didn't the others? Did they and we just didn't see? Is the house destroyed?" there was no panic in Quentin's voice, it was almost sad. "I'm pretty sure that was the only one that blew up, that one was summoned by using a different spell impetu obilitatis. It makes a bursting orb, such as the one that blew up the car. If it was one that blew up it would have done so just as we got out the house. So the only danger we really have at the moment is your aunt finding black balls, broken glass, and maybe some purple stained floors."
"What is happening!" Quentin screamed, everything was just becoming so frustrating. So many things are happening all at once. Its just too much to handle. He stomped his feet repeatedly before sitting down on ground and planted his head in his hands.
Jane bent down next to him and rubbed his back "hey it's o-" "guys!" Jacob interrupted, Jane stood up to look at him. 'Behind you' he mouthed. He looked absolutely petrified, and did nothing but make Jane scared as well. Slowly she turned around, only to see three wizards, and like before they were dressed head to toe in black robes.
"Oh for fucks sake" she breathed, in a very annoyed tone.
The wizards huddled together and mumbled a citation she had never heard before. They pulled out knives and it began to float in their hands. And as quickly as it had started the knives were flown towards them.
Almost like the speed of light, Quentin had ran in front of Jane. Something much like an invisible shield he clutched in his hand. He blocked the first two knives that were for him and Jane. They stuck to it like darts. And than held his hand up to the right blocking the third one mean't for Jacob.
His voice became thick and deep. "Back off!" He spat at the wizards. He was furious, and nothing was going get in his way at the moment. "Jacob, freeze their hands" it was done in an instant, the wizards struggled and made faces of agonizing pain."Jane" he continued "bring the lighting." it took her a moment to remember what that was but when she did, she didn't hesitate. The light glimmered in her hand, she threw it in front of herself. Hitting the wizard in the middle on the chest. The wizard howled in pain before falling to the ground. He was dead.
The other two began to back away slowly. Jane threw her other hand out, and gripped on what seemed like strings. "Oh no you don't" her smile was evil and she loved it. The wizards couldn't move anymore, it was like they were tied. She pulled her hand to her chest and through their protest, the wizards were brought before her.
"Now what should I do with you two? Should I set you free? Should I stab you? No I think I'll just get a little information out of you." Jacob walked over and pulled of the black masks covering their faces. Both were men with black hair and brown eyes. "Hey you know you guys kinda look like the men who play Joey and Chandler in Friends" "Jacob now is not the time!" Quentin exclaimed.
"Now tell me how does Orydor know where I am?" she asked in a sweet deceiving gentle voice "I'm not telling you" one stated "awe, that's to bad" she said in the same sweet voice. She pulled a knife out of Quentin's shield and swiped it against the man's skin making him hiss, something about watching the blood poor out of his skin was satisfying. "Now I'm gonna-" she struck him again "ask you-" and again "one more- " and again "time. How does Orydor know I'm here?" when she didn't get an answer in the first 5 seconds she threatened to strike again.
"Okay okay I'll tell you" he gave in, and Jane looked very satisfied. "He uh he saw you go through the portal. And he used blood magic to communicate with us hiding in this world." "Wh-" "Jane we gotta go" Quentin grabbed her arm "there's a helicopter and its looking down in this area we need to go!" Jane looked up to they sky, finding a blue and white machine flying in the sky with people poking their heads out of it. He grabbed Jacobs hand as well "we need a portal!" they had gripped their eyes closed and spoke in unison.
When they opened their eyes what seemed like a portal was their. But they couldn't be sure. It was a dark blue with brighter swirls in it. With no other options they jumped through it. And it disappeared right behind them.
"W-we're back in the bunker" Jane said in a surprised voice which turned into a laugh. The brothers started laughing with her. It wasn't because something was funny. It was because of joy they had two near death encounters just today. And yet they are back in the bunker living and breathing.
But Jane's laughter turned into a frown. She was scared. Scared of herself. "Jane? What's wrong?" Quentin was the first to ask as she sat down on top of the table. "I'm scared Quentin. I'm being hunted, Quentin hunted. I'm doing magic I've never even learned about, never even heard about. I mean when did I learn to just do what I did on command. When did you?" "I-I-I don't know"
"I killed people today" she said looking at them both "and you know what's the weirdest part? I don't even feel... Bad about it." Her voice was so quiet it showed how truly scared she was.
"None of us do" Quentin said "I don't feel bad about it,Jacob doesn't feel bad about it do you?" he turned and looked at him "nope" he said popping the 'p'. "And you wanna know why? Because we knew what we were doing, we are stopping the people who murdered millions. We are stopping people who committed genocide Jane. We're doing it for the good." he put his finger on her chin and lifted her head up "look at me okay? You know what we're gonna do?" she shook her head "we are gonna keep doing what we're doing we are gonna keep fighting. And we are not gonna stop until Orydor is dead."
Her eyes filled with hope and her body didn't hang limp. "Now before we discuss anything else we need to get this balls out of aunt Elizabeth's house right now." "that might be a good idea" Jacob agreed the all laughed and ran out of the bunker, through the basement and to the front porch.
Slowly Quentin opened the door. And to his surprise aunt Elizabeth was standing in front of the stair case in complete shock. "What happened?"
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The Girl From Thion
FantasyGoing through his dead mothers old stuff, Quentin Greenlee never expected to find bags full of parsley, dead mint leaves and definitely not a girl the size of his thumb. But from the near death experiences, Quentin wouldn't dare to regret opening t...