Spellbound

Chapter 7

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Pa-pa-pa-pa

I barely made a sound as I ran across the rooftops, but the rooftops seemed to make sounds underneath me. The barest whisper of my pads across the rooftops seemed to start a cascade of deep drumbeats in my chest. The glow of the setting sun was warm behind me as I ran over rooftops, almost invisible in the shadows settling over the land. I liked to look down at the streets as I leaped, from rooftop to rooftop, over them without breaking my stride. It was this habit that got me into trouble.

I crashed through the window of a large warehouse infront of me, landing on a series of catwalks, glass biting into me and cutting my skin with some difficulty. How could I have not seen the huge building infront of me? Oh well, no use worrying about it now. What happened happened. Instead, I would worry about my entrance, if it was noticed, and if anyone was looking for me. I listened, and it seemed that the building was deserted. I slunk around the catwalks, looking for the way to the floor. I found it in  a narrow stairwell behind a heavy metal door, being an obsticle until I found that it pushed inward and not swung outward.

I made my way onto the floor freezing when the scent of blood assaulted my nose. I peered through the near darkness to find a figure tied to a chair, slumped over, dead. Atleast, he looked dead, but the scent of blood seemed fresh.

Crack!

The sound of a door being shoved opened shattered the silence and stillness of the nearly empty warehouse. I scrambled to the nearest dark corner to lay down in. Light pooled in from some unseen source. Voices echoed throughout the empty space. A man and a woman were talking. There was another crack and then silence. I could see the woman walk over to the figure slumped in the chair. She bent over it, obsorbed in her thoughts. Just behind her, a light the size of a quarter grew in brightness and size until it was roughly man sized and blinding. There was a boom, like that of a sonic boom and the light disappeared. Standing there was a small girl, indestinguishable in wake of the nearly blinding light. The boom, for thats what it was, knocked the woman and the figure in the chair over, and blew them back several feet. The woman slowly struggled to her feet, as if she had been hit by a concussion blast. The figure in the now tipped over chair didnt move. I got up slowly to investigate.