Run With The Wicked

Chapter 10: Up-and-Coming

The Above image is of Skye (she has glasses as well so yea)

The hoard of footsteps softened as they drew further away, like of a pack of wild hyenas determined in catching their prey. I focused on my breathing, every breath came out in ragged puffs. 

The small closet began to heat, causing a wet patch formed on the back of my collar and my hands to dot with beads of sweat.

When the footsteps faded, I furrowed my brow in confusion.
"What's happening?" I whispered, quietly frantic.

I glanced up at Zeke's eyes, I didn't even have to ask. Even though his face was slightly flushed, he didn't loosen his hold around me, nor his gaze.

"There must be someone at the gates." He said without looking at me, releasing me for a moment he eyed between the slants in the wooden door that sealed us in. 

His eyes flitted along the corridor before cautiously clicking the door open a crack. He stepped into the hall we were talking in moments ago and allowed me to slip past.

I brushed out the creases in my shirt and allowed to fresh air to fill my lungs. The welcoming cool air hit my face. I turned to him.
"Why would there be someone at the gates?" I said slowly.

It might have been nothing, knowing the kid at St Tourne's it was more than easy to fool the skittish students with a practical joke. However coming to know what I now knew didn't come without its risks.

"We knew it would only be a matter of time until someone spotted you?"

"You mean they could be here for me!?" I shrieked. I must have had a horrified look on my face, because he rushed quickly to explain. Zeke pursed his lips and folded his arms over his chest.

"You are not the human anymore, that means that your façade- the very energy your powers come from- can be detected by others of our kind." He explained.

The façade was pretty much like a giant battery, sourcing my powers from. 

Zeke had told me stories of Wiccans that had exhausted their powers to a point where they either died, or their powers didn't come back to their host. But if their powers did return, they were so weak that they weren't worth having. Now not only was the façade a glowing battery-like ticking time bomb, it was a supernatural GPS as well. Brilliant.

"But if they're one of us, why come here?"

Zeke glanced down at his shoes and gulped.
"Because not all of us are on the right side." He said simply.

"There are Wiccans out there that kill people like you for the energy your façade contains. Typically they don't bother with many average folk, but...."

I shot him an annoyed look, urging him to spit it out.

"Our coven contains some of the rarest powers-"

"Like your ability to talk to animals?" He nodded.

"And Quentin's fire throwing ability, and Denae's scary as shit power." He blinked.

"What can she do anyway?"

"Hopefully you'll never find out." He warned. I chewed my lip. Zeke stepped forward, grasping me by the shoulders. His breath was warm as he spoke the only reassuring words he could.

"At least now the coven can protect you, if it is who I think it is. I promise you, you'll be safe with us."

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The night went without a hitch. As one of the students aiding the careers night, it was my responsibility to make sure that everything was kept in order and the guests were seen to. Like usual the school had put a strict uniform policy on so as to give a good impression to the guests.

 Boys who usually had their shirts hanging out were forced to tuck them in and girls with skirts halfway up their asses had been given a scolding and told to unroll them. Everyone had to have their hair worn nicely, none of the usual One Direction, Justin Bieber wannabe haircuts, and shoes needed to be clean enough to goddamn eat off those things.