The Brightest Dark Magician

Chapter 8: The darkness approaches

Lunch the next day was not as welcoming as the first day which had been cut short after our class with miss Courtman. Nothing had really happened but everywhere I went people were continuously whispering or staring. After class miss Courtman pulled me aside and asked if I could control humans, because they where of course matter. I had lied, but I could still remember throwing Joe against the wall. The memory would always be with me and now studying magic there was no escaping it. Kyra rushed from behind me to catch up, slowing when she reached my side. "Hey, um so I don't know if you would want to but I thought if you wanted to you could join me and my brother at the undecidable table. You don't have to since your pure but if you want to it would probably save you a lot of grief." I came to a stop looking between both tables them back at Kyra and shrugged. "Sure, I've been meaning to talk with you more then just put little chat outside the classroom yesterday." We continued to walk toward the undecidable table but as we past the pure table, murmurs of vulgar words began to be said and I knew who they were for. I turned on my heels and although my mind told me better I couldn't let them say what they were saying.

"Darion please don't make any trouble, your new and that makes you a target." I didn't understand how she could let people talk about herself like that but one this was for sure. I hated when people were abused, I didn't stand for it in my section and I wasn't going to stand for it anywhere else. I treated the men below me the same way they treated me, with respect.

For as much as I wanted to act openly I wasn't going to, but no one ever said anything against magic. Although it wasn't my favorite method to handling this situation it was my only one. A jolt of electricity went through my body and I could sense everything around me on a deeper scale. I thought about the food that was on the table and imagined it flying on their faces and shirts. The food flew from it was place and landed where I wanted it to be, right on all the pure kids faces. I turned my back to them moving along so it didn't look like I did anything but even though I hadn't spared Willow from the food fight I could still see the mischievous smile. The loud crowed lunch hall didn't seem to notice anything had happened or at least didn't really care to acknowledge the little explosion at one table. I turned on my heels so that I wouldn't seem to obvious but there was a thin chance i wouldn't be suspected for the accident.

"What did you do, I told you not to make trouble and what do you do, make their lunches throw up on their faces.  If my uncle finds out that you are behind this he won't be to happy." Kyra glared with one eyebrow raised waiting for my excuse. "If your uncle knew what thoughts kids where calling you he would commend me for what I did. As it is you shouldn't let yourself get bullied like that." We stared at each other until I won the contest and Kyra gave up.
"Come on my brother is waiting." I looked one last time at the group of kids who now had food plastered on their faces. I still felt unsure about my magic but it was beginning to grow on me.

Kyra's brother was partially blind, one eye was milky white and the other was a vibrant green and was quite nice which made me suspicious but after a some time of conversing I saw that he was genuinely nice.
"I can't believe I finally get to meet one of Kyra's friends, she never brings them over, you must be special." Rupert seemed happy about this but Kyra sputtered on her orange juice. It wasn't a surprise that her brother had never met any of her friends seeing as she didn't really have any except for Willow. What struck me as odd was that he didn't know she didn't have friends just that he had never met them?

"Yes well I simply passed your sister's standard of excellence to meet you." If Kyra hadn't told him the truth about her friends I want going to do it for her and by the slight  look of relief she must have realized this too. "You said you where on the same class as my sister making you a pure magician, but your magic is different then a pure magicians," Rupert tilted his head perplexed "I can see people's aura and mimic them but yours is so stunning I've been meaning to ask about it. Pure magicians have white auras and dark magicians have gray auras, undecidable  magician's auras are a mix of both colors, your aura is a mix of gold and black." The question lingered in the air between us. What was I or rather who was I. The conversation didn't have the chance to continue thank god because from across the table a scream was released.

"M-my father was k-k-killed!" The boy ran hid hands though his hair, his eyes wide and body shaking. Two other guys came over but just patted his shoulder not knowing what to do. "My mother just called, she said they found him in his study in pitch black. Said he died of a heart failure but that there was a strong trace of magic. He was murdered by a type of magician that shouldn't exist, the type that can kill."