Immortal Healers/Solangelo

Chapter 7

who's ready for a prophecy and some magic?!

When I came back, the door was unlocked. I had locked it when I left and only Will had a key, apart from me. As I proceeded into the apartment I didn't see him. His easel was set up in the lounge, but he was nowhere in sight.

I walked closer, and saw something red, standing out against the light blue of the couch. More of the red substance was splattered on the carpet.

"Will? Are you around?" my voice echoed through the apartment, but was left unanswered.

The feeling of unease fell over me. "Will?" My voice rang out again, louder this time, and an octave higher than normal. Still no answer. I walked to Will's bedroom. Still no sign of Will. The kitchen was empty and unchanged as well. The door to the bathroom stood open, signalling there was no-one in there.

When I re-entered the lounge, I noticed a window that had previously been closed, when I left earlier. It was now opened, and sent a cool breeze through the apartment.

I never leave open windows unsupervised, because that's basically an open invitation for monsters to come and kill you. The window had to have been opened whilst I was at the store. Possibly Will, but he was nowhere in sight....

Monsters. They must've sensed Will, figured out who he was and taken him. For the few days I'd known him, I already got the fact that he didn't give up easily, or went down without a fight.

That should explain the red. It was blood. Will's blood. I couldn't keep my eyes on the couch.

Slowly I raised my hands and steadied my breathing. I gathered my emotions and put them in a box in my mind, to block them out. I wouldn't be able to perform magic otherwise.

Concentrating on the air in the apartment, and the ticking of the clock, I mentally went back to the point in time where I'd left, and Will was still sat on the couch. I took hold of the image and focussed it towards my hands.

The air around me shimmered and wavered, like the air on a warm day. I could slowly start to make out the events that happened form the point I left. First backwards, and incredibly sped up, too fast to properly make out or register.

The image stopped at the right moment, and started playing chronologically, slightly sped up, but slow enough to see and comprehend. I saw myself leaving, and Will getting up. He left the room and came back carrying his easel and an empty canvas. He placed the items near one of the large windows, and started painting.

"Nico, what is that!"

Will's voice reached my ears, and startled me out of concentration. My boxed up emotions flooded my mind once more.

"I....err.....you...I was looking for you." It sounded off, and as soon as the words left my mouth I noticed the emotion in them, emotions I never let take over my actions.

"I was getting some turpentine. When I started painting, I accidently spilt red paint on the couch. I wanted to clean it up, but ran out of turpentine. Because I didn't want Mrs. O'Leary to eat the paint and get sick, I took her with me. I opened the window so the paint smell wouldn't linger in the apartment. But you didn't answer my question, what was the floating image? I saw myself in it. How is that possible?"

His questions rolled over me, and all I could do was think. I had managed to ruin everything before anything had gone wrong. I hadn't thought rationally, forgotten the basic rules and laws of magic, too set on finding Will to realize that someone might see me.

"Will, I need to explain some things to you. And hear me out before you call me crazy. Follow me."

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