Love & Deceit

Chapter 2: Worrisome Tides

Dark Soldiers, also known as The Black Brotherhood, or as I prefer to call them: the ultimate stain of humanity. They are the most cold, conniving, evil bastards I'd ever had the displeasure of dealing with, and what's more, they want me dead. My former job as a Plight Agent was to rid the world of darkness, and to keep humans safe. Dark Soldiers on the other hand? Well...they're part of The Darkness that humans need protection from, the other part? It's the reason James died. The Darkness, a force that no one knows anything about, other than the fact that it destroys everything in its path and cannot be defeated...or controlled as far as anyone knows. Dark soldiers are basically servants of The Darkness, and now they have my best friend. There is no chance in hell I'm going to let anything happen to Matt. He's basically all I have left. I swear to god if they so much as TOUCHED him...

"Rave, you don't look so good. Maybe you should sit-"

"I'm not going to sit. We're leaving...now!"

"But Rave-"

"DID I STUTTER?"

Charles and Mary were taken aback by my brash attitude. They haven't seen me get this worked up since I was in the Plight. I'd lost my passion after what happened to James. I refuse to let Matthew suffer the same fate. Mary grabbed Charles' and my arm, and teleported us to where she'd last seen Matt: a dark alleyway in the middle of nowhere? Why on earth would he have been here to start with?

"I saw him here; he was in what looked like a heated argument with two men. He looked pissed. I realized they were dark soldiers after they knocked him out using magic and teleported with him. By then it was too late."

"Did you try to trace the teleportation? Any leads whatsoever?"

"No...but you probably can."

"I...I'll try."

I'm a little rusty; after all, tracing spells were some of the most advanced spells known to the Plight.

I concentrated...started to feel the energy within my core, and transfer it to my mind to enhance my senses. And just like a switch was flipped I could see the teleportation field. Now for the tracing spell; Focus...on your soul.

"Vestigium"

Images started spurring in my mind, changing too quickly for me to focus on one; then it started slowing down, until it stopped on the picture of an abandoned factory warehouse on the edge of town. With the symbol of the black brotherhood slathered on the roof, I focused my energy on the picture trying to get anything to make me sure that he's there, after all this could be an elaborate trap set by the brotherhood to capture me.

It's not...is it? My answer came when my mind's eye caught sight of Matt. Oh my god, he's hurt, bleeding...unconscious. I will fucking kill them...

"I know where he is. We need to hurry."

Not waiting for a reply I teleported us to a place near the warehouse, knowing it was empty. I started for the factory, ignoring Charles and Mary's protests, until Charles grabbed my arm to stop me.

"You can't just charge in there!"

"Watch me."

"Rave, he's right. We at least need a plan."

"...Every second we waste, is a second where they could be hurting him." I paused shifting my gaze from Charles' eyes to Mary's and back to Charles', while my words sunk in. "So plan or not, I'm going in there. You can come with me, or hide here like fucking cowards, either way; I'm going."

I started for the building again, and this time they didn't try to stop me, but I could hear their footsteps behind me. I stomped over to the door and used magic to throw it open, being greeted by a round of confused dark soldiers. I didn't even give them a chance to react, as I used all of my strength to knock them out.