Shit was going down.
Quentin was now facing The Beast with a look of defiance in his eyes.
« Quentin Coldwater, just the oneI was looking for » the Beast spoke calmly with a latent toneof agressivness.
« Martin, what on Christ's name areyou doing here at the moment ? »
Martin looked puzzled. The thing toknow right now is that Q was high as a kite.
Lately he'd been all about a particularform of magic, one that implies lots and lots of booze anddrugs-something Elliot was reallyproud to teach him. This form of magic-however extremely powerful-was profoundly hard to master. And obviously, Quentin was just abeginner.
He was counting on beginner's luck butthat chance seemed to be getting thinner as seconds passed.
Quentin realized that and tried todistract the Beast with a conversation. However, is brain being off,the only thing that went through his mind was the old quoteDumbledore said Harry just after he died. He then decided to give ita shot.
« Is this real or is this all inmy head ? »
« What on earth are you onabout ? »
« I mean are you here with me ? »
« Quentin, are you drunk orsomething? »
« I mean, it's not that but... »
The Beast was starting to get impatient, Quentin knew that it was time to take actions.
He whistled softly just as Elliottaught him. Martin looked him straight in the eyes, trying todetermine if he was insane. He then decided out of mercy to join him,unable to understand that he was using an experimental form of magic.The point of this maneuver was to suppress almost any form of magicwithin earing distance. They whistled for a good three minutes beforeQuentin suddenly stopped as the spell was over.
« Bravo, boy ! Didn't knowyou had it in you really ». The Beast was smiling like a happychild.
Quentin looked at him confidently. Heknew the drunk magic was one of the only form of magic more powerfulthan the whistling spell.
« Yes, I get that a lot,surprinsingly»
Q knew he had the upper hand for atleast three good minutes. So, he decided to act fast. He gathered allof his strength to his hands and started the spell.
«It's time for you to di... »
He searched Martin with his eyes onlyto find him sobbing on the ground.
« Martin, what's going on ? Whatare you doing right now ?»
« You know, it's just... It'sjust that being the so-called bad guy and all, no one ever made thetime to speak to me or to even get interested in me or something andnow whistling with you like that, i feel like a little boy onceagain. And it's really lame, I don't wanna, I never wanted, it'snever been what I wanted all along. »
Quentin wasn't expecting this, helooked down at the old guy-boy and realised he and everyone else hadit wrong the whole time. See, The Beast was actually the bad guyin this story but not Martin. Martin was just a little boy whohad really bad things happened to him and when he turned his humanityoff and allowed The Beast to take over, he just became another victimalong with all the others The Beast would make along the way. AndQuentin knew he could help him with the situation.
« Martin, hey Martin » Qsaid gently.
« What now ? You were goingto kill me, were you not ? Then what are you waiting for, justgo for it, dont be a pussy ».
« Martin, I figured it out »
« What do you mean ''you figuredit out'' ? Were you not gonna kill me ? »
« No, I mean yes. Whatever itdoesn't matter, I can help everyone here including you, I havefigured it out »
« Well, spill it out don'tleave me hanging it's not polite now, is it ?»
« Martin, shut up for a second wedon't have much time. The thing is, the whistle thing we did earlier,it turned off the magic nearby and apparently, it turned off TheBeast within you, do you see were I'm going with this ? »
« But, what ? How's thateven possible ? That was not actually me doing this magic allalong ? I don't get it »
« It would appear not, and that'sthe good news of this story »
« And what's the bad one ? »
« We have roughly ten minutesbefore the spells end »
« And what can I do ? Howcan I stop this ? »
« I only see one way and you'renot going to like it »
« Ugh, what is it, killmyself ? »
« No. Well, yes also but notonly »
« Well, what is it, we don't havemuch time from what I've heard, what is it for fuck's sake ? »
« I think you have to give up onyour magic »
« Give up on... Come on, don't beridiculous... How could I... »
« Better than death »
« But, how will I... How will Iprotect myself ? What will I do ? What will happen of me ?What ... »
« Look, we'll figure it out butnow you have to act quick because if you haven't understand we reallydon't have much time left, the clock is ticking »
« And, how am I even supposed togive my magic up exactly ? How does this even work ? »
Q already knew the answer, he hoped itwould eventually have ended up this way.
« Give it back... To Fillory. »
« To Fillory ? Asin... here ?»
« As is everywhere around you,you drained it from this place, you have to give it back, it's dying,the magic is dying and you know why. That's the right thing to do andyou know it »
Martin couldn't speak, he was staringat Quentin with pure hesitation in his eyes, The Beast already tryingto regain power over him. He was clearly fighting agaisnst it.
« Martin please I don't want tokill you »
He then decided himself and with a lookof total resignation interlocked his fingers and
pointed them toward the sky waiting forFillory to retake the magic.
An intense lightning pierced him fromhead to toes and suddenly it was over.
Quentin waited a while then decided toapproach him.
« Martin ? Are you dead ? »
Martin was there but it wasn't theMartin that was there just a moment ago. It was a young kid, the kidthat let The Beast possess him all this time ago.
« Wh.. Where am I ? »
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Battle the beast bitches
FantasyA tale of greatness, deception and magic together in a short but violent scene
