The Rise Of The Mystic

Chapter 1

Alex Kane and Jason Smith were running in the sewers from a group called Magi.

Jason Smith

How did this happen? Before all this Mystic stuff happened I had a good life. Well, as good as you can have being an orphan. Now I'm  running around with this man, who the media is calling Strikes, whoever that really is. Strikes says I'm a Mystic, like I have magic or something.

Time seems to slow down. I watch as Strikes takes a knife from his patch on his right leg and cuts his arm and yells "kasteck!". As he pushes his arm forward I feel a wave of power come from his hand. I look back and see the people chasing us get blown back like a huge wave of wind picked them up. Time speeds up again and I yell "What was that!" "Magic" Strikes says calmly, like this was a very normal thing. "We need to go" I say in shock, he then walks towards the men and cuts there face with his knife. "Strike one"

Alex Kane

Our feet splash into the water the stench of human waste is overwhelming, any other day I would be disgusted, but not today...today is different, i've never seen any one get this much attention from the Magi... who is this kid?

That second a man stops us."kallashut"he yells causing me to fall to the ground, pain runs through my body. Jason's eyes suddenly turn green and he yells in fear "kasteck" and pushes out his arm. The man gets thrown back. Jason's eye turn back to brown and he rushes over to me. Jason looks at me with worry in his eyes "Is there anything I can do" "Sckeestues" I shout with all my power.The pain instantly fades away. I get up and Jason says "ok, I guess not" I walk over to the man. "He's dead" I say. Jason looks like all the happiness in his life just got drained from him. "It's ok, you get used to it" I tell him. He just looks down. "I-I didn't mean to, it's just, I was scared." I stay silent. Then I realized, " You just did magic without having to sacrifice." Jason looked confused, so I say " You have to make a sacrifice when you do magic, like how I cut my arm to do that spell, and you did the same spell without having to do a sacrifice." Jason just said, " Well I do like Star Wars, maybe the force didn't need a sacrifice." I sighed, " It's not the force its a bloody mystic spell This might be why they said you were a Mystic." "Who?" Jason asked. "They're an organization that try to catch Mystics, like you, and study them,turn them into weapons ." I reply.

Jason Smith

OK, OK, OK, OK. So, apparently I'm like this kid who has powers and whatever, and an organization is trying to capture me. Strikes is, well I don't know. He seems to know a lot more than he's saying, but he does cut people's face and stuff, so I'm not going to press him for details. I still can't believe I killed that guy... I hope I never get used to that..that feeling of evil."Here" strikes says pointing at a latter. The lid opens and the hellish light of the city shines down on us. Once we arrive on land strikes activates an earpiece "shit" he yells as he takes off his glove showing a silver lustrous hand "that sun of a bitch" he shouts hitting the wall constantly

I pull out my phone and go to news.in big bold text it reads Clock-work pronounce alive...