That's So Wizard

Chapter 19 - Shadow of a Doubt Pt. 2

It was sunrise—a brand new day—but it wasn't a good one. Blood came down Daveon's lips. His throat was sore and bleeding from screaming. The local police had to hold him down within the station, and around him were people who knew him and his family.

"Let me go!" Daveon yelled at the top of his lungs. "I want to see them!"

"You don't want to, dear boy," came the voice of an older man. He shook his head. "Trust me. It's not something yours eyes should be seeing. No one deserves to go that way."

"It was Mr. Markani. I know it was!"

"Calm down," came the voice of an officer. "And don't shout that so loud. Please."

Finally the druid calmed down enough where they could release him from their grip. Nobody let him see his parents. There were already police at his house when he got home, and they kept telling him that it was horrible, but he didn't know what to think.

His world was spinning. Nothing seemed right. Every minute he pinched his arm to wake himself up to the point of leaving behind a painful red mark. I need to find him, he thought. Daveon wanted nothing more at that moment than to kill Bryant Markani. His vision appeared as if he was staring through a frame of outlining blur with minutes feeling like hours as they passed sluggishly by. He never truly understood chaos until that moment—when he lost his senses to the ether of emotion.

Fire burned in his stomach. A shimmer of emerald below his brow calmed enough to begin absorbing his environment, and he did so to watch the others carefully in order to find an opening in their ignorance.

It was soon that everyone in the room, he confidently decided, was looking away from him. When someone finally turned, it was already too late even to spy the rat scurrying out the door.

Markani massacred his parents. At first he was curious, but he decided it may be an awful idea to find them both after all, especially if what they were saying was true. They didn't even go peacefully. He had to find him. His tiny rodent feet brought him beneath the legs of pedestrians and the bottoms of market stalls in a hot pursuit to find the man behind it all.

Everyone knew where the man lived. It was within a stunning manor at the edge of town that dwarfed the other houses of the town in both size and gaudiness. The paint was vibrant red with golden trim.

Behind it was a fenced-off garden of bushes, shrubs, and flowers, and that's precisely where Daveon went to first. He found a crack in the stone wall surrounding the area and squeezed inside. Next, he needed to find a way into the manor. That's what he thought. However, the back door creaked open to bring a shudder down the rat's spine.

Dressed in another extravagant suit was Bryant himself walking out from his door to gaze upon the garden he seemed to be surprisingly passionate about. He always looked proud of himself, but at that moment, he was smiling more than Daveon had ever seen before. Seeing his face—seeing it grin—set the druid off as before, and without thinking further, his form flashed back to normal to stare him down. They were alone. He was free to use his magic.

"Daveon," spoke the man calmly. "I kind of expected you to show up here. I'd be upset for you intruding if I wasn't in such a fantastic mood."

"You're happy about killing my parents?" screamed Daveon.

"Oh, no. It isn't that. I just succeeded in what I was worrying would be impossible. I broke through the next barrier of my own limitations and brought forth something truly remarkable. It excites me down to my very core. Truthfully, I've never been so flustered and giddy in my life. I might be blushing."

"What the heck are you talking about? Actually, I don't even care. I'm going to make you pay in blood for what you did to them... Why did they deserve that, huh? You're disgusting!"