A Little thing Called Magic

Chapter 17 : Caught in my own game

 Isaac Avery

"Woah!" The crowd said as I finished doing the hocky-pocky. Well, if you don't know that, it's a thing done by experts like me in this world of alcohol we dwell in. It's all about drinking this big, cylindrical glass of hardcore liquor all-the-way-down.

"Now who was that guy who told me I won't survive?" I faced the crowd as I stood at a table near the DJ's lore. Music drummed in my ears and cheering was a rhythm I can live on forever. "Come here and I'll beat the living daylights out of ya."

The crowd laughed and a big, muscled guy wearing a biker's jacket went out. He looked at me with enough venom that will get my dog cry for help. Sadly, I have no dog.

"Hey man. Nice beard you have. What else do you grow huh? Im guessing your di---" His huge hands clamped down my shoulders and soon, im out of the table.

"Listen punk," He said as he held my collar "Why don't we settle this outside?"

I know I'm getting a bit groggy, what with all the alcohol that I have dosed, but hell yeah, Im up for a little action. "Sure pumpkin."

He let go of me with a gruff and walked towards the door. He turned once more and I started to follow him outside. Most of the people are either drunk or passed out that's why they were rubbishly unaware of what's happening. I grabbed my hoodie from the table and walked out of the door.

It was past 12 and the only adjustable light came out as the door closed behind me. I came out of the back of the bar, leading into the woods. The muscled guy was nowhere in sight. I adjusted my hood with only my eyes being seen.

The ring...I can feel it's power radiating through my body. Like ice and fire colliding and flowing through my bloodstream... Losing its twin was a pain, and I vowed to take hold of it no matter what cost.

I lived with my grandmother when I was a kid. The twin rings, she said, was considered as one, and the weapon of Cupid. It was handed down in generations, fulfilling something that was yet to be known. She said that it was extraordinary...immeasurable...the greatest weapon in the world that even death can't tear it apart.

"But you must be warned dear," she once said late at night, as she answered my questions about those mysterious rings that was inside a locked, hidden room that I once found, "When the time comes someone, or some will be chosen by the rings. You must make sure to give the rings to the rightful hands. For someday, someone will steal it...and I'm sad to say but... he will destroy himself in the process of seeking what he desires."

Someone will steal it huh? For years since my grandmother died and I was once held emancipated, I have gotten those rings despite her warning about the destroy shit-self-desire. Whatever that was. Anyway, yes I found two rings. Do you hear me? I got both of them. One was a huge stub of ring dotted with dark jewels that emits this creepy violet aura. That’s what I’m wearing now. The other one was a silver ring adorned with little diamonds you could've mistaken it to be sapphire. And it just fuc*ing decided to go transatlantic and shitty multiply itself to four.

Now they were being worn by four girls my age who doesn't even have a clue of what the rings can give them. 

When I persuaded the girls to come with me that day at the beach, I got lucky and used my power. I spoke to their brains and ordered their nerve cells to forget everything they know about the ring. And wow, guess what? The day they bumped with the boys was the day they found the ring so yeah, sorry boyfriends but you've been deleted out of your girlfriends' brains...

Except their rings decided to intervene and poof...instead of amnesia for a lifetime they get a deadline...I've always known that that silver ring was the romantic of the two. It gave me that creepy feeling that I have to fall in love with this girl that I was once working with, and yeah, so it happens, we dated and when the silver ring got missing, my dark-jeweled hell of a ring got me woken up and I dumped her...no she dumped me...Hell I declare that I dumped her!

So, the silver ring spoke to me, or was it just my imagination? It was a voice, like that of an angel's, sleepy...dreamy...but agitated at the same time. It was scolding me like it was my mother or something. 

So it said something about me forgetting every daydream I have to have it back, because it's so not going to happen. It added that it countered my magic of persuading the girls' nerve cells to forget the things I kinda deleted in their brains. I was supposed to find a way to make those guys and girls to kiss before the clock strikes twelve on their Valentines Party...and I was like, what the hell?

And so I made the girls go on a vacation with me for 3 months...I enjoyed being with them. We cliff-dived, jet-skied, swam, they even taught me how to f*cking bake a cake, they helped me talk with this girl at a bar one night, I listened to them sing with a band which made all the people there want for more...Yes, it's the first time I finally taught everything's okay... I was pretty aware that their families back home were getting agitated. That August guy almost tracked us down when I brought the girls for a weekend at Cape Horn...

Although it was against my feelings I decided that after 3 months of vacation, I made the girls forget me again. Now they don't know who I am, unless I complete my mission and make them all kiss. 

I sent them home, working my magic on their families, forgetting the girls were gone, then to the police, forgetting there was even a missing report. I saved the memory of the boys, it would be fun to get them crazy thinking about what was happening...

I heard a twig snap behind me and I stopped. I grinned and turned around, and there he was, the big bulky guy.

"Thought you ran away," I told him with one of my cocky grins.

He answered with a grunt and stepped forward, "Now Isaac, let’s get this straight, you mess with me and I’ll mess with your family.”

I snorted. My family, he said? Does this guy know anything?

“Wow. You seem to know a lot about me.”

The guy crossed his arms and then said, “People in this place fear me. They don’t want to mess with a guy like me. And---“

“Excuse me but who are you again?” I raised my brow. His face twisted into an angry outlook and that’s what it took for him to land a punch on me. One…Two…Three Punches in the faces. Blood trickled down my nose and I grinned while wiping it on my sleeve. I think I needed that.

“You finished?”

When he was about to say something, I punched him square in the face. He landed on the ground and became unconscious. I grinned. What will happen if I didn't care and disobeyed the silver ring's orders? I thought of it's price...of getting her back again...

Whatever. No more girls. Girls were just a pain in the ass. But knowing Artemis, Liz, Claire and Angel, they're different. Curse the ring and it's magic, right now, I've got another problem.

You remember the deadline I was telling you about? Well I'm here somewhere in South America. The next flight leaves tomorrow at 6 pm. Tomorrow is the V-dance. So unless I make it there before midnight, the silver ring shall work its magic and when they haven't kissed their respective boyfriends? They'll forget them completely...and the silver ring made sure to remove my memories too.

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Hahaha. Hey. Sorry for the always LAG of an update. I decided to write an ISAAC chapter to clear things up about the memory loss. And since Lizzie, we think, will take a long time tio update, take this as a treat.

Savour yourself to Isaac's hotness. TY and Godbless!

YOLO!! :)

-artemis-