The Soup Master

Chapter 5

 Elizah tumbled to the ground, enraged and soaking wet. It took her a second to get her bearings, before realizing that she was in the river Thames, just outside the warehouse. Sputtering slightly from the water, she slowly swam for the river bank, trying to pull herself from the filthy water. As she did, someone spoke.

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to make quite the entrance in their return." The voice sounded like that of a teenage boy, and Elizah looked up to see that the individual was exactly that. Unlike most people from the 1930's, however, he seemed to be wearing blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. On his hands were a pair of fingerless gloves, and he had on a pair of what looked almost like bowling shoes, but not. Around his waist was also a belt, with a buckle that was of an oval design, featuring a star at the center of the horizontal ellipse. His skin was fair, and he had on a pair of sunglasses that almost seemed reflective. The glasses were brown in color, perfectly matching his dark brown hair, which was cut in what almost looked like a curly mohawk. With a rather arrogant grin, he held out his hand to help Elizah. "Need a lift."

Elizah grinned back, before that grin turned to an angry smirk, and she froze the water around her, sending a small chunk of it straight into the boy's chest, knocking him flat on his back. Slowly, she pulled herself up onto the ice-platform she had created, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and levitated herself up out of the the river. The icy platform rose until it was level with the ground the boy was standing on, before it stopped moving. Stepping off, and carefully dusting herself off, Elizah turned to the boy. "Would it kill kids like you these days to have even a little respect for your elders?"

The boy stood up rather angrily, his glasses having been knocked off of his face. This revealed his eyes to be brown, with small flecks of topaz in the corneas. His hair began to seemingly smoke, causing whatever coloring agent he'd used to fade, turning his hair to a silvery white color. "How dare you act that way towards me! Don't you know who I am?"

"Someone getting in the way, that's who." Elizah replied, not so readily or easily taunted by someone the likes of him. Holding out her hand, the familiar small pieces of ice formed, and condensed to create her wand, which she flung to the side, the tip glowing, her hand grasping the very opposing end of the gem. "Now, I'd advise you to watch your mouth, and your next move, very carefully around me. I don't know about you, but I'm as cold as ice when it comes to people disrespecting me. And you seem to be rather short tempered. So, before you decide to blow your fuse, remember that."

The boy snorted, as though amused, and held out his hand, preparing to cast a spell, when a voice stopped him. "Easy there, Eric. She's one of us, remember. And one of our more powerful agents, I might add. I daresay she is one of the best necros we have had in a long time. So, before you blast her off the face of the earth like I know you are planning on doing, think for a second on what may happen to you if you do."

Elizah turned, and looked over Eric's shoulder to see a girl moving towards them. She had long black, rather curly hair, which hung down past her shoulders. She was wearing blue jeans like Eric, although she had on a green t-shirt. Around her neck was a pendant, which bore a medium-sized square emerald talisman. Her hair was wrapped up in a ponytail, which contrasted her bright white skin perfectly. Her eyes were brown like her brothers, but they seemed to lack the Topaz flecks he had in his eyes. Turning to Elizah, her expression changed to become more professional in manner. "What happened, anyway?"

"Well, Golfen and I found out why Malec is here in the first place," Elizah replied. "He followed me here to try and prevent me from continuing to work with the Divine Call. He also said that, if I was still working with the Divine Call, that he would try and figure out what we were planning so that he could save any lives that might be endangered by simply getting in the way."