Saying I didn't freak out is a misunderstanding. When Fitz fell down again and didn't get up, all of my fear and panic that was temporarily hidden rises up again. Laurel and Audrey see this and walk over to me. I can feel more uneasiness seeping into all of my thoughts. With a pale face, I watch as Mr. Wallace pulls a phone out and holds it to his ear.
After explaining that we need some "medical assistance immediately", the middle aged man hangs up and looks at me. "Caroline and Steven will be coming as soon as they can," Mr. Wallace tells me. Remembering how Caroline's a biologist, I nod.
Laurel looks at me in confusion, "Who's Caroline? And Steven?"
"Caroline's a chemist and Steven's a pathologist," I explain. "Fitz..." I pause, looking down at his heavily bruised body. "Fitz and I met them last year- we were working with them on the murders of David and Michelle Grahams."
The Altruistics and Sovereigns nod in comprehension. I then glance up to see a familiar couple rush down to us. Caroline looks at me before seeing Fitz. Shrieking, she kneels down immediately and yells, "Steven- the stretcher!"
"Stretcher..?" I echo, watching Steven quickly pull out a rolled-up stretcher. I watch as Steven gingerly carries the unconscious Percipient onto the stretcher. Almost glaring at Mr. Wallace, he orders, "Carry the other side- we're going to the laboratory!" And before I know it, Mr. Wallace and Steven are already heading down the hallway towards the laboratory.
Once they disappear from view, Caroline rushes over to me, enveloping me in a tight and affectionate embrace. Savoring the hug, I wrap my arms around her for a few moments. After we pull away, Caroline asks, "Who did this?"
My expression turns bitter as I spit out, "Fitton Galster." As Caroline gasps, I find myself glaring at the area where Fitton was before he disappeared. I then narrow my eyes when I see something glisten in that same spot. Frowning, I walk over and bend down to pick up a small, teal crystal. I furrow my eyebrows in thought as I wonder why it looks so familiar.
Then it hits me.
That crystal that knocked me out at the warehouse, I think.
That's called Tzanion, Fitz's voice echoes in my head, causing me to tense up. They're used in prostrators to give people a wave of agonizing mental pain before they're rendered unconscious. Few can still stay awake after they're hit with that. The purest form of tzanion- which is extremely rare to find- gives one telepathic powers. The smallest ones- which are easy to find- can knock people out.
My eyes widen. You're awake already?
Um... Fitz's voice wavers a bit. Nope, he transmits after a moment of silence. Still unconscious. But my mind's awake now. All of my injuries were physical, right?
I nod hesitantly. Yes... how do you know what tzanion is? I ask. And what's a prostrator? I immediately think of that white gun that shot the small tzanions at me at the warehouse.
A prostrator is a white gun that shoots out very tiny- and powerful- tzanions at someone, Fitz explains, confirming my theory. And for how I know this... it's weird. It feels like when you transmitted that there was a crystal that knocked you out, I could only think of tzanion. Like it was hidden, but came up again.
Can you tell if your injuries have healed yet? I ask.
No, not really. But I do know that although my mind's awake, it's not strong enough to operate my body again
I nod sympathetically. I glance over to see Laurel, Caroline, and Audrey looking at me curiously. "Who are you talking to?" Laurel asks. "Mr. Wallace?"
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Sentry of the Arcane: Befall
Mystery / Thriller-Sentry of the Arcane: Befall- It's been a year since the Percipients, Altruistics, and Sovereigns were introduced to each other and to a world that they shouldn't have known at that young age- death by brutal murder. They know who the murderer is...
