Hexed - A Black Magic Novel

Chapter 3 - Trapped

I was six, my parents and I lived within the suburbs of Haven Grove. Things were simpler, happier. My dad and I loved artistic creations, especially graphic novels and manga. My mom, on the other hand, was more serious. She loved anything within the fields of science, Astronomy was her favorite. She loved the constellations and the vastness of the universe so much that when she wasn't spending time with us, she'd be studying anything involving the outside of our planet. One day, my dad was reading in the privacy of his bedroom, I was watching TV in the living room, and Mom was getting food from the store. Typical daily life of a "normal" kid. Suddenly a harsh knock emitted from the front door. I, being extremely smart at a young age and quick to adjust to situations of possible death, quietly go to my dad. His TV was blaring Monday Night RAW.

So THAT'S why he didn't hear the door. I thought.

I tugged on my dad's sleeve. "What is it, Evan?" He asked. I held my hand up vertically and knocked against it with the other. "Oh. Someone's at the door. Relax, kiddo. It's probably your mom." He said. When he saw the worried look on my face, he sighed, touseled my hair, shrugged and walked into the living room. He looked through the peephole, then looked back at me. "It's... not your mom... but, don't worry, I'll handle this." He said with reassurance. He opened the door, walked out, and closed the door behind him. I grabbed one of my plastic chairs from my room and put it up to the door, I climbed up but still couldn't see through the peephole, I grabbed my stool, set my chair on top of it and climbed back up, I was tall enough to see through the peephole. My dad was talking to a man holding a beer bottle. He seemed drunk, or whatever I thought he was at the age of six, I saw my dad talking to him, and, by reading his lips, I saw he was trying to reason with the man to leave his property. The man, clearly too drunk to think logically, threw the beer bottle at my dad. With surprising reflexes, he caught it in midair and set it down gently onto the grass. My dad was very passive, so he tried reasoning, bargaining, and even demanding the man leave his premises, but the man wouldn't budge. So, my dad got out his phone and was preparing to call the police when the man lunged at my father, he then grabbed the beer bottle and slammed it above my dad's head, causing glass to explode and hit not only my dad, but the man's hand as well. Seeing the bottle is now destroyed, he pummels my dad with his fists. I, being brave, decided to run outside and grab the phone. I called the police department, told them the address and asked them to hurry. The man, realizing he was caught. tries to flee. So I threw the stalk of the beer bottle at his head with surprising accuracy. It busted against his head, and he crumpled to the asphalt. I shook my dad, hoping he wasn't gone. He then groaned. Phew. I thought. A police cruiser came with an ambulance towing behind. Paramedics lifted him to a stretcher. But as they were closing the door, I saw my dad muttering four words, and I knew he directed them to me. "We are the cure.." The ambulance doors then slammed shut, and the ambulance sped off. "We are the cure.." I muttered. "To what exactly?!"Then everything faded in and out. Then.. nothing.

-=-{:[OXO]:}-=-

I woke up. Head spinning and locked in a room with a table, a chair, a barred window and nothing else. I looked around and saw a mirror covering the entire left wall. A mirror, or a hidden window.. I thought. My mind relayed what happened. I was caught in the middle of the night by a group of masked figures, knocked unconscious and taken to a cell, or rather, a room so they can study me, so they can observe me,

But why would they want to? I asked myself.

I recollect what the masked figure with the Luger, Ian, said. "Quiet, mage!" I look at the possible one-sided window. So they're observing me because they think I'm a mage? I asked myself. The guy I blasted, could I have actually done that? I thought, pondering the possibility that these insane people might be right. Then I thought about escape, which is physically impossible. Unless... I thought, I teleported somehow. Recollecting what I did to escape the ones in the alleyway. So I tried focusing on escape, of leaving like I did before, but my mind was only focused on the fact that I'll be stuck here forever. Suddenly, an idea sparked. "Fear..." I said to myself, remembering why I teleported before. Images began swirling in my mind, seeing my dad obliterated into nothing but dust, watching my mother get shot in the head. The man aiming his gun at me, me blasting him, me killing him. I suddenly felt like a criminal, an escaped convict. No.. no! I can't be like that! But a tiny voice, a voice of darkness with sharpened teeth forming a devious smile, emerged from it's depths and whispered into my thoughts. Even if you teleported, in which case I doubt you can do, you'll never escape the sins crawling down your spine. Then, nothing. I was silent. I didn't teleport, I just stood there. I suddenly heard a few metallic clicks, then a hiss. A door. A chance to escape! I thought. I bolted towards the sound, but ended up getting taken down instantly. A man in a very formal suit leaned down over me. "Stand." He said flatly. I managed to get up. Then, as soon as I did, I threw a punch. He dodged quicker than I thought, quicker than anyone would've thought. I managed to sense an upcoming jab to my ribs and grabbed his arm. Then I got a swift kick to my face. I backed away, holding my hand over the possible-forming bruise on my cheek. I looked and saw none other than the redhead. "Still wanna get your teeth knocked in, mage?" She sneered. Great, now she's calling me that. I felt a tingling sensation in my fingertips, then heat. The redhead quickly went into a defensive stance. I stood there, confused. Why would she be afraid of me? I thought. Then my nose picked up the scent of smoke. I looked down and saw my fist engulfed in flames. Suddenly, the voice returned, but it spoke to them out of my own mouth. "You shouldn't have done that." It growled. The redhead shook her head, then lunged at me. I, no, It hit her hard with my flame-engulfed fist. She slammed into the wall. Blood pouring from a cut on her lip. It repaired itself, and she lunged again. It managed to grab her by the throat. The voice commanding I slit it open. That I burn her into nothing but ash like she did to my father, or shoot her in the head like she commanded one of her agents to do to my mother. But all I did was bring her out of the room. I hit a soft spot in the back of her head and she fell limp. I then set her down and ran. I bursted through a window without realizing how high I was. Watching myself fall. I shielded my eyes and waited for me to be turned into a pancake on the streets on West Ridge, I landed in hay a few seconds afterwards. I then realized I teleported to a barn. I heard a shuffle of keys on the other side of the door.

-=-{:[OXO]:}-=-

A year or two after she accepted Durante into her life, a child was born. They didn't have a name for them, so they decided to wait until they found a name.

But there wouldn't be enough time to wait.

Tension was building within the kingdom as men, woman, and children were accused of witchcraft and Dark Magic. Most were burned, hung, tortured, and enslaved. Some found ways to avoid pain but lose their rights as human beings. They were turned into part of an "it" category. Exiled from their once fellow humans, the "witches and wizards" were nothing more than filth to their King, a stubborn, lazy, arrogant man who uses strength over intellect. She saw this travesty and hatred was eating away at her. Luckily, Durante was beside her. "Always." He said. She looked at him, showed a small smile, and hugged him.

That was the last time she restrained herself.