Innocence

Twenty-Five

"They got one eye watching you,
One eye on what you do,
So be careful who it is you're talking to"
-Major Minus

July 26th, 1:03 AM,
Chicago, IL
"Sir! Sir!"

The creepy, bald man runs over to his "assistant", looking over his shoulder at his work. "Sir, I think I've found a way to reverse what you did to the guitarist."

The man raises an eyebrow. "Reverse it? That's impossible. We'd have to cast a spell to void the last one. Reversing it would require surgery, at the very least."

The assistant shakes his head. "No, you see, when the spell hit him, a small chip was implanted in his chest, hence why it hurt so much," he explains. "The chip was designed by Irvin so that we could manually override the spell if needed. He didn't tell anyone about it, so when you fired him, it was lost."

The room is dark. The curtains are black and cover the entire room, not letting light stream in. The only light comes from the computer in front of the assistant, and in the corner is a single mattress for two people.

"A chip? How can we can control magic from a single fucking chip?" The bald man asks.

"Do you forget that Irvin was both a chemist and computer engineer?" The assistant asks, adjusting his glasses. "He was practically a genius when it came to shit like this."

The bald man hums. "So, you're saying we can reverse the spell just by pressing some sort of off switch?"

The assistant nods. "Yes, actually. If I can figure out a way to code the chip to shut it down, then we can reverse the spell. Or, if we can find a way to tell Martin to remove the chip, maybe trick him to insert it into himself..."

"Just recode the chip, Graham."

The bald man walks away and sighs. "I thought you had intended to put the spell on Chris."

"Yes, but at this point, I don't really care. I already feel bad for all of this. It was meant to teach a lesson, but I think I've ruined their lives."

Graham shrugs, and runs a hand through his auburn-colored curls. "Well, it was your idea."

"I know that, Graham! Just do your fucking job."

"Yes, sir."

July 26th, 8:09 AM
London, England
Chloe wakes up earlier than usual. The day before had been a doozy, and she scolds herself for not sleeping in more.

On the floor beside the bed is the newspaper where Chris had been exposed, and they had each yelled at each other in a long conversation about what was best for Jonny the night before. Chris had been stubborn, saying that the rumor was just that: a rumor.

"Chloe," Jonny whines, opening the door to her room, making her sigh.

"What is it, J?"

He flops onto her bed. "My tummy hurts," he whines.

She pulls a face. "Your tummy hurts?" She asks.

Jonny nods. Chloe sighs. "Alright, you stay here and I'll go get you some Ginger Ale. Ok?"

He nods. and lays down in her queen-sized bed. She gets up to pour Jonny some Ale, and givesChris an angry look when she sees him sitting with Violet. He just smiles sadly at her and goes back to helping little Violet with her homework.

When she walks back into the bedroom, she sees that Jonny has covered himself up entirely with the blanket and appears to be writhing in pain. Her eyes widen in horror, and she immediately calls for Chris. "CHRIS!" She shouts, and he immediately runs into the room.