The Unthinkable.

11. Cracked.

My palms were clammy and trembling by the time we reached Orion's parlour. I had no idea what to expect, but whatever was waiting for us had to be awful if it caused Orion to panic. 
I didn't bother to knock, I just swung the door open and stepped in with caution. I was thrown right back out again, and would've landed on my ass if Seth hadn't been there to steady me. 
He poked his head through the doorway, to see three men, dressed head-to-toe in white, battling Orion and Kesia. A stream of white light caught one of the figures in the chest, sending him back a step. Only a step. 
I entered in a flurry, jagged tendrils of darkness raking across the robes of the men. This grabbed their attention. The three turned to look at me, diverting their attention from Kesia and Orion. All three of them wore masks; the same brilliant ivory as their outfits. 
I took a step back, cowering in fear of the unknown. One of the men approached me slowly. I was expecting impact, and Seth and Will were just about to grab me by the shoulders and yank me back, when I felt gloved hands stroke my cheek. I was quivering, stiff with terror. The man continued to touch my skin before leaning in. I was far too horror-stricken to move a muscle, even as I felt hot breath fan over my neck. The mask was lifted to reveal a mouth, just barely. 
"I think you'll do just fine." A grating whisper came from the man, causing me to shudder. 
"Wh-What?" I gasped. I was unable to me a muscle, my legs paralysed. My breathing turned quick a shallow. The man licked his lips, and flicked his tongue out. I winced at the sensation, disgust pressing me to cry, but I did not. I couldn't seem to do anything. 
A heavy fist knocked the man back, but I was jerked by his fingers curling tightly into my hair. Seth's face appeared through the blur, but nothing was distinguishable shortly afterwards. 

Will's cane cracked against the skull of one of the men, the skull swinging weightily. A fine piece of craftsmanship, but now was no time to be appreciating the work. 
Kesia crushed another's wrist within her grip, cracking bones as she twisted and the man went down. Orion's fist glinted silver as he picked up the alabaster assailant and throw him across the room. A bong was knocked off the coffee table and shattered loudly.
"You absolute- That was one of my favourites!" Orion fumed, sending a violent stream of flames chasing the man that dared break his possessions. Seth tapped two symbols on his hands and the glowed blood red. He grabbed the taller of the three by the legs and the splintering of bone snapped me out of whatever daze was keeping me captive. The shadows lashed out from my hand, razor sharp. The darkness took a chunk out of the only man still standing, and Will swooped in with two spears that pinned the man to the wall.
"What the fuck are you doing here? What's the point of all of this?" Orion spluttered, mourning the loss of his favourite bong, which was about a foot and a half long and hand-painted, currently laying in pieces.
My phone began chiming, interrupting the tense animosity between the people within the parlour. With quaking hands I answer Alika. 
"Hi?" 
"The... White men?"
"Uh huh..."
"There's three here."
"At Orion's place."
"Okay I can pass you over." 
I handed the phone to Seth.
"Stay put for a while and I'll call you back."
"Yes there are three of them right here." 
"They're no danger to us anymore."
"Yes I'll definitely ring back in a few."
"Right. Bye." 
He ended the call.
"Look's like you three would best start loosening those lips of your's." Seth said grimly.