The Magician

Chapter 3, Dani

Chapter Three

Dani

What happened next was sort of crazy. Andy tried to carry on with his show but Niall kept shouting taunts and mean things at him. Eventually Niall walked up on to the stage and began to circle Andy, like a lion waiting to pounce on it's prey.

“Go on Potter, carry on with the show. Oh don't mind me, I just wanted a closer look”.

At this point Niall's little gang had started to block off the steps to the stage, and three of them stood in front of it. Oliver stood up.

“Come on Andy don't mind him, do the “Guardian Angel” trick exclaimed Oliver over the disappointed moans of the audience and the few goons who were yelling, “Punch him, punch him”, to either one of the boys on the stage.

After what Oliver had said Andy had a look of realisation on his face. He stuffed his hand in his pocket and started looking for something, while Niall said, “What's this magic boy, gotta get your magic wand?”.

Andy smiled and looked Niall in the face. He glanced over and winked at Oliver while we were all cheering “Andy, Andy, Andy”. Andy took the thing he was looking for from his pocket and held it up high. It looked like a little red marble of some sort. Andy smiled again and looked right into Niall's eyes. “Who needs a magic wand?”. Niall laughed while Andy threw the marble on the ground. A small explosion went off and red smoke spread around the stage. When the smoke cleared Andy was gone and Niall had a curse word written on his forehead. A few people in the audience gasped in awe of Andy's disappearance, while the majority laughed at the word written on Niall's head, even a few laughs from the thugs.

“Get him! Cover the doors, do not let him leave!”, yelled Niall, his face almost as red as the remnants of the smoke.

The thugs did what they were told, two of them immediately covered the main door while another two covered the back. The remaining three just ran around the place looking for Andy. After a few minutes of this an alarm went off in the cellar. Andy had gone for the emergency exit! I looked to Mark and Oliver for guidance, but they were already in action. They both stood on top of the trapdoor that led to the basement and made feeble attempts at hitting the thugs that were now coming at them like battering rams. I dropped to the ground and crawled to the trapdoor. I stood up just as Niall's men were about to open the door. I made a meek attempt at stopping them, but it was the only thing I could think of.

“You wouldn't hit a girl would you?”, this made the goons converse and mumble for a bit before one of them came and lifted me off the ground. I started kicking and screaming with ill consequence as the thugs made their way into the cellar and into the backstreet. The remaining thug set me down and joined his comrades in the hunt for Andy. After a few minutes I walked up to Niall who was now sitting at a table, alone, getting weird looks from the other people in the bar. I cursed a few times and slapped him across the face.

“If you ever try something like that again, I will do everything in my power to destroy you and the pathetic little thing you call a life”. An eerie silence followed, to be broken by an assumable drunk women yelling “Woo girl power!”, to me as I sat beside my friends in the corner. Mark offered to buy me another drink but I was too nervous to do anything but worry about Andy. What if they hurt him, what if they hurt him badly, what if they caused, permanent damage. After about a half hour the whispered conversation was broken by one of Niall's thugs opening the main doors wide. Another thug walked in holding Andy with his hands behind his back, blood on his face. The thug threw Andy on the floor and he screamed.