The Seven Suits

Chapter Six- Black

I spent the rest of that week frustrated at Chilly. How would he know that? Oh well. The CIA were always a bunch of nosy spies. Me, I've always hated them. I got in that jail for the same reason and same thoughts that J possessed. I guess we're all connected to J somehow.

"Okay, since our incident last week, we will not be using the temporary water training area. We've completed four training areas in the facility. So there is no excuse to go outside." J explained. I sat there lounging in one of the spinning chairs.

"What if the place was about to explode?" I asked. J gave me an evil glare.

"If that happens, everyone except you gets to evacuate." J spat out."I'll deal with you before you die."

"So while we all get out," Jonathan started.

"If you mention one word about screwing him, I'll sever your head." J threatened. Jonathan shrugged.

"Mkay."

"So you will?" Peter said in the place of Jonathan. J's eyes turned purple and Peter started floating in the air.

"I will drop you off a twenty story building!" J yelled, slamming her palms on the conference desk. Her necklace glowed a bright purple.

Would that mean... I smiled at the thought. All of a sudden I notice two things.

One; My necklace is glowing too.

Two; I'm floating.

"Would that mean what?!" J snapped, now staring at me.

"Okay." Kailey admitted."We got a screwed up group."

"Yo, J. Calm down." Devon advised.

"Why should I?" Devon's right. I wanna get down. J. J sighed as her eyes returned to her deep, muddy brown. Peter and I fell to the ground with a crash.

"Ow!" Our complaints were simultaneous. Devon turned to J.

"We need them alive, J. Not because I don't want to attend my brother's own funeral. I would. I'd dance all around his grave and do the cha cha slide all on it."

"No one wants you alive either, Devon." I glared at him. He can be one annoying bro.

"Forget this!" Peter stumbles through the pile of chairs he fell on. "I'm getting outta here!" I followed after him to try to calm him down.

"Peter, wait!" I called.

"Nah. I'm gettin' out of here 'fore I break a bone." Peter countered. I saw him turn a corner. I was about to continue going after him but I saw him fly backward and crash against a wall. I took out my staff and held it out. From the corner came a girl a little older than Peter, and he's the oldest here. She stood on a flaming board floating in the air. Her hair was a flashing orange. She was about as pale as me, no offense to myself. She wore a very short, blue skirt with a matching tight, sleeveless shirt. She held two orange bombs.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked.

"Name's Magma." She smiled evilly.

"How'd you get in here?" She gestured to her bombs.

"Any more explanations? Or can I blow up the place already? Dammit, Drew! I don't have much time!" Magma threw the first bomb. I dashed for it and smacked the bomb with my staff. It hit the wall, leaving a giant hole. I gazed at the hole.

This girl's strong. Devon sprinted into the room.

"Oh my god!" He screamed. He ran to the wall."I worked for three weeks building this place!" I rolled my eyes.

"Uh... Can I get a little help?" Devon's eyes locked on Magma.

"You're going down!" He lifted his hands and two boulders appeared. He swung one hand and one of the boulders started tumbling towards Magma.

"Fine then. You're gonna regret battling me." She faced me."Drew, I'm gonna kill your brother. Devon's wishing for his deathbed." Magma threw the other bomb as if it were a baseball. It collided with the boulder and smashed it to pebbles.

"Devon, try again!" I advised."She has no more bombs!" He thrusted his other arm out and the boulder went flying in high speed.

We got her. It was a no-brainer. We won. Just then... Her hands lit up and four more bombs appeared.

"No way!" Devon complained. She threw all four of them. The first one hit the boulder. It broke into a bunch of debris. The second and third were spiraling towards my brother. I took action and went to my brother. I took one swing that reflected the second bomb to the third. The last one dodged the explosion and I barely had time to lift back up my staff. Quickly, Devon jumped and his left blade impacted the bomb. The bomb exploded and knocked him back. While we were weak,  Magma decided to charge at us enveloped in flames. She was about an inch away from burning both of us... I could feel the heat. From behind, I saw Peter sitting up, his hand in a position as if he threw all of his darts. The flames disappeared to see... no one.

"Aww shit! I think my leg's broken!" Peter cried.

"I'll get that taken care of, right away." Devon got up and shuffled over to Peter.

"This is the second CIA mage agent to get away." I pointed out."Damn."