Back Once Again

Chapter Two

Simon

He was there. Staring at me. Analyzing with a determined look in his eyes. He was keen on detecting something I was unable to at the moment.
I never felt so scared in my life.
"Give it, give it to me!" the Mage screeched, clawing at me desperately.
"No! It's gone! All of it!" I twisted in his grasp, trying to let go—to be free. He was desperate. The Mage had used me as a pawn in his scandal.
All he ever wanted was my power.
"Stop it! Stop hurting me!"
And like that, he was now on the ground, limp. Not a single breath emitted from his lips.
He was gone.
"Simon?" Penelope's voice called out suddenly in fear and concern. Feeling my lids peel open, I gazed to the ceiling. My mind was in a haze. Everything was blurry—incoherent to my senses.
"Crowley, Simon; what on earth-" She stopped short upon the state of my room. Books were strewn across the floor, along with an assortment of other things. The whole room in entirety was a disarrayed mess.
I sat in bed, mortified on what just happened, breaths heavy. "Penny-"
"What happened, Simon," she replied with shock, completely ignoring my sentence, hastily striding over to me, checking for injuries.
"I..." my voice trailed off, mind trying to comprehend how this room became the way it is now. "I had a nightmare," I mumbled quietly.
"A nightmare?" Penny repeated, scrunching her eyebrows in confusion, trying to process the situation. "And the room suddenly became like this?"
I silently nodded. My lip quivered, legs shaking from the sudden outbreak.
Outbreak.
"Penny. What if..." My eyes met hers. "What if it's my magic?"
Her eyes widened for a moment, then quickly shrunk. "No; that's impossible, Simon." She sat down on the bed with me, letting her fingers fumble with the bedspread. "It's gone. Remember? Deleted. Lost from existence."
I exhaled a breath, frustrated with the current predicament. "Yeah, but what if it returned?" I paused. "I was made from magic. Maybe it's still there."
Penny clenched her teeth, not sure what to make of the situation. "I don't know, Simon..."
"Then we'll prove it," I replied.
Her head tilted to look at me, her glasses falling slightly upon the motion. Her eyebrows were laced—her posture tense. "How?"
Closing my eyes for a short second, I took a breath, biting my tongue as I exhaled. "We'll go back to Watford. I'll go to the gates, and we'll test it out."
Penny's face paled upon my plan. "Simon." She then gave me a look. A stare full of pure fright and terror. "We can't go back there—I can't go back there." She groaned upon the resurfaced memory, wiping a hand over her face. "After what happened, I don't think I can take it."
I leaned back in my position, hitting the backboard of the bed, chewing my lip in concentration. Of course Penelope wouldn't agree to this idea.
Penny had told me I was diagnosed with PTSD, but she didn't care to tell me she had it herself too. My eyes watched as Penelope then stood, her head moving direction, staring at the disarranged room.
"Once you clean this up, we'll figure this out."
"Me?" I said, surprise clear in my tone.
Penny let a small smile etch onto her face upon taking note of my flabbergasted look. "Yes, you." Her eyes followed the dim light beaming from the window in my room. "The sun's coming up." She paused, letting her mind relapse over the small course of events that just took place. "I'll make breakfast. Clean this up."

Baz

I was surprised when Snow had told me of what happened. Snow? Magic? The two couldn't connect after what happened with the Humdrum. But he had this shed of hope in his eyes. Like he was craving this lifestyle again. I couldn't blame him. He grew up on magic and depended on it for the life of him. I saw the looks he gave to Bunce sometimes when she was performing magic. He was jealous.
"And you're sure this is going to work?" I questioned, parking my car in the lot. My eyes glanced over to see Snow swallowing, licking his lips in anxiety.
A sheet of banter then suddenly covered his face—as if the sheer terror had never existed on his face. "Of course not. That's why we're here, imbecile."
I rolled my eyes, opening my car door, as Snow then did the same. I looked to Snow, who was eyeing the gate with a stern intensity, his hands squeezing then releasing every few seconds.
"Hey," I tried to reassure him. "If it doesn't work, then everything is still gonna be okay."
His eyes closed, eyebrows knitted, lips now parted in a misunderstood fashion. "No, Baz." His eyes then met mine. "Nothing is going to be okay." Biting his lip, he glanced down, a foreboding shadow casting across his face. His beautiful face. Snow sighed. "You know this is going to end badly either way."
My brows raised in curiosity. "How so?" Taking a step closer to his presence, I felt his warmth radiating, heartbeat racing.
Snow's lashes fluttered, as he nervously rubbed his fingers, ripping at the peeling skin around his cuticles. To say he was anxious was an understatement. "If my magic hasn't returned, then everything goes back to...normal." He was familiar with the word, now. But he hated it—a growing passion that would never cease.
"And if it is back?" I questioned.
Snow sighed. "Then something bad is going to happen." He licked his bottom lip out of habit. "My magic wouldn't just come back without reason."
I decided to take this chance to lace my fingers with his. Heat was cascaded throughout his hand, sweat beginning to accumulate in certain areas.
"Simon," I mumbled softly. "If anything happens, then we'll stick through and fight it out. Together." I paused. "That's what we always do."
A small smile etched on to Snow's face, his hand giving mine a firm squeeze. The happiness didn't reach his eyes, though. "I know," he replied quietly. Then giving a humorless snort, he titled his head, giving a stare to the gate. "What's there left to lose anyway?"

Simon

I watched expressionless as the gate opened. My mind was soaring. What was I to think? Yes, I was extremely excited. My magic was back—the root to my existence. But something...something is going to happen; and I'm sure without a doubt that it's not going to be good.
My eyes met Baz's as the gate finished its duty. His eyes were gleaming with an unshed happiness that my body couldn't currently muster. How he was able to think away all of the malicious events that were upcoming.
To wish away all of that guilt and terror. It made me jealous.
"How's it feel to have your magic back, Chosen One?" Baz called out, a cocky smile now plastered onto his face.
I'll let the pessimistic thoughts become distant. For now. "Good," I smiled, gazing up to take his presence in. "It feels great."

A/N: Hello everybody! That was chapter two! Tell me if y'all want me to continue! Also, feedback and votes are much appreciated! Thanks! Bye!