Charmed Again (Part 2/3)

Chapter 23

Wyatt orbed Melinda and Chris orbed me to the place on the map. We ended up on this street that seemed desolate. There were a few bikers outside a roudy bar and there was litter scattering the street. Apart from that, there was nothing on this street.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" Wyatt asked looking around.

"You saw the map. This is the place. If you can call this a place." Chris answered.

I saw Melinda clutch to Wyatt's arm at the sight of the bikers. Wyatt wrapped his arm around her protectively.

"Why would Rowan be here?" I said aloud.

"Beats me. Maybe he wanted a drink?" Chris joked.

Wyatt looked at him to tell him to shut up. I gave him the same look. Chris shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe we should ask somebody if they've seen him." I suggested.

"No that's not good, I doubt we can trust anybody here." Wyatt answered.

I huffed.

He's not going to tell me what to do.

I began to walk across the street, to the bikers outside the bar. I could hear everyone calling me back but I ignored them and kept walking. When I reached the group of men, I was immediately uncomfortable.

Some of them were smirking and staring at me, others just looked away. I turned my attention to one guy, with a long brown beard. He had sunglasses and and a bandana on. He was large and his denim jacket had spikes and leather on it. He was slouched on his bike, one foot on a beer cooler, looking me up and down.

"What can I do for you sweetheart?" He grinned.

"I..um..I'm looking for someone and I was wondering if you had seen him." I said and my voice went high pitched.

I coughed to soothe my throat.

"Well I don't know who this guy is but he must be very lucky if you're looking for him." He said staring at me.

Ew.

All of his biker friends were whistling and laughing at his lame pick up lines. I reassured myself and looked him in the eye.

"He's dressed very oddly, in tunic and he talks...old fashioned if you would like to say." I told him fidgeting with myself.

"Why don't you hop on the back of my bike and we can go search for your friend together." He smirked.

I'm gonna throw up...

"No I just need to know if you've seen him." I said in a firm tone.

None of them answered me. I turned around and began to walk away when something grabbed my arm. I turned back and it was the biker.

"Come on, we can resolve this, just come with me and we can all help find your friend." He pressed.

"Let go of me." I squirmed, yanking my arm.

All them roared with laughter as the biker began to tug me away.

A burning pit of fear and anger brewed in my stomach and needed to get away from these guys.

Resolve this you creep..

The biker fell to the floor, holding his hands to head. He let go of my arm and screamed in pain. His clan stepped away but some ran towards him.

I stepped back and glared at him, my stare slowly blowing his brain to bits.

Then one of the bikers looked up at me in pure murderous hatred. He launched himself on me.

We both fell to the floor as we wrestled each other. He was on top of me and had the advantage. His body weight was almost crushing me and I couldn't focus enough to use any of my powers.

Suddenly I felt my cheek swell up with tingles. It flushed red and I felt my blood surging towards the surface. He had slammed the back of his hand across my face.

Within seconds the man soared backwards. I looked up and Chris and Wyatt were above me. Chris held out his hand and I took it. He pulled me up and clung me tight to him.

Most of the biker clan had ran back into the bar but some stayed put, challenging Wyatt and Chris.

My eye had began to swell up slightly and vision was a tiny bit blurred. In what I could see, there were bikers being flung from pillar to post.

Chris stared directly at me, gently holding my red cheek in his hands, examining my face. He still had his other arm wrapped tight around me and my body stuck to his.

"Are you okay?" He asked with a furrowing brow.

"I just got slapped across the face, Chris." I answered.

He looked behind me and saw that Wyatt needed help. He quickly pushed me out of the way of all of the commotion and charged for the bikers.

It was bikers galore now. With one motion of his hand, Chris threw a plant of wood from the bar wall and it crushed the biker that slapped me.

I looked behind and I saw Melinda running towards me. Once she got to my side, I wrapped my arm around her. She watched her brothers brawling and her face was pure fright.

Suddenly she threw her hand in the direction of the bar and the windows of the bar exploded onto the bikers.

I suddenly had the urge to do something. I couldn't leave Melinda unprotected so I held onto her.

The tingling burn of my cheek was distracting me and I could feel the trickle of my blood running down my cheek. I decided to use that as my trigger.

The vibration surged my body and I channelled it all into my hand. My hand sparked bright blue with volts and electricity. I increased my breathing and the sparks grew more wild.

DUCK!

I shouted the message in my head and I knew Wyatt would hear it.

As soon as I let my voltage go he grabbed Chris and tackled him to the floor. Lightening striked every biker and was exploding the windows and the walls. There was giant hum of the volts as they electrocuted the bikers. One charge went inside the bar and exploded the lights.

Once there was nobody standing up I managed to let go of my charge completely.

I felt a little dizzy and Melinda held me up. I saw Wyatt and Chris slowly get up, their hands hovering over they're heads incase anything fell on them.

They both ran towards Melinda and I.

Melinda clutched Wyatt and he let out a sigh of relief that she was okay. Chris came straight towards me and put his hand to my face. He wiped a drop of my blood away.

"You should've just stayed with us." He moaned, looking at my wound with pained eyes.

I held the hand that he had on my cheek and let out a little laugh.

"Yes well I'm stubborn." I replied.

"Stubbornness can you get killed." He said in a serious tone.

"Then thank god that you and Wyatt are here to save me from my own flaw." I joked.

I looked in Wyatt's direction and he was smiling at Melinda. He looked up at me and he had a little cut on his face from one of the shards of glass.

"I can heal that for you if you want." He offered.

"It's only a scratch. Besides, worry about yourself angel boy." I smirked.

He laughed.

"I don't think Rowan is here." Melinda said, saying the one thing we were all thinking.

Wyatt looked around one more before speaking.

"I think you're right, let's get back to the manor."