One-Shots! For the Unfortunate and Bored • Mind •

Seers Club Secret

Kitzan leaned back in his chair as his fellow Seer Club Members conversed.

"Obviously crystal balls are the best method!" argued the Magnificent Zadr, "After all, then you can quite literally see the future!"

"And with tea leaves you can never be wrong!" said Vish, Sage of Vakrins Temple.

"Tarot cards are always on point," the Wise Beha stated.

Kitzan face palmed before shouting, "WILL YOU ALL JUST SHUT UP!"

The others grew quiet and stared. Then Zadr asked, "What method do you prefer?"

"AUGH!" Kitzan stood up and slammed his hands on the table. "You're all bickering like children!"

"Technically, we're still in highschool," Beha pointed out.

Kitzan slumped back in his chair. "I'm surrounded by idiots..." he mumbled.

"Oh come on! You must have some opinion," Vish urged.

"I do, but like I'd share it with you."

"Aww come on!"

"No-"

Kitzan was cut off by a knock at the door.

Beha and Zadr ran to the door. Throwing it open, they said, "Welcome to the home of the Seers of Ayito Highschool!"

Vish strode up magnificently behind the girls. "How may we be of assistance?" He asked.

Kitzan stood up. "Idiots, they want to see their future."

"R- right," Vish stuttered, "It's this way, ma'am."

"Please, have a seat Miss. Savrel," Kitzan said, gesturing to the chair across from him.

"You know my name?"

Kitzan smirked. "I know all."

"Then please tell me-"

Kitzan held up a hand to silence her. "Your mother will not live. She will die on the 13th of this month, at 0907."

"0907?"

Kitzan sighed. "9:07 AM," he clarified.

Savrel let out a breath. "Please..." she murmured, "teach me how to predict the future like that."

"No."

"Why not!?"

"I teach no one my methods. Besides, you don't even know if I'm telling the truth. At least check to see if I'm correct first. Idiot."

Savrel stomped her foot and sped out of the room.

"Cm'on, Kit," Vish said, "you don't have to be so mean."

"Well I'm a jerk, get over it. Also," he said with a glare, "my name is not 'kit'."

Kitzan left the building after that. He had to get to his part-time job after all.

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The hood of Kitzan's sweatshirt threw his face into shadow, and the mask he wore to cover the top half of his face was pitch black.

He raised his hand against the night sky and disappeared into shadow. Carefully, he entered the big city's bank, pistol in hand.

How cliché.

"HANDS UP!" He shouted, still invisible. His voice echoed in the room, warped and demonic, "OR I'LL SHOOT!"

Everyone in the bank dropped what they were doing. Winter really was the best time for a robbery, wasn't it? Dark outside at rush hour.

Slowed down the police.

Kitzan emerged from the shadow, gun pointed at the head of a young child. "You! Teller! Bring me all the money you got on hand, understand that? Anyone else move and I'll kill you."

He pulled the child along and followed the teller, making sure she didn't pull any stunts. Once she gave him the money he put the gun to her head. "Be careful. No tricks, right?"

She shook her head. "N- no sir!"

"Good." Kitzan did a magical check of the bag she'd given him before he once again disappeared into shadow.

He pulled from his sweatshirt the phone he'd pickpocketed from the teller. He punched in the numbers 9-1-1 and dropped the phone on the floor of the bank before making his escape.

As soon as he was in the clear he let out a maniacal laugh. "Oh magic is fun! Magic is so much fun..."

The police chief found the stolen cash on his desk the next morning.

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Word Count: 631
Written on: June 24th, 2019