Chapter 7

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John was uncomfortable. His body were sore, his cell was damp, he was scared, but more importantly, he was BOOORRRREEEDD. I mean, seriously, could he at least have a knife to play with?
"Why are you lying on the floor?"
"I. Am. Bored".
"So you decided to lie on the cold, hard floor?"
"Yep".
"But you are uncomfortable?"
"Yep."
"Who plays with knives?"
"Me. Now stop reading my mind".
"What are you going to do about it, magician? Find my card?"
John busts out laughing which takes Neron aback. The only thing he can read is his laughs.
"Why are you laughing? Stop that!"
Of course, that only makes John laugh harder. He rolls around like Neron is the funniest thing. Neron is completely perplexed. "STOP! I DEMAND YOU TO STOP! STOP! STOP!"
John laughs harder. He says a spell in his head. 'Guys, if you can hear me this is John' he thinks.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? HAVE YOU GONE MAD!?"
"Am I the only one who heard that?"
"No, Zari. I heard that, too" says her captain.
'It's Constantine. I'm using a spell. Can't hold it for very long. Listen: I am under Mt Everest. Get Gary to transport you here, it's faster. I'm freezing!'
John stops laughing. Neron reaches Des's hand through the bars and grabs John's tie. He violently pulls forward and slams his face into the bars a few times. John slumps back- using his tie to wipe up the blood. He takes it off, not wanting that to happen again.
"Now keep quiet". John does.

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