A Story of Magic and Miscommunication

Chapter 13

Heeeyyyyyyyy

TW Violence, Injury
_____________________________

Remy's POV

Ughhhhhh! This class is never going to end. We are seniors, we know how to use a condom, teach! I looked around the gym, rolling my eyes at the snickering group of teens in the corner, enjoying this lesson way too much.

"Can I use the lavatory?" A familiar British voice broke through my thoughts, and I looked to see Virgil and Thomas stepping down the bleachers towards the door. I love it when his British shows, but it's slightly concerning. Usually, he'd be concerned about standing out and use the word 'bathroom,' but he just used a chiefly British term... something's off today.
I shrugged it off, thinking that it was probably the encounter with the trifecta this morning that had him on edge.

I went back to idly watching the gym teacher put a condom on a banana, letting my mind drift.

About 10 minutes later, someone burst through the door.

"Remy!" Thomas yelled, getting my attention. I raised a brow at him. "Virgil needs your help!" Fuck.

I raised my hand.

"Yes, Remy?"

"Can I go to the bathroom?"

"Yes, just make it quick," the gym teacher responded. I stood up and, ever the dramatic, jumped off the side of the bleachers, rolling into the ten foot drop to ease the impact. I rolled to a standing position, running out of the room closely behind Thomas.

The last time I followed Thomas anywhere, I found Virgil passed out on the bathroom floor. I hope this time will be different.

Thomas was a deceptively powerful ghost, he proved that the first time he spoke to me. He pushed through the force field I set up to keep him out, which is no easy feat. Even now he was showing his strength, running through the halls at inhuman speeds.

I had almost turned the corner to follow him when I heard a loud smack!

I turned the corner and saw Thomas sliding to the ground, unconscious. My gaze drifted upwards and I saw Virgil pinned against the wall with that one annoying-ass spirit holding him there, draining him. Virgil looked ready to pass out, and had blood dripping from his nose.

I broke into an all-out sprint in my efforts to get to Virgil. As soon as I reached him, I put a hand on the ghost's shoulder, ripping him away from Virgil and flinging him into some lockers.

He sneered at me, swinging his fist in a punch. Years of training kicked in, allowing me to expertly dodge the blow, using his momentum against him to provide an extra powerful punch to his gut. I put a little of my powers into the attack, making him fall to the ground.

"Get out of here, Deceit," I growled at him, exuding my full aura of power-which was pretty strong, I might add- trying to intimidate him.

Deceit stood up, glaring at me. "You've seen the last of me," he hissed as he sunk out.

Once I was sure he was gone, I rushed to the side of my best friend, who had collapsed to the ground and was blinking sluggishly. "Virge, can you hear me? Virge!" I spoke, waving a hand in his face. He didn't respond, still staring blankly at the ceiling. I leaned over him, sunglasses sliding to the end of my nose.

He made eye contact with me, blinking twice before his eyes closed and stayed that way. I checked his pulse and his breathing. His heartbeat was a little faint, and his breathing was slightly shallow, but he'd recover. I didn't even try to wake him up. I knew my powers wouldn't work. The last time I woke him, he was unconscious due to lack of air, but he was ok. This time, his powers, and therefore his soul, was drained. He needed time to restore his aether before I tried to wake him up.
Seeing that my friend was -relatively- ok, I crouched down next to Thomas. This I could fix.

I placed a hand on his forehead, using a small amount of my powers to make contact with the ghost, and closed my eyes. I focused inward, on that small orb of energy in my core, and drew from it. I pulled a bit more than I thought I'd need, I'd never done this on a ghost before. I opened my eyes once I had a good grasp on my magic, watching as a thin spirally strand of white, milky magic that only witches could see swirled down and around my arm. The magic made its way to my fingertips, and with a little concentration, Thomas's forehead began to glow. The faint, white light emanated from him, and I could tell it was working. After about 5 seconds, Thomas opened his eyes.

"Hey, babes," I offered meekly.

Thomas groaned, shifting a little as he fully woke up. "Remy?"

I smirked. "The one and only."

"What happened?" The small smile fell from my face and I sighed, grabbing Thomas's arm and pulling him into a sitting position.

"Virge got jumped by a Venge," I told him. "Thanks to you, I got here in time to stop him."

Thomas tilted his head. "Venge?"

I leaned on the lockers next to Thomas. "A vengeful spirit. We call them Venge's though."

"We?" He questioned.

"Bitch, wait till Virgil wakes up, I'm not gonna explain everything twice." Thomas nodded his head.

"So, are we just gonna sit in the hallway and wait for him to wake up?" I snorted and shook my head.

"Virge is probably sick of waking up in people's houses, but it's our best bet to take him to my place. I don't know where he lives, and if he stays here people are gonna ask questions."

"Ok, help me pull him up," Thomas suggested, walking over to Virgil and trying to lift him. I raised an eyebrow at him before once more calling upon my magic, and I pointed at Virgil and dragged my finger up.

A thick line of magic shot from my finger, spreading into a thin layer below Virgil. Virgil was then lifted into the air, floating on his back like he was in a pool. My magic supported him and kept him upright.

Thomas watched, mouth agape, as I made a "follow me" gesture with two fingers and Virgil floated towards me.

"Let's go, Thomas," I commanded. "Before anyone sees this." I started down the hallway, Thomas at my side and Virgil floating behind. I glanced back and saw my friend hovering in the air, dried blood on his face, unconscious.

What have I gotten myself into?

_____________________________

Ik it's bad, don't fucking judge me I'm trying here