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Night of the Silver Moon
Chapter II
It had been a few weeks since Charmcaster had been after some of the aliens at the Grant Mansion. She was tired of fighting and tired of people being afraid of her. But she didn't know how to make peace with people. All she knew was that she was missing something; something very important. While she cleared her thoughts, she began to practice some of her magic in the nearby forest. It was slowly beginning to rain, but she didn't care.
"No one cares about me so why should I care about anyone else," she muttered angrily. She then created an energy spear and cut a tree in half. She was proud of her progress, but then decided that it was probably time to go and rest for the night. While she was heading back to town, she felt like she was being watched. It wasn't long before some bikers and other thugs began to surround her.
"Just what I needed," she growled. She then threw out a few rock creatures and the men began to scream and fight them off as best as they could. Suddenly, she felt something knock her down from behind. She turned and saw it was another thug, smirking at her. Charmcaster could feel her anger welling up. She then created another energy spear and sent the man flying. He hit the wall so hard that you could almost hear the impact. She was about to do the same for another group of guys when all of the sudden they heard someone yell.
"Whoa! Whoa! Time out, bro! What's with the anger issues, lady!" A voice said. Charmcaster turned and saw Fisttrick come out in the open and help one of his guys to their feet. He then turned to Charmcaster, who was still ready to fight.
"Hey, take it easy! I don't wanna fight!" He said calmly.
"That's because you can't defeat me," Charmcaster snarled back.
"Trust me, lady. You don't wanna push me…"
"I'm not afraid of anyone who hides behind a mask…" Charmcaster hissed. Her words were so filled with venom that all of the men shivered; everyone except Fisttrick. He then motioned for his men to leave them alone. He then got into a battle stance.
"Alright…show me what ya got…" he challenged. Charmcaster then began to release her rock creatures on him. Surprisingly, he avoided them pretty well. He then grabbed a metal staff and began to beat the living daylights out of them. Once he got rid of the last one, he smirked at her and began to walk towards her. Determined not to be defeated, she then rose in the air and began to chant a spell that would turn him to stone. But before she could finish the spell, he jumped up on some nearby crates and pulled her down, breaking her concentration. Charmcaster blasted him with an energy beam that sent him into the wall. He muttered in anger as he rubbed his head; she smiled confidently.
"I told you that you were no match for me!"
"Who said I was done, Charms?" He whispered in a cheeky manner. Charmcaster's eyes opened wide.
"Don't you dare call me that?! How did you know who I was?!"
"Everyone knows who Charmcaster is…I must say, you look good in person, babe," he smiled as he then began to rush at her so he could grab her. She then threw more energy blasts at him, but he was able to dodge them successfully. Charmcaster felt the rain begin to pour harder and harder; it was also messing up her concentration, but Fisttrick was not bothered.
"C'mon Charms, are ya gonna hit me or what?" He teased. Angrily, she then gathered a large ball of energy in both of her hands.
"Say goodnight, creep!" She growled and then threw it at him. All you could hear from miles around was a large blast of energy. After a few moments of hearing nothing, Charmcaster floated over to check the ruins. She then felt a twinge of guilt.
"Gosh Charmcaster, you didn't have to destroy him…" she whispered to herself in a sad tone. She then felt something grab her from behind and hold her close to a muscular chest. She panicked and began to scream, but whoever it was held her even tighter.
"Relax Charms, it's me! I think this battle is over," Fisttrick chuckled, but then he noticed she felt warm and looked a bit pale.
"L-Let me go! Or I'll destroy you!"
"I don't think so; you're coming with me," he smiled as he then put some special hand cuffs on her to prevent her from using her magic. Charmcaster was now a bit dizzy and couldn't remember the correct spells to use to free herself. She then saw that they were approaching a warehouse. She tried to struggle more, but Fisttrick seemed unamused. He carried her inside and surprisingly the place looked cozy. The room was warm and it was clean. There was a room that was for working out, a kitchen, a game room, and a living room. Once he sat her down on the sofa, he began to dry off in front of her with a towel. Once he was done, he proceeded to dry her off, but she moved back.
"Charms, c'mere…you're soaked. Let me help you," he cooed as he tried to approach her.
"Why are you helping me? You don't even know me and I tried to destroy you!"
"Did you? I know enough about magic to know that the blast you just threw at me would have stunned me but it wouldn't have killed me," he smiled. "You're not a killer; if anything I think you value human life and people. But you've been hurt haven't ya?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," she huffed as she turned away. She heard him chuckle and then he tried to wipe her face, but she moved back again. He cocked a curious brow and then he pounced on her and straddled her thighs. Charmcaster squeaked with confusion and tried to get back but he wasn't moving.
"I told ya to c'mere so I could dry you off, babe," he laughed. His gang slowly peeked in their leader's room, shocked at how gentle he was being with her.
"J-Just let me up…please…" Charmcaster said as tears began to form. Fisttrick stopped drying her off and moved her bangs from the front of her eyes. He then planted a small kiss on her forehead making her squeak in shock.
"Easy there Charms, I don't wanna hurt ya; I just wanna kiss ya," he smiled as he gently leaned in again and let his lips gently brush hers as he kissed her. Her eyes were wide in shock as he then slowly moved her bangs from in front of her eyes. She then put her head back down, but he lifted her face up again and began to slowly nuzzle her cheek.
"C'mon Charms…don't hide from me. It's alright, babe."
"Why do you keep c-calling me that?!"
"Because I like ya. I always have," he said matter of factly.
"I-I have no use for something like emotion," she said strongly, but he could see the weakness in her eyes.
"Are you sure about that?" He smiled as he then began to plant playful and ticklish kisses on her cheeks. Charmcaster giggled and tried to move back, but she couldn't with his muscular mass still sitting on her thighs.
"F-Fisttrick! Stop!" She giggled.
"Oh so you DO know who I am huh? And how did you know who I was, Charms?"
"B-Because…I have always liked you too. But I've been alone for so long I honestly forgot how loving someone felt like," Charmcaster said sadly.
"Love? Are you saying you love me?" Fisttrick smiled happily. Charmcaster's face turned a bright red and she tried to get up, but he then gently pushed her down further on the sofa and took off the magic cuffs.
"Not so fast; I don't let my babes get away that easily. Charms, it's alright. I love you too; that's why I brought you here," he smiled as he gently turned her to look at him. "What da ya say? Wanna be my girl?"
Charmcaster smiled and nodded happily as Fisttrick helped her to her feet and the two shared a sweet kiss. Fisttrick may have been hard core on the outside, but he was soft when it came to Charmcaster. She had finally found what she was missing: true love.
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