Chapter 2

The drive to Station HQ had been relatively quick for the lack of conversation. The boy, Ptolemy, had been terrified of the car at first, he seemed convinced it would hurt him, but eventually, after many hand gestures on my part, he understood it was completely safe.

Only a few minutes in to the trip to the Station, he discovered my CD player. He was also rather reluctant at first to put on the head phones, but once I had shown him that no, they would not harm his ears, he was perfectly content. He was still jumpy, but seemed more at peace listening to my music, his hands curled over the large mesh head phones on his ears.

He was enamored with my in style hip music, he quietly hummed along to the upbeat and bouncy melodies as I drove, and even once we'd arrived at the station he hadn't once taken off the head phones. I knew the boy had no clue what I was saying, but he was smart, he caught on quickly.

I had put him in the break room. We used it for small meetings, or when we had all-nighters. There was wooden table and chairs, a clock that never stopped its incessant ticking, a soda machine and a vending machine, and an old, yet comfortable sofa. Ptolemy was lounging on the sofa now, eyes closed and a steady rise and fall of his chest. I would've thought he was asleep if he wasn't still humming quietly.

He had been here at the Station about an hour now. I looked through the door window at him, my arms crossed. I sighed; I didn't know what to do with him. He must have a severe case of amnesia, should I take him to the hospital?

"Whatcha gonna do about the kid, Bryant?" A man breathed on my neck from behind me. I whipped around glaring at the grinning light brunette man. I rolled my eyes.

"Wipe that stupid grin off your face, Officer Foxxe!" I barked and Officer Dustin Foxxe just grinned more. I prodded him in the chest as he grinned down at me. I spoke more quietly, "I have no clue what I'm gonna do with the kid."

Foxxe let his grin melt to a small smile, and he turned me around to rub my tense shoulders, "Don't worry about it," he whispered as he massaged up the back of my neck, "If we can't find his parents, I'm sure he could just stay with you."

I pushed his large warm hands off my shoulders, and turned around to glare at him strictly, my hands on my hips. "I can't bring him to my house! And if the Captain heard –"

"If I heard what?" A deep gruff asked from behind me, I immediately froze. I heard and saw Foxxe gulp. I turned around slowly, coming face-to-face to the captain of the police forcer. He was a tall man, even taller than Officer Foxxe, and he was big. The short scruffy graying beard did nothing to help somber his appearance.

It was my turn to gulp as I looked straight at him. He had made it clear to us in past experiences that he absolutely hated it when some one didn't look him in the eye. Easier said then done, Captain Ray. "Can I help you, Captain?"

His strange yellow eyes did not falter, not even with my sickest sweetest voice. "You were talking about me, were you not?" He asked.

No one could lie to the Captain without getting found out, and punished. I was about to open my mouth to blurt everything out, when Foxxe came to my rescue, my prince in shining armor. Not. "We were talking about the boy, sir." He said, adopting a professional expression, no signs of a grin now, "And where he was going to stay for the night."

To my horror, the Captain grunted lowly and turned to face me, "The boy will stay hear for the night if we can't find his parents. If no one shows up for him tomorrow, he's outta here."

I opened my mouth wide in shock. "How can you be so cruel?!" I practically screamed, "You don't know how helpless he was when I found him! We can't just kick him out in the cold!"

The Captain glared long and hard at me, "This is my police station. You will do as I say Corporal Bryant."

Officer Foxxe looked extremely nervous behind me. He was biting his nails like he always does when he's nervous. I was about to retort with more when I was cut off by the opening of a door.

The boy stepped out plaintively. I closed my mouth immediately, feeling guilty that he had to hear that. I wouldn't be surprised if he was scared out of his mind of me now. But to my surprise, he ignored the domineering presence of Captain Ray and even the magnetic presence of Officer Foxxe. He looked straight at me with his dark eyes and handed me a folded piece of paper. He had a pencil still gripped in his hand.

I looked at the paper. He had drawn a thin rectangle that was blunter on one end. Both Officer Foxxe and Captain Ray looked over my shoulder to see what the strange boy had drawn. We all mirrored similar confused expressions.

"What the hell is that?" Captain Ray asked.

"Looks like he's drawing your dick, Captain." Foxxe joked, a big grin on his face. Captain glared at him menacingly over my shoulder, looking like he was about to tell him off when I beat him to the punch by hitting Officer Foxxe over the head sharply.

"Watch your language, Officer Foxxe." I reprimanded sternly. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. I rolled my eyes looking down at the drawing again. I gave a wry smile. It did indeed look like it could be Captain's –

I was cut off by the boy taking the paper from my hands with a little huff. He crouched on the floor and quickly scribbled something else. I turned back to the Captain.

"I will let this boy leave the Station alone, Captain." I said looking directly in his eyes, just the way he liked it. He grimaced at me and his hands fisted at his sides, his jaw clenched and set. He really was a stubborn old man. But before he could say anything, Ptolemy had stood up again, handing me the white piece of paper. This time I knew exactly what he had drawn. A pentagram.

"That's a –"Officer Foxxe started, but cut himself off. His light eyes were wide in shock. I was also in shock, how could this innocent boy be a – a –

"He's a bloody magician." Captain Ray spoke for all of us with his gruff, blunt voice. "And that." He pointed a hefty finger at what was earlier called his dick, "must be chalk. Looks like this innocent boy wants to summon a demon on us."

"It's not like that." I said, still awed. I looked down at the dark-haired, dark-eyed Ptolemy. Could this kid really be a magician? I furrowed my brows in thought before setting my mind. "I'm getting this kid some chalk; maybe his demon can translate for him."

"You sure that's a smart idea, Corporal?" The Captain asked. He just liked throwing my rank into everything. I turned back to look at him, my mind set. People always told me I was a stubborn bitch.

"Yes, Captain Ray, I'm sure."

The whole Station had packed themselves into the break room. Foxxe and I had moved out the table, giving Ptolemy plenty of room to draw his pentagrams. I had indeed gotten him chalk. I could feel Captain Ray glaring at the back of my head threateningly. I smiled.

All the eyes in the room were glued on the boy as he drew the pentagrams. The intricate lines flew on to the ground precisely; the difficult symbols and signs were curled out with ease. After what seemed like forever, he sat back on his haunches and wiped his smudged hands on his baggy pants. He looked up at me and smiled.

He then spoke the incantation fluidly. The words flowed from his mouth in that strange exotic accent. He spoke the incantation like they were every day words. For all I knew, for him, they could be.

He opened his eyes after he finished the incantation, looking expectedly into the pentagram opposite him with anticipation.

Before our eyes, the pentagram filled with strong violent gusts of wind and sand, what looked to be a rather gruesome face and a large hook nose formed slightly. Two large eyes glared at us. I couldn't help but shiver slightly under the gaze of this demon.

"WHO DARES TO SUMMON ME?" He, err it, bellowed loudly at us, the two large eyes roaming the room full of fearful faces. I felt about ready to piss my pants when he glared at me for an instant. "WHO DARES?"

Why did Ptolemy summon this demon? It was clearly dangerous and not suitable at all. The whole room was shrinking under its power. Even Captain Ray was inching towards the door. Every one was scared. I glanced down at the floor where the dark-haired boy sat calmly. Every one but Ptolemy. He spoke quietly and smoothly, just like he had done with the incantation.

"Rekhyt."

Everything stopped. Silence.