CHAPTER 2
I'd kill them all…
(Warning: This chapter contains strong language!)
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"Fucking ordinary humans." Jack spat, bitterly. "I'd kill them all if I had the chance."
Jackson Brewer. People in the old days would call his behaviour racism. He despised everyone with no magical spark in them. They were beneath him, he'd say. Of course, the wizards didn't see the actual reason behind this passionate hatred. Moreover, those kind of stuff were common amongst the magic society. So nothing was wrong with this loathing according to them.
But Jack remembered. He remembered the first time he accidently entered his parent' bedroom, not knowing what he was about to see. He remembered his father leaving for a few days over some political problems in the palace. He remembered his mother laying under the body of a naked man, but that wasn't his father. It was a filthy human being with nothing special in him. Being overweight, with a hairy back, he didn't understand how Jackeline could do this to their family. And this old full of shit bag was actually getting money in return for fucking his own mother. That moment scarred him forever. He no longer saw the maids' children as his friends. They were nothing. A hand of dirt was more valuable.
"Too bad the codex forbids it!" Josepher said, shaking his head. He and Jack were friends from years. But this kid could never really step out of his shadow. Pathetic attempts just made it painfully obvious that he was envy. Jackson had everything and everyone in his feet. His father's statement helped a lot, but just his look was enough to get him whatever he wanted.
"I don't give a shit about the codex! The codex doesn't give a shit about the codex…" The wizard looked at the ground. "These animals don't have enough brain to fight for their own lives. If anything happened to them, no one would say a crap about it. Not even them." Sadly, this was the truth.
Centuries ago, when the world was on the top of technology and wizards decided it's time for them to finally come out before everyone, thinking they wouldn't be used for anyone's advantage, simply because people could do almost anything those days thanks to science. Well, they had it wrong. One thing the human hadn't accomplished and that was immortality. And they thought sorcerers could give them that…. The mundane community had yet to discover how wrong they actually were. They found a way of locking wizards' magic away so that they'd be protected while torturing them, questioning about how they could be immortal. People just thought they've been fooled when the only answer they got was "That's impossible.". Everything was possible! Especially in those days.
Imagine the surprise on their faces, when the witches were pissed off and decided to fight back. Every technology, every building, everything made by the hand of an ordinary person was completely destroyed. The humans were turned into unspoken slaves and there was nothing they could do about it.
Ever since, the world was designed exactly by the wizards' taste. It was much more beautiful and healthier for the Earth, itself, but what they did to people was nowhere near that.
Jack scowled at his thoughts. He wasn't in a mood for a mental history lesson.
"Jackson Brewer?" He lifted his head to identify the source of these words. He didn't need even a second to recognize the owner of the voice. It was the headmistress of The Royal Academy – Evelyn Blackwood. A short woman in her fifties who always had this serious expression on her face – like you were about to get into trouble. "Follow me!" She didn't wait for an answer. Jack frowned. What was all this about? Perhaps, his parents sent him a message. No! The message wouldn't end up in the headmistress' office.
"You shouldn't keep her wait! She could be… short-tempered at times." Josepher stated. He is right, Jackson thought and didn't wait for a second invitation. He walked behind Mrs. Blackwood in silence, wondering what could he got himself into this time.
As they approached the middle-aged teacher's office, Jack couldn't help but hear the screams that were attacking the air from behind the closed doors. And those screams were nothing like Elvira Elderson's screams when he hit the fourth base with her, six months ago. This was something entirely different. What the fuck, he thought. The yells, now, were tearing his ears apart. He literally felt physical pain from the coming sound. The well-looking wizard, suddenly, felt some wetness in his palm. He could trace the same sticky unpleasantness forming a line on his cheek. His gaze focused on his hand and Jack realized that drops of blood were falling from his ears, creating a mess.
"What the f-" He started, but immediately trailed off, as he remembered he wasn't alone. Most importantly, his company was not some idiotic wizard he could mess around with and avoid any kind of consequences as well. "What is that?" He growled.
"That, Mr. Brewer, is blood." No shit! "We have a novice!" Mrs. Evelyn cared to explain. "She is… untrained." The head-teacher hesitated, unsure of what her next words should've been. Fortunately for her, she was interrupted by the impatient student, craving to learn who the troublemaker was.
"What is she – like six year old or something? And why does she not know about the basics of controlling. Her parents must've taught her at least that before she came here!" He asked, not understanding how could someone be that unenlightened about the art of magic. It WAS their life, after all. And what kind of parents didn't teach their children to hold back, just for the sake of the people around them. It was the first thing to do when your kid starts speaking and walking.
Suddenly, Jackson asked himself why would he give a shit about that child. It wasn't his problem and sure as hell he had better things to do than sitting here, bleeding his ears out, waiting to see some little dumb brat.
"Why don't you take a look, yourself? Then we can discuss some details." Evelyn Blackwood, finally, suggested, putting them both out of their misery and opened the two large mahogany doors, revealing quite the view before themselves.
A girl, standing right on the two hundred year old sofa with dirty shoes, staring at the head-girl Liza, who was already panicking in horror about the precious item this blonde was ruining with her boots. Liza didn't really hear any of the threats this girl had fired at her. All she could see was fresh dirt over the couch. Such a horror!
Well, she is definitely not a fucking six year old, Jack though!
Kim was terrified, angry, panicked and needed some answers. Now! She got so frustrated when that ginger girl that was complete stranger told her to come down, after Kimberly asked numerous times where her mom was, that she got on the couch and started yelling, telling her not to near her and let her go.
"WHERE IS MY MOM? The blonde untaught witch growled again. "WHERE IS SHE? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?"
"Calm down, Mrs. Crawford! We are not going to hurt you." The head-teacher assured her, but that wasn't nearly enough for Kim to calm down.
"Don't make me ask you, again! WHERE IS SHE?" She yelled in rage, shaking. Everything had gone wrong. None of it could be fixed now! And she just had no idea what else she could do but find her mom and run as far away as possible.
"Why don't you get off of this couch so that we can have a proper conversation, shall we?" It still wasn't enough. Those words reached to her, but she didn't have a single drop of trust in her body towards those people, so Evelyn continued. "Look Mrs. Crawford. You and your mother are very special. And your mother just like you is on place where she can be taught of how to control, develop and use her special abilities. She is sharing roof with the king, himself, in the palace, where she will be taken care of. I give you my word you and your mother are completely safe! We wouldn't let anything happen to you, because that would mean that we betray one of our own and that would mean we betray ourselves! We have a codex and we have morals!" Kim's bitter laughter interrupted.
"Morals!" The wizard spat. "You don't know what morals mean. You don't care about us! You just want to use us, but why really? Don't you have enough puppets? We don't want to be part of any of this!"
"Mrs. Crawford, you may not want to be part of it, but your mother does!"
"You think I would believe you?" An inflection of sarcasm mixed with bitter humour was clearly making its way up her throat.
"No, I don't think you would believe me." The professor silenced herself for a moment. "However, I do think you would believe your mother. " And just like that, she shove a brown envelope in Kimberly's hands, and waved at Jackson and Liza, ordering them to leave the room as she specified that the boy should wait outside and enter when he was called upon. He didn't enjoy this at all, but was helpless against one of the most influential people in The Royal Academy. He did as he was told and along with Liza, he left the professor dealing with this loco.
Could she be an ordinary one? He, suddenly, realized that she sure had the looks of an ordinary. The new girl, itself, was very threadbare. Her clothes did look old and worn-out. As a matter of a fact she looked like a homeless person. Usually, the ordinary girls were wearing dresses, similar to those in what is described in books as "Middle-age". Most commonly – blue and yellow. The red was the color of the whores. They had claimed this colour as the colour of the lust that was arousing in men when they'd see them. Anyways, how could she ever be one of them? This girl had nothing to do with any of the people in this place. Nor, she would ever have! She couldn't possibly be on their level and he was ready to bet his head on that. She was probably just a new servant hired by the headmaster, even though the policy didn't allow it by now. The Royal Academy was supposedly not tolerating slavery. They were saying that no human should be more superior to other. But they taught something entirely different behind the closed doors. Whatever happened in The Royal Academy stayed in The Royal Academy!
With shaky hands, Kim ripped the envelop apart and unfolded the letter. Her eyes widened. This truly was her mother's hand-writing. She could recognize it everywhere! Tears watered her face as her gaze started dancing down the words.
Birdy, you probably have a lot of questions and I hope I get a chance to answer to all of them. But I can not do it right now. You don't need to worry about me, though! I am good. I am doing what I should've done years ago. And I am asking you to do the same! Your magic is your magic. It's been given to you for a purpose. Learn how to control it, develop it and then use it for good! The palace is a beautiful place, and if you pass your education I will make sure you come here.
You can trust Evelyn, but you can't trust everyone! Let her help you! She knows what to do.
You are more special than you could've ever imagined! Take care of yourself, Birdy! And be careful! Don't ever forget to look over your shoulder!
I love you!
It really wasn't fake. No one else knew the name her mother had used when she was little. Birdy! It was like a secret code name, Leticia would use only when they were alone. No one ever heard that name except for them so no one could've known. Trust Evelyn! How could she trust someone she barely knew? Her mother could've been forced to write this down for all she knew. And Kimberly sure wouldn't let them have her.
"Okay!" The discovered said. "I will do it! I will be part of this" And this lie was going to cost her a lot!
This is the second chapter. I know it's short and barely enough for you to be pleased, but this chapter was more like an entering. I do hope you found something in this story you would be interested in, though! And I am so grateful for your reviews. Let me know if you want me to continue or not. And if you have an opinion about this story, don't hesitate and share it! J
