Heyy! Sorry it's been such a long time since I updated! School has been soooo busy! The school play was a couple of weeks ago and college applications has to be submitted and everything, so it's been hectic! And I know this isn't enough of an update for such a long time, but if I get 5 reviews I will upload the next chapter Monday! ;) (which will be longer! I promise!)
Also (as a kind of way to make up for things!) if your interested, I can send you an original story that I wrote for my short story writing class! Let me know in a review!
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Chris wasn't sure how long he had been trapped in the room. There wasn't a clock or a calendar to be found and his meals seemed to be brought whenever he was hungry. He didn't get how that was possible, but he wasn't complaining about it. That was something he had to admit; it was comfortable living here. Not that he didn't like living his grandfather, but life was easier here.
Speaking of his grandfather, he still hadn't seen him. Wyatt had said that he was somewhere down there, but Chris hadn't left the room since he woke up and Wyatt hadn't come back. The only people that had come into the room were Wyatt for that one visit and the demons who brought him his food and changed his bandages. He assumed that there was some kind of magical healing potion in the bandages because the wound on his back was rapidly getting better. His movement was still somewhat restricted, but he was doing a lot better.
He still felt miserable about not knowing about his grandfather, but the answer to that came about the next time a demon came to drop off his meal.
"I have a message from Lord Wyatt. He wishes to speak with you. Someone will come to escort you to his office in an hour. Be ready." He just put the tray of food down on the table and walked out.
Chris was a little nervous about having a meeting with Wyatt. The last time they talked, things hadn't gone so well, and neither had the time before that. He also couldn't help but wonder what Wyatt wanted to see him about. Hopefully he was going to let him see their grandfather.
A demon did come in the promised hour. Chris hoped that he would walk him through the hallway, but he simply shimmered him in front of a door. The shimmering made Chris feel queasy and he fell to his knees. He held his stomach and doubled over, but gasped in pain because the movement stretched the muscles in his back too much. The demon didn't pay him any attention and just knocked on the door. Wyatt opened it, glanced at Chris, and then turned his gaze towards the demon. His gaze turned cold as the demon was vanquished. He helped Chris up and brought him into his office.
"Are you okay?" Wyatt asked his younger brother as he steered him over towards the couch.
"Not really," Chris replied through gritted teeth. It took him a while to get his breathing back under control. Once he did he looked up at Wyatt.
Wyatt stared back at his brother, but he quickly it broke off. He couldn't look his brother in the eye. "I wanted to see you because I have an offer for you."
Chris was suspicious about it, but he wanted to at least hear him out. "What?"
"I'll let you see Victor – on one condition."
The younger Witchlighter had grown hopeful, but his hopes quickly died. "Am I going to like this condition?"
"Maybe, maybe not. But it's the only chance you have to see Victor."
"Chance?"
"You'll have to complete your mission, of course."
"Mission? Wyatt, I still have trouble moving."
"Don't worry, it's not too strenuous and one of my demons will accompany you."
"What is it?"
"Just scouting out the Resistance."
"The Resistance?"
"Yes, it's surprising what rebellious witches can do in a week."
So he had been trapped down here for a week. And that meant Victor had one less week to live. He needed to see him. It didn't sound like Wyatt wanted him to kill anyone. How bad could it be?
Savannah Baker crept along the brick wall of the alley. She was slowly making her way to the front of the alley so she could glance out onto the street. If the coast was clear, it would be safe for her and her partner to quickly scurry to the next alleyway and repeat the process. Their goal was the hospital down the street, but it seemed like it had taken the two witches hours just to get within a block of it.
Savannah crouched down, ready to run if she had to, and quickly stuck her head out of the alley. Glance to the right, glance to the left, quick hand signal, and run. Savannah sprinted for the next alley, which was only 25 feet away, but seemed like a mile. She only glimpsed behind her once to check to make sure Ricky was following her. Once they reached the alley they ran for the back and hid behind a dumpster and some trashcans. They made it.
Ricky looked over at Savannah, who was breathing heavily behind the dumpster. "Only five more alleys to go," he reassured her.
"Only?" she asked. "It takes us 15 minutes to get to another alley. We have to wait to make sure no one saw us and followed up in here. Then we have creep up, check the street, and them sprint for the next alleyway. It's ridiculous."
"The safety measures are necessary."
"But no one has gotten attacked!"
"Because of the safety measures," Ricky said a little sternly.
Savannah rolled her eyes. Adults always thought they knew everything! She sat back and watched as Ricky took his turn to check the street. As soon as he stuck his head out and motioned with his hand, she sprinted after him. They both headed for the next alley, not knowing what was waiting for them there . . .
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