Eleven – Teleportation System
Shock hung in the dreadful silence that followed. No one could believe what Michael had just said.
"Y-Y-Y-You've got to be kidding," stammered Dave, breaking the silence at last.
"I wish I was but I'm not," said Michael regretfully. "We need to take action now. Michael, Dave, I don't want you getting hurt, so can you both go home?"
"Sure," agreed Dave. Both left the Nabootique.
"Julian, to the backyard," said Michael. They left the shop and went into the backyard. At once Michael took out an orangey-red chalk and began drawing teleportation circles.
"These circles will respond only to you and Noel," explained Michael. "There are 12 circles here. These will take you to me, and I will heal you. Remember each one will only work once, so think carefully before going."
"Thanks Michael," said Julian as Michael finished drawing.
"No need," said Michael. "You better get your sword ready." Julian nodded and placed his hand on the handle of the sword.
"Where're you going to go?" asked Julain. Michael looked at him.
"Back to Noel, see what we can do," he answered. He took out a purple chalk and drew around himself. In a flash he was gone.
Julian waited for a while. He knew the demon would find him eventually. As he turned to check on Noel, he stopped dead. He thought he heard something move behind him. Slowly he drew his sword and turned round. Nothing there. His breathing became rapidly fast, as all fear in the world ran through him. Was the demon there?
Suddenly something silver flashed. At once Julian raised his sword. He had only just blocked the blade of someone in a recognisable set of black and red robes.
It was the demon.
"Didn't you get enough last time, did you?" yelled Julian as their blades banged against each other.
"I always play with my food before I eat," said the demon jeeringly. He kicked Julian in the stomach. At once Julian recoiled.
The demon placed his sword by his side. Realising his mistake, Julian raised his sword again but it was too late. In one strong blow of the demon's fist, Julian was sent flying through the air. He crashed against a wall, his sword fell out of his hand, and he slumped sideways, his consciousness waving. As his vision went blurry, the last thing he saw was Noel charging at the demon, a thick brown staff in his hands, before everything went black.
