Carl's vision was blurry. It physically hurt him to breathe. His ears rang so loud that he couldn't hear anything else. He felt pain surge through his entire body. When the ringing died down, he tried getting up. His head was pounding and he felt very disoriented. Nevertheless, he managed to stand. Every breath filled him with him with even more agony. The source of it came from the right side of his chest. When he placed his hand on the spot, the tenderness immediately told him that some of his ribs were broken. It seemed that hours had passed since he blacked out. The sun was just starting to set, casting everything in a dark, reddish light.
His and Jamie's car, or rather what was left of it, was charred and smoking. None of the paint was visible anyone, and all the metal on the outside was crinkled like paper. The windows had all ceased to exist, and the doors, trunk, and hood were blown off.
He saw Jamie struggling to get up behind the car. One hand on the car's body, the other covering a cough. She looked at him. Her forehead was bloody and she was covered ash. She seemed just as disoriented as he was. That's when he realized how badly injured he was. His uniform was torn in many places and it, as well as his skin, was covered in soot. Blood, scrapes, and bruises coated whatever skin was still seeable.
A look of shock appeared on his sister's face as she pointed behind him. He turned around and saw none other than Calypso in his black suit, long, dark hair, and smug face.
He said, somewhat sarcastically "Looks like you're not dead after all. Thank Heavens."
Carl pulled out his gun and attempted to blast off the pompus look off his face. Calypso raised his hand slightly, making the gun jam up.
Calypso clicked his tongue and said "Wanting to fulfill your wish early, I see? After I saved your and your sister's lives, no less? How rude of you."
Carl lowered his gun and asked "Saved us? How?"
Calypso simply said "Let's just say that you weren't here for a while."
Carl was confused about what that meant, but didn't press on knowing that the crazed crimelord warlock would never give a more clear answer. He looked back to his sister and what was left of his car, then back to Calypso.
He said to him "Well, our car is totaled. No amount of repair is fixing that scrap pile. Unless you're willing to magic it back together."
Calypso raised an eyebrow, scoffed, then said "Me? Waste my power on repairing a car a that will likely just get destroyed in the next match, anyway? No. Why do that when I can just lend you one of my spares? Come."
He gestured towards one of the seemingly generic buildings across the street. Before the match began, the entire city was evacuated, leaving all the buildings abandoned. He looked back to his sister. She approached him, having a slight limp in her step. She gave him a somber look. He looked back to Calypso and saw that he was drawing a strange symbol on a door with his finger. His finger left a glowing, green trail wherever it went. The symbol looked like a cresent moon split in half in the middle of the arc with a cat's eye slit in the center of it. When he finished, he traced the door and opened it.
"Ladies first," he said with a devious smile.
Jamie pushed through him and went inside, followed by Carl, then finally Calypso. He closed the door behind them. The room that they walked into felt very alien. It had a gothic style, but also had modern technology, like lamps and outlets. A lady wearing a dark suit similar to Calypso's sat at desk in the middle of the room. She had bright blonde hair done in a ponytail and brown eyes. Not a single wrinkle of age could be seen anywhere on her face. She typed on a black computer with a large, flat monitor. It had the same strange, eye-like symbol on the back as the one Calypso drew on the door, only red. Carl and Jamie had only ever seen the cream, cubey computers with the bulging screens. They wondered how Calypso could've gotten one like this.
"Charlie," Calypso said "My friends here are in need of some... cleaning up. Would you mind sending a couple of the ladies up here?"
Charlie pulled out a black, rectangular device, tapped on its glowing screen and said into it "Calypso's got himself some friends that need cleaning."
Not even a few moments passed when, out of an elevator door on the left side of the room that they hadn't seen before, a pair of young women wearing suits like Charlie's walked into the room. Both were almost exactly identical save a beauty mark on one girl's right cheek. They both had curly brunette hair, green eyes, and were slightly shorter than Jamie. Just like Charlie, they lacked any physical signs of aging. Below the suits, they wore semi-transport tights under a miniskirt. They approached Carl and Jamie.
"They only need some fixing up, ladies. Don't get carried away," Calypso said suggestively.
The ladies giggled a little, then grabbed Carl and Jamie by their arms and pulled them towards the elevator. The last thing that the two saw before the elevator door closed again was Calypso's sly smile.