Present the Past- Chapter Seven


*Takes a deep breath* Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry! I'd been so busy with grad, and summer, and vacation, that I kinda neglected the story... Again- sorry!

Um, um, my beta (SOPI!!!) hasn't read through this chapter yet, or the next one, so if you see typos... sorry!

Disclaimer's at chapter two, but just for the record- I don't own Everworld, or the characters. :(

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"Well, that wasn't as bad as the last time we were all here," Christopher commented.
Senna's grin disappeared. "Christopher... you always thought you were smart, didn't you?" She asked, a coy tone to her voice. Stepping in his direction, she reached out for his wrist- but he pulled away.
Senna frowned.
I was enjoying this... but not by much.
"Listen Senna, cut the crap- why are we here?" Jalil asked, although he pretty much already knew the answer.
Suddenly, a wavy image of four people appeared behind Senna. One of them was Magda, and I wanted to cry out in shock. Two of the others I had seen around school and had even made pleasant chitchat with while waiting for classes to start, but I couldn't remember their names. The other guy I didn't know from a hole in the ground.
"Do you recognize any of these people?" Senna prompted. No one spoke up, so Senna kept talking. "April. You'll probably recall my new best friend, Magda?" Ouch. That was a punch to the gut. I ground my teeth together, refusing to believe that she would befriend Senna... An overwhelming rush of anger and adrenaline flushed through me, and I headed towards Senna- only to have Jalil grab my wrist and pull me back.
"Don't do anything stupid, April," he warned.
Senna smiled, flashing her white teeth. She looked like a wolf that was ready to tear into its prey. "And David? I'm sure you'll remember your old camp buddy-" Senna paused to nod towards the guy I didn't recognize, but before she could continue David suddenly rushed forward and gave her an uppercut. Her jaw snapped upwards, and then she turned to David, snarling, attacking him.
It was then that those four people- Magda included- morphed from wavy image beings into the real things.
This was not a good sign.
Magda hurried towards *me*, of all people, while Jalil and Christopher handled the other three. David was still using fists against Senna (who, surprisingly, wasn't using magic, and even more surprising, was doing good without it). But I couldn't concentrate on anyone else- Magda's fist came slamming into the side of my face. I stumbled backwards, but regained my balance. There was no way I wanted to get into this. I couldn't fight my friend. I couldn't cause physical or emotional pain to her. She was under Senna's magic. Would it be fair?
Magda rushed forward and plowed me to the ground.
*Would* it be fair? Oh, it would be fair, all right.
The adrenaline I'd felt earlier returned. I jumped up and delivered a blow to Magda's stomach. She was weakened. A little. The punch was followed by a kick that hit her in the temple, knocking her out. I wanted to cry, knowing that I'd just knocked Magda out. I didn't even know where I'd learn to fight like that. Anger towards Senna? Who knew.
I looked around. The lake had transformed into a battlefield in a matter of minutes. Jalil and Christopher were still fighting two of the guys, and David was...
Waitaminute- where was David?
Oh, God. My heart was hammering against my ribcage. Where was he? Did Senna have him? Senna couldn't be seen either. I looked around, trying frantically to spot him.
"David!" I shouted. No answer.
I ran towards Jalil and Christopher, shouting "David! He's gone!" Their eyes widened, but they remained in the fight. They couldn't do much else, unless they wanted a black eye.
"Looking for your leader?" A familiar voice chided.
Senna.
I turned around. There she was, holding a knife to David's neck.
"David!" I cried. I tried to step forward, but then found that I couldn't move. At all. Senna had bound me to the ground. No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't move. I felt someone grab my arm from behind, and figured it was Christopher or Jalil, trying to help. That's when I felt the pain.
A short cry escaped me, and I looked down at my wrist. Someone had slit it open. I felt sick. Blood trickled out of the cut, fast, fast, so fast... I maneuvered around to see my attacker- Magda, conscious once more and wielding a nail file. I sank down to the dirt, feet still glued to the ground. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw Jalil approach me, but far away, it was all so far away... Darkness blurred the corners of my vision, but I could still see my wrist, and the blood... I could hear Magda's laughter... people shouting my name... my own sobs... the darkness closing in... consciousness abandoning me... I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing to be anywhere but where I was. The cut wasn't deep, was it? I didn't know. I thought I felt someone picking me up, dragging me...
That was when the darkness took over.

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The ending draws near... Go to the next chapter. :)