Chapter 4 (Okay...um...here it is...DAMNIT! People, i don't care wut u say, I am very dissapointed in this story!)
The screeches became too much to bear as Stanton covered his ears lightly. Deciding he had enough, he walked away. "Hey!" "What?" They all sat down, and coaxed him to play. "Come on! Now that we have a guy we can play strip poker." Yvonne joked. "I'll play, but not strip." "Deal! Get your money." Kelly yelled as she grabbed the deck to shuffle. When he came back, he had seventy-eight bucks on him.
Kelly dealt out the cards, and they played. Stanton was ultimately their superior in cards. He had taught them everything they knew, but not everything he knew. They begged for tutoring, but he said that they were good enough as it was. Cassandra won the first hand, and then Stanton had a winning streak for about five rounds before Yvonne smacked her down with four of a kind.
After a few more games, the plate was already empty again. "You guys are gonna eat our refrigerator before your done." Stanton stated, observing the empty dish. "Want to make something of it?" Cassandra said with a mouth full of BLT. "No. Just pay for the groceries. Rachel? Can you get us some more?" Stanton asked. "Why me?" She asked indignantly. "Rachel, we're your guests. And the host must always be the servant." Kelly reminded her, happily wagging a tsking finger.
She sighed, then got up, but just as she reached for the plate, her vision went black. She remained there, frozen. She suddenly saw a fire before her. She was in another world. She looked around worriedly, then looked at the fire again, and her eyes widened in fear. A tall, red cloaked figure walked through the fire toward her, his eyes malicious yellow slits. His paces were steady and sure as he walked to her. His face was an ebony black.
He finally reached her, and held out his hand. Her hand was magnetically drawn to his. She held it, and it burned painfully. She yanked her hand away, and looked at the mark that had been created. An outside ring circled a somewhat green and blue colored orb. And in between the inner and outer circle, was an incantation in Latin: Absum mind Absum anima. Appello meus indolentia nunc.
She couldn't translate it exactly yet, for her vision blurred, and some powerful force yanked her away. She fell back, flat on her butt on the wet grass. Wet grass? She surveyed her surroundings, and confusedly, she found a strong, slightly tanned hand on her arm. She looked up into her brothers angry eyes. "What happened to you?" Rachel shook her head in helplessness.
She tried to stand, but her feet wouldn't carry her, and she stumbled. "Are you alright?" Rachel looked up, shocked to hear Serena's voice. And see her with all her friends. She opened her mouth to try to speak, but another sense failed. She held out her hand, asking for help. Kelly's hand held hers, and Rachel steadily made it to her feet. She looked around.
Stanton, Yvonne, and Kelly were glancing at her with worried looks, and the daughters and Jimena ran over. She ran her hand through her hair, but stopped when she felt some bumps on her hand. She looked down at her right hand, and fear struck inside of her like a knife. The mark on her hand was still there. Before anyone could ask her anything else, she grabbed her brother by the collar.
"Help me! Tell me what this means!" She demanded frighteningly. He blinked, and drew back. "What's the matter with you?" She pulled away frantically, and examined her hand. "Uh...absum mind absum anima...appello meus...indolentia nunc." Stanton's brows pinched, then he translated it for her. "Absent mind, absent soul, summon my freedom now." His eyes widened as he said, "It's an incantation."
Rachel pulled back. "What kind of incantation?" Stanton sighed, and put a comforting hand on her arm. 'Those words reverse a possessing spell.' Her eyes widened in fear. Why was she given those words?
The screeches became too much to bear as Stanton covered his ears lightly. Deciding he had enough, he walked away. "Hey!" "What?" They all sat down, and coaxed him to play. "Come on! Now that we have a guy we can play strip poker." Yvonne joked. "I'll play, but not strip." "Deal! Get your money." Kelly yelled as she grabbed the deck to shuffle. When he came back, he had seventy-eight bucks on him.
Kelly dealt out the cards, and they played. Stanton was ultimately their superior in cards. He had taught them everything they knew, but not everything he knew. They begged for tutoring, but he said that they were good enough as it was. Cassandra won the first hand, and then Stanton had a winning streak for about five rounds before Yvonne smacked her down with four of a kind.
After a few more games, the plate was already empty again. "You guys are gonna eat our refrigerator before your done." Stanton stated, observing the empty dish. "Want to make something of it?" Cassandra said with a mouth full of BLT. "No. Just pay for the groceries. Rachel? Can you get us some more?" Stanton asked. "Why me?" She asked indignantly. "Rachel, we're your guests. And the host must always be the servant." Kelly reminded her, happily wagging a tsking finger.
She sighed, then got up, but just as she reached for the plate, her vision went black. She remained there, frozen. She suddenly saw a fire before her. She was in another world. She looked around worriedly, then looked at the fire again, and her eyes widened in fear. A tall, red cloaked figure walked through the fire toward her, his eyes malicious yellow slits. His paces were steady and sure as he walked to her. His face was an ebony black.
He finally reached her, and held out his hand. Her hand was magnetically drawn to his. She held it, and it burned painfully. She yanked her hand away, and looked at the mark that had been created. An outside ring circled a somewhat green and blue colored orb. And in between the inner and outer circle, was an incantation in Latin: Absum mind Absum anima. Appello meus indolentia nunc.
She couldn't translate it exactly yet, for her vision blurred, and some powerful force yanked her away. She fell back, flat on her butt on the wet grass. Wet grass? She surveyed her surroundings, and confusedly, she found a strong, slightly tanned hand on her arm. She looked up into her brothers angry eyes. "What happened to you?" Rachel shook her head in helplessness.
She tried to stand, but her feet wouldn't carry her, and she stumbled. "Are you alright?" Rachel looked up, shocked to hear Serena's voice. And see her with all her friends. She opened her mouth to try to speak, but another sense failed. She held out her hand, asking for help. Kelly's hand held hers, and Rachel steadily made it to her feet. She looked around.
Stanton, Yvonne, and Kelly were glancing at her with worried looks, and the daughters and Jimena ran over. She ran her hand through her hair, but stopped when she felt some bumps on her hand. She looked down at her right hand, and fear struck inside of her like a knife. The mark on her hand was still there. Before anyone could ask her anything else, she grabbed her brother by the collar.
"Help me! Tell me what this means!" She demanded frighteningly. He blinked, and drew back. "What's the matter with you?" She pulled away frantically, and examined her hand. "Uh...absum mind absum anima...appello meus...indolentia nunc." Stanton's brows pinched, then he translated it for her. "Absent mind, absent soul, summon my freedom now." His eyes widened as he said, "It's an incantation."
Rachel pulled back. "What kind of incantation?" Stanton sighed, and put a comforting hand on her arm. 'Those words reverse a possessing spell.' Her eyes widened in fear. Why was she given those words?