Chapter 8 Excuse me for updating so soon, but i've becum an impatient little bitch.
Rachel flipped through the book, looking at all marked pages. The only pages marked were simple self defense spells, only what was to be taught. If there were three magical figures, then why did only one of them have it? 'Because she asked for it temporarily.' She jumped up, and searched with her mind to find the unfamiliar voice. 'Don't bother looking my child. I'm right here.' Her brows pinched, and she looked into her mind.
A strange connection was found. She searched further, wondering whose mind it would lead to. She sat there for a few minutes, unaware of someone entering the room. They had all left to give her some privacy, and now apparently, one wanted to return. She jumped, shocked to find the mind the voice came from. Hers. 'Who are you?' The voice replied instantly, 'Do you remember your servant years ago?'
She nodded, but she knew it couldn't have been her servant. Her servant was female. This voice was definitely male. 'Glad you noticed.' She glared. 'What do you want?' A smile malicious smile formed on her lips as she said in a hoarse voice, "Revenge." Her eyes widened in fear. "What would you want with me? And what does my FRIEND, have to do with this?"
'Your friend was a friend of mine as well. As a matter a fact, you might say we were...an item.' The other person entering the room approached cautiously, noticing Rachel's empty look. 'Why would she be with YOU? And you still haven't answered my other question!' 'She stayed with me because I threatened to kill you and Stanton if she ever left. She knew she could beat me in a magical battle, so I had to use you. And since she had a premonition of you, she knew I could do it.
'I had to take your body after the fallen goddess defeated me. That way I could spite her, and Raissa at the same time.' 'So is that any reason to mess with me?' A brow raised, and the most evil smile ever conjured from her lips, she said, "Oh yes." An aura of fear trembled the atmosphere surrounding her. 'So what will you do me and Jimena? And you better not do anything to my brother!' Her fists clenched.
'Oh don't worry. You'll love the little death's I have planned for you all. In the mean time, I'll just take pleasure out of making your lives as miserable as possible before your untimely demise. Ta-ta.' He left her mind with a sinister laughter. "Nooooooo!" Rachel yelled, and trashed about, but suddenly, a loud shout said, "Wake up! Rachel relax!" She blinked, and suddenly, she found herself looking into dark brown eyes.
"Jimena?" She asked, startled to find her there right after her conversation. "Qué sucedio? What happened? Were you there again?" Rachel shook her head. "I was in my brain, but someone else was there too." Jimena blinked. "Qué?" "Someone was inside my mind with me. He was talking to me. It was like he could possess me." Possess! Oh, that was why she was given the words. Wait, it couldn't be that simple could it?
She looked up at Jimena, then asked her to get everyone else back in. "Usted lo calcula hacia fuera? You figure it out?" Rachel looked down at her hands. "Quizá." She whispered. Jimena nodded, then walked out. After a few minutes, everyone was back in her room, this time crowded around her table. She took a deep breath, then explained everything she had seen. Silence, silence, so much silence.
Jimena suddenly grinned, crossed her arms, and proudly said, "Seremos finos!" For some strange reason, Jimena's confidence became infectious. She grinned and said, "Usted aposto!" Stanton raised a brow and mimicked them, "No exactamente." Karyl groaned and said, "Would somebody please speak English?" Rachel turned to them. "This isn't that big a deal." "Yeah, we can manage." Jimena shrugged.
Collin stood. "If you guys can manage your deaths, I sure as hell can't." Serena jumped up. "And that goes for all of us!" Everyone began speaking at once, until Rachel shouted, "Okay, okay, hold it! Look, I haven't showed some of you this, but this is gonna be the thing that keeps us alive." She slipped of the fingerless glove, and showed them all the mark on her hand.
Tymmie gently took her hand, and rubbed his thumb over the words outside the inner circle. "This is from a spell book?" Rachel blinked, "How'd you know?" Tymmie tilted his head over to Stanton. "He told me." Rachel nodded, and strangely found herself enjoying Tymmie's touch. "How could you use this? I mean you don't have witch blood do you? So, how is it possible that it's gonna work?"
"What would you use it for? Collin asked, observing the words. "It's Latin. It's an old incantation from that spell book." She nodded to the book. "It's a freedom spell for the possessed. I think I was given it to free us from this weirdo." "Yeah, but you said that the one who gave it to you looked more like a demon than a human." Kelly pointed out. "I think it's a trap. Maybe that's the wrong spell book, and maybe he gave you the incantation just so he could—" "What incantation!?" Rachel yelled.
"The one—" "What incantation!?" Rachel's original voice was gone, and in it's place was a deep cracked sound. "Tell me what it says!" They all drew back, and looked at her in fear, her eyes suddenly glowing from their shining aqua, to a dark, dull black. A sighed entered the air, then her eyes turned a fiery red. "I'm warning you! Tell me or Rachel dies!"
Her hands made a wide circle over her stomach, then a bright yellow swirl entwined, making a whirlpool in her hand that burst into a white light. "Magus of the Malum, Deleas the innocentes—" "Stoooooooooooooppp!" Rachel yelled, her voice turning to normal, her eyes marine colored again. The light disappeared, Rachel jumped back. Stanton ran to her, and put his arms around her, then cradled her back and forth. "He's after me." She whispered in a fit of tears.
Rachel flipped through the book, looking at all marked pages. The only pages marked were simple self defense spells, only what was to be taught. If there were three magical figures, then why did only one of them have it? 'Because she asked for it temporarily.' She jumped up, and searched with her mind to find the unfamiliar voice. 'Don't bother looking my child. I'm right here.' Her brows pinched, and she looked into her mind.
A strange connection was found. She searched further, wondering whose mind it would lead to. She sat there for a few minutes, unaware of someone entering the room. They had all left to give her some privacy, and now apparently, one wanted to return. She jumped, shocked to find the mind the voice came from. Hers. 'Who are you?' The voice replied instantly, 'Do you remember your servant years ago?'
She nodded, but she knew it couldn't have been her servant. Her servant was female. This voice was definitely male. 'Glad you noticed.' She glared. 'What do you want?' A smile malicious smile formed on her lips as she said in a hoarse voice, "Revenge." Her eyes widened in fear. "What would you want with me? And what does my FRIEND, have to do with this?"
'Your friend was a friend of mine as well. As a matter a fact, you might say we were...an item.' The other person entering the room approached cautiously, noticing Rachel's empty look. 'Why would she be with YOU? And you still haven't answered my other question!' 'She stayed with me because I threatened to kill you and Stanton if she ever left. She knew she could beat me in a magical battle, so I had to use you. And since she had a premonition of you, she knew I could do it.
'I had to take your body after the fallen goddess defeated me. That way I could spite her, and Raissa at the same time.' 'So is that any reason to mess with me?' A brow raised, and the most evil smile ever conjured from her lips, she said, "Oh yes." An aura of fear trembled the atmosphere surrounding her. 'So what will you do me and Jimena? And you better not do anything to my brother!' Her fists clenched.
'Oh don't worry. You'll love the little death's I have planned for you all. In the mean time, I'll just take pleasure out of making your lives as miserable as possible before your untimely demise. Ta-ta.' He left her mind with a sinister laughter. "Nooooooo!" Rachel yelled, and trashed about, but suddenly, a loud shout said, "Wake up! Rachel relax!" She blinked, and suddenly, she found herself looking into dark brown eyes.
"Jimena?" She asked, startled to find her there right after her conversation. "Qué sucedio? What happened? Were you there again?" Rachel shook her head. "I was in my brain, but someone else was there too." Jimena blinked. "Qué?" "Someone was inside my mind with me. He was talking to me. It was like he could possess me." Possess! Oh, that was why she was given the words. Wait, it couldn't be that simple could it?
She looked up at Jimena, then asked her to get everyone else back in. "Usted lo calcula hacia fuera? You figure it out?" Rachel looked down at her hands. "Quizá." She whispered. Jimena nodded, then walked out. After a few minutes, everyone was back in her room, this time crowded around her table. She took a deep breath, then explained everything she had seen. Silence, silence, so much silence.
Jimena suddenly grinned, crossed her arms, and proudly said, "Seremos finos!" For some strange reason, Jimena's confidence became infectious. She grinned and said, "Usted aposto!" Stanton raised a brow and mimicked them, "No exactamente." Karyl groaned and said, "Would somebody please speak English?" Rachel turned to them. "This isn't that big a deal." "Yeah, we can manage." Jimena shrugged.
Collin stood. "If you guys can manage your deaths, I sure as hell can't." Serena jumped up. "And that goes for all of us!" Everyone began speaking at once, until Rachel shouted, "Okay, okay, hold it! Look, I haven't showed some of you this, but this is gonna be the thing that keeps us alive." She slipped of the fingerless glove, and showed them all the mark on her hand.
Tymmie gently took her hand, and rubbed his thumb over the words outside the inner circle. "This is from a spell book?" Rachel blinked, "How'd you know?" Tymmie tilted his head over to Stanton. "He told me." Rachel nodded, and strangely found herself enjoying Tymmie's touch. "How could you use this? I mean you don't have witch blood do you? So, how is it possible that it's gonna work?"
"What would you use it for? Collin asked, observing the words. "It's Latin. It's an old incantation from that spell book." She nodded to the book. "It's a freedom spell for the possessed. I think I was given it to free us from this weirdo." "Yeah, but you said that the one who gave it to you looked more like a demon than a human." Kelly pointed out. "I think it's a trap. Maybe that's the wrong spell book, and maybe he gave you the incantation just so he could—" "What incantation!?" Rachel yelled.
"The one—" "What incantation!?" Rachel's original voice was gone, and in it's place was a deep cracked sound. "Tell me what it says!" They all drew back, and looked at her in fear, her eyes suddenly glowing from their shining aqua, to a dark, dull black. A sighed entered the air, then her eyes turned a fiery red. "I'm warning you! Tell me or Rachel dies!"
Her hands made a wide circle over her stomach, then a bright yellow swirl entwined, making a whirlpool in her hand that burst into a white light. "Magus of the Malum, Deleas the innocentes—" "Stoooooooooooooppp!" Rachel yelled, her voice turning to normal, her eyes marine colored again. The light disappeared, Rachel jumped back. Stanton ran to her, and put his arms around her, then cradled her back and forth. "He's after me." She whispered in a fit of tears.