Chapter 26
Collin examined his hand, and asked, "How do I say this?" Rachel repeated it, and he nodded. Collin held his wrist with one hand, and pointed the other at Stanton. He took a deep breath, and slowly, but clearly chanted, "Absum mind, absum anima Appello meus indolentia nunc." Light burst from his hand, and shot into Stanton's mouth. He closed his mouth, and after two seconds, the light emerged, and added to the puddle on the floor.
Stanton stumbled, and Serena caught him, almost crushed by his weight, then looked at Rachel.
She stood tall, and faced Collin. He repeated the spell, and light pushed her mouth open. A milky, cold feeling filtered inside. The milky feel then bunched, surged, then pushed up, from her stomach, to her mouth. The light stole her power, and her knees buckled. Tymmie caught her by the under arms, and they all waited tensely for Gerard's release.
Collin raised his hand higher, and this time, in a firmer voice, shouted out the spell. The second the light entered Jimena, she fell onto the chair. The light stayed at her chest, but a lump in the middle of her chest rose, and pushed violently up her throat, to her mouth, where she spit out a yellow light. Collin ran over, and grabbed her. Rachel stood, her power full again. She looked at the light on the wooden floor. It was already taking human shape.
All eyes went to it as it slowly began to rise off the floor, like a serpent dancing to a snake charmer. Raissa stood up, and said, "He's has arose." Prepared, Rachel stood, and Stanton came up with her.
"Everybody, leave." He said quietly. "This isn't your battle." The silver shape started taking the colors of a human. Collin picked Jimena up, and left, the followers filing out with him. All, but Tymmie. Rachel glared at him.
"What are you doing? Get out!" But then, the bright shape flashed, and Gerard stood before them, garbed in an elaborate golden robe, a dark purple cape, and rusty colored boots that reached his knees. He looked down at his hands, and ran them over his body, making sure he was real.
He looked up a slight fear in his eyes, "Why am I free?" Raissa stepped up.
"The spell I used; if we merely freed you, then you could fly away and steal another innocent body. But I brought you to your complete form, to make sure you never do this again." Her fists clenched, fire burning in her eyes. He proudly grinned at himself.
"Shall we take this outside?" He questioned, his eyes wandering to Tymmie.
Rachel narrowed her eyes, and said, "Yes. Leave him alone."
Tymmie shifted, his eyes narrowing in preparation and anger. "Oh. I will." Gerard said with a hint of mysterious malice. Rachel didn't even have time to analyze it, because in an instant that no one could predict, Gerard shot a white beam at Tymmie. The beam went straight through his heart, and blood came out from his back. His eyes widened, then went blank. He fell to the floor. Rachel cried out, and ran to him, tears suspended.
Weight smacked on her chest. He wasn't even moving...but he couldn't die! He was immortal. "The Atrox isn't the only one that can take away immortality."
To prove his point, he shot a small beam at Rachel's arm. "Ah!" She gripped her arm, but that didn't stop the bleeding, and it spilled into the large pool of Tymmie's blood. Raissa made a circle with her finger, and a beam encompassed them, taking them to the beach. She looked at her hands; empty, and dripping blood. Refusing to cry, she turned, angry tears still suspended, and gritted her teeth. She stood tall, and slowly walked to the others, her arm already healing.
Stanton looked at her admiringly, then closed his eyes. Rachel did the same, and the sorceress emerged. Her earlier gown appeared, and her body filled with new magic. Powers of seduction, manipulation, strength, and destruction.
She opened her eyes, and looked at Stanton. He was dressed in armor, a cape, breeches, and tall boots, like a warrior. Her eyes shifted to Gerard's grinning face, and they waited for his first attack. He suddenly frowned, making his face grow sour. He turned, as if drawing a gun, and shot a beam at them. They burst apart, and flew in different directions. Rachel looked over, and Stanton formed a square over his chest.
He shouted, and a glittering blue light sped to Gerard, making the air crackle with power. Gerard deflected it with his cape, and it bounced to Raissa. She crossed her arms, making an X. A magic shield covered her, shooting the light back to him, hitting his back as he turned. At the distraction, Rachel formed circles over her chest, and flew to his side, then smacked him with a fireball. "Ah!" He patted at his coat, putting out the flames. Raissa landed on her feet, and brought up her arms.
The wind howled, and the sand rose. She closed her eyes, and brought her arms closer, hugging the air. The sand, dirt, and salt water mixed together in a giant twister. She shoved it at him, but he didn't move. Sensing his attack, she covered her eyes. His hand through the tornado of debris, making it shower in front of him. As Rachel opened her eyes, a flashing beam shot her chest. The burning rocked her insides, but she let out a contaminated breath, and stood back as the others attacked.
They were gaining on him very well, but it seemed like he was holding back some side of him. The other's sensed it too; she could tell. But in the meantime, they would have to bring down as much of him as possible. But they were also using up their powers. She tried to speak to them. 'Stop! You're burning up your energy.'
Raissa began making little blast's from both her hands, and said, 'I know. But we have an ally.' Rachel's eyes widened.
"Who?!"
Before an answer could come, a vibrant light shot from Gerard's hand. Her face wrinkled up when the light shined in her face. Strangely, she felt an instant peace, time freezing. She was going to die. She closed her eyes, ready to let go. As her memory's swept over her, she relished the thought of dying.
She wanted to do so much more.
She would see Tymmie again. She braced herself, but a loud ricochet made her open her eyes. The beam once aimed at her now shot into the ocean, and burst like a firecracker. "Wha—" Rachel looked around. Her jaw dropped. Tymmie was gripping his bleeding chest, his other hand was aimed between her and Gerard. "Tymmie!" She shouted incredulously.
"Look out!"
Collin examined his hand, and asked, "How do I say this?" Rachel repeated it, and he nodded. Collin held his wrist with one hand, and pointed the other at Stanton. He took a deep breath, and slowly, but clearly chanted, "Absum mind, absum anima Appello meus indolentia nunc." Light burst from his hand, and shot into Stanton's mouth. He closed his mouth, and after two seconds, the light emerged, and added to the puddle on the floor.
Stanton stumbled, and Serena caught him, almost crushed by his weight, then looked at Rachel.
She stood tall, and faced Collin. He repeated the spell, and light pushed her mouth open. A milky, cold feeling filtered inside. The milky feel then bunched, surged, then pushed up, from her stomach, to her mouth. The light stole her power, and her knees buckled. Tymmie caught her by the under arms, and they all waited tensely for Gerard's release.
Collin raised his hand higher, and this time, in a firmer voice, shouted out the spell. The second the light entered Jimena, she fell onto the chair. The light stayed at her chest, but a lump in the middle of her chest rose, and pushed violently up her throat, to her mouth, where she spit out a yellow light. Collin ran over, and grabbed her. Rachel stood, her power full again. She looked at the light on the wooden floor. It was already taking human shape.
All eyes went to it as it slowly began to rise off the floor, like a serpent dancing to a snake charmer. Raissa stood up, and said, "He's has arose." Prepared, Rachel stood, and Stanton came up with her.
"Everybody, leave." He said quietly. "This isn't your battle." The silver shape started taking the colors of a human. Collin picked Jimena up, and left, the followers filing out with him. All, but Tymmie. Rachel glared at him.
"What are you doing? Get out!" But then, the bright shape flashed, and Gerard stood before them, garbed in an elaborate golden robe, a dark purple cape, and rusty colored boots that reached his knees. He looked down at his hands, and ran them over his body, making sure he was real.
He looked up a slight fear in his eyes, "Why am I free?" Raissa stepped up.
"The spell I used; if we merely freed you, then you could fly away and steal another innocent body. But I brought you to your complete form, to make sure you never do this again." Her fists clenched, fire burning in her eyes. He proudly grinned at himself.
"Shall we take this outside?" He questioned, his eyes wandering to Tymmie.
Rachel narrowed her eyes, and said, "Yes. Leave him alone."
Tymmie shifted, his eyes narrowing in preparation and anger. "Oh. I will." Gerard said with a hint of mysterious malice. Rachel didn't even have time to analyze it, because in an instant that no one could predict, Gerard shot a white beam at Tymmie. The beam went straight through his heart, and blood came out from his back. His eyes widened, then went blank. He fell to the floor. Rachel cried out, and ran to him, tears suspended.
Weight smacked on her chest. He wasn't even moving...but he couldn't die! He was immortal. "The Atrox isn't the only one that can take away immortality."
To prove his point, he shot a small beam at Rachel's arm. "Ah!" She gripped her arm, but that didn't stop the bleeding, and it spilled into the large pool of Tymmie's blood. Raissa made a circle with her finger, and a beam encompassed them, taking them to the beach. She looked at her hands; empty, and dripping blood. Refusing to cry, she turned, angry tears still suspended, and gritted her teeth. She stood tall, and slowly walked to the others, her arm already healing.
Stanton looked at her admiringly, then closed his eyes. Rachel did the same, and the sorceress emerged. Her earlier gown appeared, and her body filled with new magic. Powers of seduction, manipulation, strength, and destruction.
She opened her eyes, and looked at Stanton. He was dressed in armor, a cape, breeches, and tall boots, like a warrior. Her eyes shifted to Gerard's grinning face, and they waited for his first attack. He suddenly frowned, making his face grow sour. He turned, as if drawing a gun, and shot a beam at them. They burst apart, and flew in different directions. Rachel looked over, and Stanton formed a square over his chest.
He shouted, and a glittering blue light sped to Gerard, making the air crackle with power. Gerard deflected it with his cape, and it bounced to Raissa. She crossed her arms, making an X. A magic shield covered her, shooting the light back to him, hitting his back as he turned. At the distraction, Rachel formed circles over her chest, and flew to his side, then smacked him with a fireball. "Ah!" He patted at his coat, putting out the flames. Raissa landed on her feet, and brought up her arms.
The wind howled, and the sand rose. She closed her eyes, and brought her arms closer, hugging the air. The sand, dirt, and salt water mixed together in a giant twister. She shoved it at him, but he didn't move. Sensing his attack, she covered her eyes. His hand through the tornado of debris, making it shower in front of him. As Rachel opened her eyes, a flashing beam shot her chest. The burning rocked her insides, but she let out a contaminated breath, and stood back as the others attacked.
They were gaining on him very well, but it seemed like he was holding back some side of him. The other's sensed it too; she could tell. But in the meantime, they would have to bring down as much of him as possible. But they were also using up their powers. She tried to speak to them. 'Stop! You're burning up your energy.'
Raissa began making little blast's from both her hands, and said, 'I know. But we have an ally.' Rachel's eyes widened.
"Who?!"
Before an answer could come, a vibrant light shot from Gerard's hand. Her face wrinkled up when the light shined in her face. Strangely, she felt an instant peace, time freezing. She was going to die. She closed her eyes, ready to let go. As her memory's swept over her, she relished the thought of dying.
She wanted to do so much more.
She would see Tymmie again. She braced herself, but a loud ricochet made her open her eyes. The beam once aimed at her now shot into the ocean, and burst like a firecracker. "Wha—" Rachel looked around. Her jaw dropped. Tymmie was gripping his bleeding chest, his other hand was aimed between her and Gerard. "Tymmie!" She shouted incredulously.
"Look out!"