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"What who said? Chris? Hello in there...?"
"I told you, Bianca," I snap, composing myself, "the dream woman. I could never hear anything she said up until now. Then when I opened the first page of this book thing, I just dreamed it again, only I was wide awake. But this time I HEARD what she said..."
"What was it?"
"Nothing," I lie, "nothing, I, um, don't remember." I look down at the book. "What do you think it says on here? The writing's too small to read in the dark." I squint at the page, but I can only make out a scary drawing of a monster. "That's a bit disturbing."
"Tell me about it," Bianca groans, "this whole catastrophe is confusing. Look, you can stay up here and dwell in the darkness and your silly delusions all you want, but I'm going to try and escape."
"Door's locked, windows bound by magical spells," I say automatically. She gawks at me.
"How would you know?"
"I—I don't know," I stutter. "It almost seemed obvious to me, like I knew it before and I just remembered it now. Let's see if they really are bound." I walk up to the nearest window and tug at the latch, then become engulfed by blue electricity. "Ack!" I scream in surprise. It doesn't hurt, but nobody would want that.
"Guess you were right," Bianca observes, having been attacked by the bolts as well. "There's no way out."
"We could try disappearing—"
"That," says a wicked, cruel voice from the corner, "would be called 'orbing,' dufus." From out of the shadows comes the little blonde boy that I had seen earlier that night with the women, and he doesn't seem too happy. "Apparently you two have much to learn about magic." He "orbed" next to me. "Mom's been looking for you for a long time. Chris, is it? Let me tell you one thing: stay out of my way and I'll try to stay out of yours."
"Okay," I say to him, backing up. He orbs next to me again.
"My name's Wyatt, and this, I presume, is Bianca. Your girlfriend?" he mocks me, grinning. I want to shoot a comeback at him, but something about him seems so evil and twisted—so threatening—that I restrain myself. "Having fun with the Book of Shadows? It runs in our family. It's part of my legacy...and yours. But that will all be explained to you in time, Chris..."
I gulp. Something tells me never to mess with him.
"I wish could consult to the Book whenever I pleased like you can, but..." He reaches over to the Book of Shadows and gets shocked. "I chose another path a while ago."
"What's that mean?" Bianca demands. "That you're evil or something? Oooo, I'm SO scared."
I wish I cold stop her, and now I know how she feels when I'm a little too outgoing for my own good.
"Very good, Bianca," he says slyly, "you catch on pretty quickly."
There's a knock at the door.
"Yes, mom?"
"Wyatt, I specifically told you not to go in there!" cries a voice. "Let me in this instant, young man! Honestly, you can be such a handful sometimes!"
"Sorry, mom," he grumbles, unlocking the door and granting his mother entry.
Piper comes in, arms crossed in impatience. "Wyatt, can you please leave me alone for just a moment? Go help your Aunt Phoebe in the kitchen, TRUST me, she'll need your help if we plan on eating anything but ashes to the house tonight." Once Wyatt leaves, she closes the door.
Bianca and I are huddled up together, shaking. Piper kneels down to our height.
"Don't be afraid," she says gently, "I'm not going to hurt you."
"That's what the wolf said before he decided to eat little red riding hood!" Bianca bursts.
"I guess I deserved that," says Piper wistfully. "But before you come to any conclusions, hear me out. There are a lot of unbelievable things that you guys might want to know."
"Believe me," Bianca scoffs, "there's already enough in our lives that's unbelievable."
Piper sighs and begins her story.
"What who said? Chris? Hello in there...?"
"I told you, Bianca," I snap, composing myself, "the dream woman. I could never hear anything she said up until now. Then when I opened the first page of this book thing, I just dreamed it again, only I was wide awake. But this time I HEARD what she said..."
"What was it?"
"Nothing," I lie, "nothing, I, um, don't remember." I look down at the book. "What do you think it says on here? The writing's too small to read in the dark." I squint at the page, but I can only make out a scary drawing of a monster. "That's a bit disturbing."
"Tell me about it," Bianca groans, "this whole catastrophe is confusing. Look, you can stay up here and dwell in the darkness and your silly delusions all you want, but I'm going to try and escape."
"Door's locked, windows bound by magical spells," I say automatically. She gawks at me.
"How would you know?"
"I—I don't know," I stutter. "It almost seemed obvious to me, like I knew it before and I just remembered it now. Let's see if they really are bound." I walk up to the nearest window and tug at the latch, then become engulfed by blue electricity. "Ack!" I scream in surprise. It doesn't hurt, but nobody would want that.
"Guess you were right," Bianca observes, having been attacked by the bolts as well. "There's no way out."
"We could try disappearing—"
"That," says a wicked, cruel voice from the corner, "would be called 'orbing,' dufus." From out of the shadows comes the little blonde boy that I had seen earlier that night with the women, and he doesn't seem too happy. "Apparently you two have much to learn about magic." He "orbed" next to me. "Mom's been looking for you for a long time. Chris, is it? Let me tell you one thing: stay out of my way and I'll try to stay out of yours."
"Okay," I say to him, backing up. He orbs next to me again.
"My name's Wyatt, and this, I presume, is Bianca. Your girlfriend?" he mocks me, grinning. I want to shoot a comeback at him, but something about him seems so evil and twisted—so threatening—that I restrain myself. "Having fun with the Book of Shadows? It runs in our family. It's part of my legacy...and yours. But that will all be explained to you in time, Chris..."
I gulp. Something tells me never to mess with him.
"I wish could consult to the Book whenever I pleased like you can, but..." He reaches over to the Book of Shadows and gets shocked. "I chose another path a while ago."
"What's that mean?" Bianca demands. "That you're evil or something? Oooo, I'm SO scared."
I wish I cold stop her, and now I know how she feels when I'm a little too outgoing for my own good.
"Very good, Bianca," he says slyly, "you catch on pretty quickly."
There's a knock at the door.
"Yes, mom?"
"Wyatt, I specifically told you not to go in there!" cries a voice. "Let me in this instant, young man! Honestly, you can be such a handful sometimes!"
"Sorry, mom," he grumbles, unlocking the door and granting his mother entry.
Piper comes in, arms crossed in impatience. "Wyatt, can you please leave me alone for just a moment? Go help your Aunt Phoebe in the kitchen, TRUST me, she'll need your help if we plan on eating anything but ashes to the house tonight." Once Wyatt leaves, she closes the door.
Bianca and I are huddled up together, shaking. Piper kneels down to our height.
"Don't be afraid," she says gently, "I'm not going to hurt you."
"That's what the wolf said before he decided to eat little red riding hood!" Bianca bursts.
"I guess I deserved that," says Piper wistfully. "But before you come to any conclusions, hear me out. There are a lot of unbelievable things that you guys might want to know."
"Believe me," Bianca scoffs, "there's already enough in our lives that's unbelievable."
Piper sighs and begins her story.