Chapter 6- To Rebel Against The Present
"Okay, I'm ready," Alison said. She was standing outside the house, with the rest of the Resistance behind her. They were there in case what she was trying to do failed. The demons outside the force shield were ready to attack, although they were scared of what Alison could do.
She reached out with her mind, and merged with the shield. She explored its every nuance, talking to it, and learning everything that had happened to it since she had put it in place.
Then she put her energy into it, expanding it, so that it pushed the demonic guards backwards as it grew. She expanded it until the iridescent blue shield protected an area at least five times the size of the house.
Her energy expended, she collapsed to the ground. Out cold. The shield wavered, but held.
* * * Trask, the leader of the patrol team, quickly contacted Wyatt. "Lord Wyatt? The shield is expanding. What should we do?"
The answer was terse and angry, "Just continue patrolling. I'll be right there to inspect. Report any other anomalies to me immediately."
Traz swallowed. 'Here? He's coming here?' He took a deep breath. "Yes m'Lord."
* * *
Wyatt slammed the comlink down angrily. 'How can she do this to me?' he thought, 'She should be dead! This is a disaster, an unmitigated disaster!' He killed done of the demons standing guard with a fireball, watching in satisfaction as he screamed and died. The other fidgeted uncomfortably, but said nothing. Occurrences like that were common when one worked for Wyatt.
* * *
They lay Alison down on one of the beds that Stephen had conjured, then Maka went outside to keep watch. Alex knelt down beside Alison, worried. Her face was white, and her breathing was shallow. He knew that if something happened to her, the shield would disappear and they would be left defenseless. But more than that, he cared for her.
He brushed a strand of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. "Come back to me," he whispered.
* * * As Wyatt was about to shimmer to the Manor, he felt Alison gathering power, preparing to expand the shield. He smiled. 'This is my chance!' He sent his mind along the channel that bound each to the other, and as she opened herself to the magic and pushed the shield outward, he grabbed her mind and fled, leaving her body an empty shell, alive, but comatose.
He came back into his own body, and slammed her into the jar he had prepared. She was a rainbow mist, vaguely shaped like her face. HE laughed triumphantly. "At last, you are mine!" The mist condensed into a tiny girl, and she pounded uselessly on the glass, her voice to high to be understood.
He laughed at her feeble efforts, "That's a magic jar! You can't escape until I free you! Put down the shield and I will let you live!"
"Never!" she replied telepathically, I'll never betray my friends!"
He only laughed at her defiance, then ordered a demon to watch her as he orbed over to the Manor.
* * * "Alison! Alison!" Far away, she could hear Alex calling her name, but couldn't reach him. She tried to talk to him telepathically, but the magic jar prevented her. She flung her magic at the jar, but couldn't even make the magic waver.
"She's not coming to, I think she's in a coma," Alex told the others. Wyatt must have done something to her.
I'll check the Book," Chris suggested, orbing upstairs. Then he heard a voice echoing in his mind. "Help me, I'm trapped! Help..." The voice trailed off, but he had no dowght in his mind that it was Alison.
Her ran to the Book and flipped through it frantically, looking for some sort of trap Wyatt could have set.
Downstairs, Maka came running in, looking terrified. "Wyatt's here! He's here!" The others quickly assembled outside, following the procedure they had agreed on, even though Alison was unconscious.
"I have trapped your leader!" Wyatt called out to them, "You are defenseless against me! Give up now, and I will let you live!"
"You will never defeat us," Maka called out, "you will never win!"
"Soon your leader will die, and you will be defenseless! Surrender now or face my wrath!"
Maka wavered. Was what he was saying true? Would they be left defenseless against him?
Chris came to the doorway. "Don't listen to him," he called out, "He's only trying to trick you!" She nodded and ran back inside.
Wyatt stared as he saw his younger brother walk outside. What is he doing here? He's supposed to be in the past!
"He's trapped her soul in a magical jar," Chris explained. All w e have to do is free it."
"Great, we just break into his invincible fortress, find a magically shielded room, and take out a jar that's probably guarded, all without anyone noticing?" she snorted. "Great plan. Look, we tried, we even came pretty close to defeating him. But we've lost now, so give it up.
"Maka!" Chris exclaimed, surprised, "how can you talk like that? The fate of the entire world depends on us defeating him. Don't give up on me now! We can do this!"
Maka took a deep breath. 'Okay, does it say how to get her back? I don't know what Wyatt said about her dying if she's separated from her body for too long ,but we need her back as soon as possible."
What he said was true. If we don't get her back within twenty- four hours, she'll die. And we'll be left defenseless. The only way to get her back is to break the jar."
"How do we do that?"
"Well, we could have someone write a spell, then we could all read it aloud. That much power should be enough to break the protection magic around it. Who's the best spell- writer"
"Well that would probably be Melissa. I'll go get her now."
* * * "Chris! Help me! I'm trapped," Alison called out, hoping she could reach him telepathically. She thought he heard her, but couldn't be sure.
"Be quite," the guard yelled at her, you're not allowed to talk." Alison smile, and talked to him in his mind.
"So you can hear me when I talk with my mind? How cute. I bet that's why Wyatt chose you to guard me."
"I am one of the only demons that can hear telepathy," he announced proudly.
"It's a pretty sucky power though, you couldn't hurt anyone with it. It's just magical eavesdropping. How pathetic." Alison smile, taunting him.
"I have an active power," the demon protested, "I can throw fireballs."
"I bet they're weak fireballs, you could never hurt me with them! You're just apathetic excuse for a demon. You couldn't win a battle against a mortal!"
Stunned by this insult, the angry demon threw a fireball directly at Alison's jar, shattering it. She screamed as a shard imbedded itself in her stomach. Her soul could be hurt when it was out of her body, and she had failed to take that into effect. She hid behind the desk, holding her stomach and trying not to scream. She was dying, and she knew it.
Reviews: WinterBlaze, JadaReen, Meow14, and Samara Morgan Ring: Thank you! ( I will get the next chapter in as soon as I can. Unfortunately, I was sick and now have lots of school work to catch up with, thus less free time. ( But that will hopefully be finished soon.
"Okay, I'm ready," Alison said. She was standing outside the house, with the rest of the Resistance behind her. They were there in case what she was trying to do failed. The demons outside the force shield were ready to attack, although they were scared of what Alison could do.
She reached out with her mind, and merged with the shield. She explored its every nuance, talking to it, and learning everything that had happened to it since she had put it in place.
Then she put her energy into it, expanding it, so that it pushed the demonic guards backwards as it grew. She expanded it until the iridescent blue shield protected an area at least five times the size of the house.
Her energy expended, she collapsed to the ground. Out cold. The shield wavered, but held.
* * * Trask, the leader of the patrol team, quickly contacted Wyatt. "Lord Wyatt? The shield is expanding. What should we do?"
The answer was terse and angry, "Just continue patrolling. I'll be right there to inspect. Report any other anomalies to me immediately."
Traz swallowed. 'Here? He's coming here?' He took a deep breath. "Yes m'Lord."
* * *
Wyatt slammed the comlink down angrily. 'How can she do this to me?' he thought, 'She should be dead! This is a disaster, an unmitigated disaster!' He killed done of the demons standing guard with a fireball, watching in satisfaction as he screamed and died. The other fidgeted uncomfortably, but said nothing. Occurrences like that were common when one worked for Wyatt.
* * *
They lay Alison down on one of the beds that Stephen had conjured, then Maka went outside to keep watch. Alex knelt down beside Alison, worried. Her face was white, and her breathing was shallow. He knew that if something happened to her, the shield would disappear and they would be left defenseless. But more than that, he cared for her.
He brushed a strand of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. "Come back to me," he whispered.
* * * As Wyatt was about to shimmer to the Manor, he felt Alison gathering power, preparing to expand the shield. He smiled. 'This is my chance!' He sent his mind along the channel that bound each to the other, and as she opened herself to the magic and pushed the shield outward, he grabbed her mind and fled, leaving her body an empty shell, alive, but comatose.
He came back into his own body, and slammed her into the jar he had prepared. She was a rainbow mist, vaguely shaped like her face. HE laughed triumphantly. "At last, you are mine!" The mist condensed into a tiny girl, and she pounded uselessly on the glass, her voice to high to be understood.
He laughed at her feeble efforts, "That's a magic jar! You can't escape until I free you! Put down the shield and I will let you live!"
"Never!" she replied telepathically, I'll never betray my friends!"
He only laughed at her defiance, then ordered a demon to watch her as he orbed over to the Manor.
* * * "Alison! Alison!" Far away, she could hear Alex calling her name, but couldn't reach him. She tried to talk to him telepathically, but the magic jar prevented her. She flung her magic at the jar, but couldn't even make the magic waver.
"She's not coming to, I think she's in a coma," Alex told the others. Wyatt must have done something to her.
I'll check the Book," Chris suggested, orbing upstairs. Then he heard a voice echoing in his mind. "Help me, I'm trapped! Help..." The voice trailed off, but he had no dowght in his mind that it was Alison.
Her ran to the Book and flipped through it frantically, looking for some sort of trap Wyatt could have set.
Downstairs, Maka came running in, looking terrified. "Wyatt's here! He's here!" The others quickly assembled outside, following the procedure they had agreed on, even though Alison was unconscious.
"I have trapped your leader!" Wyatt called out to them, "You are defenseless against me! Give up now, and I will let you live!"
"You will never defeat us," Maka called out, "you will never win!"
"Soon your leader will die, and you will be defenseless! Surrender now or face my wrath!"
Maka wavered. Was what he was saying true? Would they be left defenseless against him?
Chris came to the doorway. "Don't listen to him," he called out, "He's only trying to trick you!" She nodded and ran back inside.
Wyatt stared as he saw his younger brother walk outside. What is he doing here? He's supposed to be in the past!
"He's trapped her soul in a magical jar," Chris explained. All w e have to do is free it."
"Great, we just break into his invincible fortress, find a magically shielded room, and take out a jar that's probably guarded, all without anyone noticing?" she snorted. "Great plan. Look, we tried, we even came pretty close to defeating him. But we've lost now, so give it up.
"Maka!" Chris exclaimed, surprised, "how can you talk like that? The fate of the entire world depends on us defeating him. Don't give up on me now! We can do this!"
Maka took a deep breath. 'Okay, does it say how to get her back? I don't know what Wyatt said about her dying if she's separated from her body for too long ,but we need her back as soon as possible."
What he said was true. If we don't get her back within twenty- four hours, she'll die. And we'll be left defenseless. The only way to get her back is to break the jar."
"How do we do that?"
"Well, we could have someone write a spell, then we could all read it aloud. That much power should be enough to break the protection magic around it. Who's the best spell- writer"
"Well that would probably be Melissa. I'll go get her now."
* * * "Chris! Help me! I'm trapped," Alison called out, hoping she could reach him telepathically. She thought he heard her, but couldn't be sure.
"Be quite," the guard yelled at her, you're not allowed to talk." Alison smile, and talked to him in his mind.
"So you can hear me when I talk with my mind? How cute. I bet that's why Wyatt chose you to guard me."
"I am one of the only demons that can hear telepathy," he announced proudly.
"It's a pretty sucky power though, you couldn't hurt anyone with it. It's just magical eavesdropping. How pathetic." Alison smile, taunting him.
"I have an active power," the demon protested, "I can throw fireballs."
"I bet they're weak fireballs, you could never hurt me with them! You're just apathetic excuse for a demon. You couldn't win a battle against a mortal!"
Stunned by this insult, the angry demon threw a fireball directly at Alison's jar, shattering it. She screamed as a shard imbedded itself in her stomach. Her soul could be hurt when it was out of her body, and she had failed to take that into effect. She hid behind the desk, holding her stomach and trying not to scream. She was dying, and she knew it.
Reviews: WinterBlaze, JadaReen, Meow14, and Samara Morgan Ring: Thank you! ( I will get the next chapter in as soon as I can. Unfortunately, I was sick and now have lots of school work to catch up with, thus less free time. ( But that will hopefully be finished soon.