Michael headed down the hallway towards the voices that he had
heard. He wasn't sure what he could do to help any trapped muggles,
especially in the light of whatever was going on between the walls of the hospital but he would certainly do whatever he could. At least they probably wouldn't freak out when they saw him with all of the strange things that tended to happen in that hospital.
Just then Michael heard a shout. He started running down the corridor, reaching out and waving his hand, causing the door to fly open as he entered. A fixed, angry expression settled on his face when he caught sight of the teenage boy looming over two figures, the man struggling to free the woman from the boy's grasp.
Michael stalked across the room and grabbed Paul's shirt collar,
spinning him around and causing him to let go of Lona. Elmer caught her before she could hit the floor and gathered her into his arms. He looked over at the door but he didn't see any way he could reach it safely.
"Who are..." Paul started to say with a snarl only to have his words silenced as a fist slammed into his face, sending him reeling across the room.
"You know, that was slightly more satisfying that handing out detentions." Michael said with a chuckle as he hurried over to where Elmer was kneeling on the floor, Lona in his arms.
"You're all dead!" Paul yelled as he steadied himself, a ball of energy shooting out of his hand and towards the three. Elmer's eyes widdened and he leaned over Lona, covering as much of her with his body as he could. It was likely a futile gesture, he knew, but....
"Young man, I have taught teenagers for over a hundred years now,"
Michael said as he moved in front of Lona and Elmer, waving his hand and creating a shield just before the blast could touch them. He staggered slightly from the impact but forced himself to stand firm. This boy was powerful, almost unnaturally powerful. But he didn't need to know that.
"Nothing you can do would come as the least surprise. I've seen it all and countered it all!"
He let the shield drop, hoping that the muggles would have the sense to stay where they were as he advanced towards Paul, firing his own blast of energy, not a narrow beam like Paul's but wider.
Paul fell back once more with the impact of the blast. He didn't pull himself back up as quickly this time, taking the opportunity to survey his opponent. The blast had been weaker than the ones he had generated but unlike his, Michael's had found it's target. He was sure he could take the old man down but... He started to fade out through the wall. Why bother.
They would be dead soon anyway and he had finished off the woman.
"That one could certainly use some discipline." Michael forced himself to chuckle as he moved back to Lona and Elmer, kneeling down beside them. That boy might have ran but if he returned.... There was something about the power that he had displayed, something unnatural. "Son, what happened?"
Elmer looked up at Michael, despair in his eyes. He dimly noticed that he could almost see through the man but at the moment he didn't care.
He pressed his fingers against Lona's neck once more, desperately hoping that he wouldn't find confirmed what he already knew. "She... She's dead." He whispered. "He killed her."
especially in the light of whatever was going on between the walls of the hospital but he would certainly do whatever he could. At least they probably wouldn't freak out when they saw him with all of the strange things that tended to happen in that hospital.
Just then Michael heard a shout. He started running down the corridor, reaching out and waving his hand, causing the door to fly open as he entered. A fixed, angry expression settled on his face when he caught sight of the teenage boy looming over two figures, the man struggling to free the woman from the boy's grasp.
Michael stalked across the room and grabbed Paul's shirt collar,
spinning him around and causing him to let go of Lona. Elmer caught her before she could hit the floor and gathered her into his arms. He looked over at the door but he didn't see any way he could reach it safely.
"Who are..." Paul started to say with a snarl only to have his words silenced as a fist slammed into his face, sending him reeling across the room.
"You know, that was slightly more satisfying that handing out detentions." Michael said with a chuckle as he hurried over to where Elmer was kneeling on the floor, Lona in his arms.
"You're all dead!" Paul yelled as he steadied himself, a ball of energy shooting out of his hand and towards the three. Elmer's eyes widdened and he leaned over Lona, covering as much of her with his body as he could. It was likely a futile gesture, he knew, but....
"Young man, I have taught teenagers for over a hundred years now,"
Michael said as he moved in front of Lona and Elmer, waving his hand and creating a shield just before the blast could touch them. He staggered slightly from the impact but forced himself to stand firm. This boy was powerful, almost unnaturally powerful. But he didn't need to know that.
"Nothing you can do would come as the least surprise. I've seen it all and countered it all!"
He let the shield drop, hoping that the muggles would have the sense to stay where they were as he advanced towards Paul, firing his own blast of energy, not a narrow beam like Paul's but wider.
Paul fell back once more with the impact of the blast. He didn't pull himself back up as quickly this time, taking the opportunity to survey his opponent. The blast had been weaker than the ones he had generated but unlike his, Michael's had found it's target. He was sure he could take the old man down but... He started to fade out through the wall. Why bother.
They would be dead soon anyway and he had finished off the woman.
"That one could certainly use some discipline." Michael forced himself to chuckle as he moved back to Lona and Elmer, kneeling down beside them. That boy might have ran but if he returned.... There was something about the power that he had displayed, something unnatural. "Son, what happened?"
Elmer looked up at Michael, despair in his eyes. He dimly noticed that he could almost see through the man but at the moment he didn't care.
He pressed his fingers against Lona's neck once more, desperately hoping that he wouldn't find confirmed what he already knew. "She... She's dead." He whispered. "He killed her."