Wicked Casters

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Chapter 6: Accident

Eleanor's POV

I waited for Ginger, as usual, to come downstairs. It has been a week since Edward Cullen got on her bad side. He hasn't shown, let alone his family showing any sign of concern. Ginger even asked me about asking Rosalie Hale if she knew about Edwards's whereabouts. I told my coven sister to stop being a stalker and let the situation slide. There is no way I'm asking Rosalie Hale in Trig about her brother. Let alone the atmosphere she protruded.

Something about her and her siblings just sends shivers down my spine. I don't know why but there is a sense of danger coming off them. Even if they look attractive and distant, I get an image of a Venus flytrap.

Also, this week has been expected for our training. Zelena has been focused on our pyrokinesis since that is the most dangerous ability we have compared to the others. Ginger precisely needs help to maintain her ability after the ignition of the flame. On the other hand, I had been focused on the task of divination and telekinesis. Ironically, I can read runes, but I can't understand tarot cards. I sat at the table with Zelena, trying to read her future or Gingers. Yet I can't elaborate on the possible story in the cards.

My grandfather taught me the runes, as in four carved ivory totems in the shape of rhombus/diamonds. On one side were the ancient alphabets spelling out the word true. On the other side, the runes are blank, meaning false. For generations, these runes had been in my family, especially the material coming from actual elephant ivory. Don't get me wrong, but back in those days, it was legal. Now the law banned hunting any ivory or selling it. And I most definitely am not going to sell these family heirlooms.

Ginger finally came down and nodded. I handed her toast as we walked out of the cabin to find a police cruiser in the driveway. Zelena was talking to the police officer both in a casual conversation. The police officer was tall and of average build with a mustache, brown hair and eyes, and probably in his mid-forties. He looked up and nodded to us in greeting.

Zelena turned around with a smile, "Girls, I like you to meet Charlie Swan. He is the chief of police here in Forks and another friend of mine."

"Morning, girls," Charlie greeted.

"Morning, Chief," Ginger greeted back.

"Is there a problem, officer?" I asked with concern since he is in uniform.

"Nothing is wrong," Zelena assured.

"I help Zelena here to put new tires on the jeep," Charlie explained, kicking the tires on the Wagoneer. "Old ones were getting pretty bald. Including the ice building up."

"Thank you," I said.

Charlie nodded, "Also, I want to warn you of several animal attacks. A security guard at the Grisham Mill got killed by some kind of animal."

"An animal?" Ginger asked.

"You're not on the Atlantic coast anymore," Charlie replied.

Chief Swan told Zelena, Ginger, and I to keep us informed if the animal was near Fork. Since we live outside of Forks, let alone several miles away from the High School. Also, he added a deputy shall stroll around these parts every other day for security reasons. Zelena nodded, thanking Chief Swan before he left.

"Keep an open eye out, girls." She said, walking to her cruiser. "And do whatever is necessary to protect yourselves."

Ginger and I nodded before we got in the Wagoneer driving off for school.

.o0o.

Ginger's POV

The weather had gotten worse when Eleanor and I reached the school. Rain, rain, and more rain everywhere, especially dripping wet in the classroom. All-day things went well, including lunch, until the Cullen and Hale twins walked into the cafeteria. I wasn't paying attention until Eleanor tapped my shoulder to see someone.

Sitting in his chair with a bottle of soda was Edward. I sat in my seat, surprised that Edward was back, much calmer than he was a week ago. When the shock passed, I felt my blood boil from the issue of why I was angry at him, let alone his long absence.

Anyway, Eleanor and I looked into the feature that Eric and Angela created about us. We were impressed by the vocabulary and detail of this month's front-page news. I appreciated that Eric didn't include me being a foster kid, while Eleanor was relieved on stereotypical slang on the Salem Witch Trials to be limited. Simply, we're called the mysterious transfer students coming to FHS to spice things up. Then again, the front-page cover is both of us in our semi-Goth attire.

We thanked Angela and Eric for this, as they thanked us for something new for the FHS school newspaper. Jessica seemed less intrigued as she commented on the picture instead of the literary work. Although Mike and Tyler seemed intrigued by the paper as if it were the holy bible. I held my suspicions that the three boys at the table were infatuated with Eleanor and me. And let's not forget prom is just around the corner.

News broke out about prom, and everybody was excited. I've been to a prom before, and it was fun with the guy I went with. Of course, things are mellow here, and I'm debating ongoing. And I don't want to step on any girls' toes since Jessica is eyeing Mike, who seemed to have a crush on me. I better make a good excuse for not wanting to have the popular girl go for the jugular.

After lunch, the gang and I walked to our classes as Eric talked to Eleanor, "Prom Committee is a chick thing, but I gotta cover it for the paper anyway, and they need a guy to help choose the music, so I need your playlist."

"You truly don't want to hear my playlist," Eleanor said.

"At least some song choices," Eric suggested, then hesitantly said. "Hey, listen, I was wondering did you have a date too..."

"What's up, new girls, famous already?" Mike shouted, sprinkling his damp hat all over us. "How do you liking the rain, girls? Better get used to it."

I chuckled, shaking my head. Eleanor agreed before she and Jessica headed to their next class.

"Yeah, Mike, hey, you're real cute, man," Eric complained.

"Oh, I know…" Mike playfully jabbed.

I continued to chuckle until seeing Edward Cullen sitting out the desk watching me. I shuddered before taking a deep breath. I walked over and took my seat. It took a lot of effort not to stare at him as I got my notebook ready for today's lesson. Let alone take a peek at the microscope seeing the cells of a plant organism.

"Hello," Edward greeted awkwardly.

I stared at him as if he had grown a second head.

Is he finally speaking to me? I thought.

"I'm sorry, I didn't get a chance to introduce myself last week. I'm Edward Cullen. You're Georgia?"

"Ginger," I corrected. "I prefer Ginger."

"Onion root tip cells, that's what's on your slides right now." Mr. Molina said, walking around starting class. "Okay? So, separate and label them into phases of mitosis, and the first partners that get it right are gonna win the . . . The Golden Onion." As the teacher revealed a sprayed painted golden onion.

Students booed at such a poor prize, but I didn't care as I grabbed the microscope, taking a peek. "You've been gone for a week. Do you need to copy my notes?"

"That won't be necessary, but thank you," Edward said.

"Why the long-absences?" I asked, adjusting the lenses to see the phase.

"I was out of town for a couple of days. Personal reasons." He explained.

I nodded through my Sybil abilities to detect a hint of a mix of truth and lie. I handed him the microscope to look at as I told him, "Prophase."

"Do you mind if I look?" he asked.

I shook my head no as he went ahead. "It's prophase."

"Told ya," I said, writing the slide number and mitosis phase down in my notebook.

Edward's lips twerked upward, amused about something, "So are you enjoying the rain?"

I scoffed, "You're seriously asking me about the weather?"

"Yeah. . ." he said, confused. "I guess I am."

I rolled my eyes, "It's okay, though I hate that it's cold. Warm rain, sure, but I truly hate the cold weather. Let alone missing the sunshine."

Edward chuckled slightly as he changed the slide, looking at the mitosis phase. "It's anaphase."

"Let me see," I said, grabbing the microscope. On the slide, the chromosome of one cell was splitting. "Anaphase."

"Like I said," he countered.

"Better safe than sorry," I muttered, writing down the results.

He simply shook his head, amused as he wrote down neatly in his leather cover journal. "If you hate the cold so much, why'd you move to the wettest place in the continental US?"

I stared at him, somewhat infuriated by his question. "It's not like I had a choice."

"How so?" he asked yet again.

"Because I'm in the foster system," I hissed. "My mom dated the wrong guy, and he punched me. I was jumping between foster families from Florida up to Virginia until Ms. Bishop took me in. You should know what it's like in the system."

Edward looked between confusion, anger, and pity. He grabbed the microscope, changed the slides, and analyzed the onion sample. We didn't speak for some time as I took notes down. I never lose my temper so easily. But something about Edward brings my guard down. Especially his honey brown eyes, so warm and inviting.

Wait a minute, weren't his eyes black last week? Maybe he got some contacts? Probably that sounds logical compared to other theories.

"I'm sorry if I brought bad memories," he apologized, looking into the microscope. "It's metaphase. You want to check it?"

I nodded as I examined the slide where the chromosomes in the cell are a line center. Edward and I worked together on our assignment without any problems. Once done, we wrote the order down and gave the shared paper to Mr. Molina. The teacher double-checked our work and nodded, announcing to the class that Edward and I were the first to be done/ Since we had all of our slides correct. Therefore, we won the Golden Onion.

The bell rang, and Edward walked with me to my locker, where I needed to get a textbook for my next class quickly. He mainly talked about asking questions about me and wanting to get to know me. I told him where my previous stay was at the Miss Robichaux's Academy, minus the witch and magical part.

"Why didn't you ask the system to stay at the academy?" Edward asked.

"Well, Robichaux's Academy had a shortage of girls. The place needed four girls, and sadly I was the only one staying there." I answered. "

"And now you're unhappy." He stated.

"No," I said. "I'm kinda glad to be here."

"I'm sorry, I'm just . . ." Edward paused, trying to find the best words. "I'm just trying to figure you out. You're very difficult for me to read."

"Good, I prefer to be mysterious." I teased. He chuckled, shaking his head. His golden-brown eyes shimmered with amusement. That reminded me, "Did you get contacts?"

"No," he answered. My Sybil ability detected no lie in his answer.

"Oh, I was sure your eyes were black last week," I said. "Because now they look like a golden brown."

"Yeah, I know, it's the . . ." Edward hesitated, then answered. "It's the fluorescents."

Lie, the Sybil ability detected.

Before I could pursue the question to get the answer, Edward walked off without another word. I huffed at his stubbornness and then grabbed my things for the next period. I'm determined to unlock the mysteries of Edward Cullen.

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After school, Eleanor and I were walking back to the Wagoneer, ready for home. Although I had this strange feeling that something terrible was going to happen. Not sure what it is, but something is going to happen. Eleanor sensed it as well, saying we better get home.

"Nice onion," Eleanor complimented.

"Thanks," I replied. "Won it with Edward in Biology."

"Remember what Zelena said." She reminded me.

I sighed, opening the back seat and tossing my backpack in. "I know."

"You say it, but I don't believe you." She muttered, tossing her bag in.

Sometimes I wonder if Eleanor is too serious by the witch's code. Then again, she hasn't truly lived a normal life. Maybe I should plan some sort of shopping trip or go to Seattle to experience some freedom. Get away from anything magically related.

I looked over my shoulder to find Edward next to a silver Volvo across the parking lot. He watched me while his siblings tried to catch his attention.

"Ginger," Eleanor continued her tone seriously with aggression. "He's not one of us."

"I know," I sighed, shutting the backseat door.

The bad feeling started to worsen, causing the hairs on my neck to rise. Something was not right. Then it happens, the cause of the negative energy. I hear an odd sound. It was a high pitch screech right behind me. I turned around, startled to find a dark blue van skidding over the ice and damp concrete. Tires locked against the breaks as the driver tried to gain control, but the hydroplaning dominated the steering wheel.

It happened so fast that I could only imagine the sea of horrors as the students watched the mere second event. There was no time to dodge the bullet, let alone the shock consuming my leg to become lead. It was going to hit the center of the Wagoneer, and Eleanor and I were standing in the bullseye. Eleanor tried to use her powers to deflect the van as her hands rose up.

Suddenly a white blur zoomed in front of me. It swoops its arms around the smalls of my back, knocking me down, and the shield comes over. My head banged against the side of the car and fell hard on my butt, almost slipping. I gasped when the van impacted from the other hand, causing it to turn to make the rear end strike the tail of the Wagoneer and then bounce back. The white hand blocked the impact. Almost two feet from my face or so, leaving a significant dent on the side of the van's body.

What the hell? I thought.

I look up, wondering if Eleanor used her power to deflect the van. However, it wasn't Eleanor but Edward who had me in a protective embrace. Screaming began along with shouting. I stared at Edward in utter shock.

"Georgia, are you all right?" Edwards asked softly.

"Uh. . ." I managed to say.

"I think you hit your head pretty hard," he warned.

I could feel the ache erecting from the back of my head. I touched the abused area and winced. Edward smirked, suppressing his laughter. I glared at him. "How the fuck did you get here?"

"I was standing right next to you, Georgia." He answered, his voice very determined. .

I shoved him, trying to sit up. Edward didn't let go saying to be easy, till his body tensed. As I watched his golden eyes darken, melting away to black. He looked over me, nose scrunching up, then released me as he jumped up and over the two ends of the collided vehicles. I manage to stand up, confused as I look in the direction he saw

Lying on the ground several feet away from the collision, Eleanor scrunched up into a ball per se. I stumbled over to her warily. I knelt down, gently rolling her to her side to find blood. Eleanor whimpered, eyes closed to find the right side of her face covered in blood, her mouth bleeding, while she gripped her left shoulder with a bloody hand. I stared in shock, never seeing so much blood.

"Ella, Ella, oh god," I said, trying to stop the bleeding. However, she screamed in agony from the simple touch.

Students were gathering around us. Some shouted for 911, friends surrounding us. I tried to shove them off me, but Mike grabbed me by the waist, pulling me away from Eleanor. I cried as Angela, and a teacher came over to Eleanor. As the teacher manipulated her body to be straight.

"Somebody call 911!" the teacher ordered.

"I already called," a boy replied. "They're gonna send somebody over soon."

Mike helped me up as I looked at the driver to find it was Tyler. He appeared shocked and scared. The right side of his face was bleeding, "Ginger, I'm so sorry. I panicked."

I was overwhelmed, not sure what was happening. Edward stopped the van at unexplainable speed and strength. Eleanor is severely injured, bleeding on the ground. Students are everywhere asking if I'm alright. I just couldn't breathe. I couldn't comprehend what the hell had just happened.

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