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Chapter 7

New wave

Two days past since Bonnie and Ron defeated their first foe. News about the football field incident spread like a wildfire through the school. Seymour came clear next morning before Barkin and the Principal, taking the blame, and getting suspended from school for two weeks. Other students caught a wind of that conversation and shared that info. It quickly became a joke, since most of students now had an image in their heads of the buff jock guys running away cowardly from a raccoon. Daemon's parents didn't take it lightly. His mother was blaming the school for getting him into a dangerous, while his father, convince by his son, decided to transfer him to another school.

"What the hell man?" Carl confronted his soon-to-leave friend. "Why are you transferring?"

"Seriously? You asking me why?" Daemon scoffed, tossing stuff from his locked into the cardboard box. "I thought you of all people should understand it."

"Well i don't! Come on! What is the reason?"

"The reason is that in one damn day i became a laughing stock of this place!" he answered with aggravation. "First Kim flipped me over, messing the reputation i built here, and after that a little twerp named Seymour totally obliterated it!"

"Is that it?" Carl stood flabbergasted. "Come on you can't be serious…"

"Hell yeah i'm serious!" Daemon slammed locker door. "They made a fool out of me, and everybody knows it!"

"Come in, it will die out in a week or so, there is no need to leaving this school."

"Dad is agree with me, Mom is freaking out, saying that she is going to sue this place for putting me in harm's way. It is decided."

"Dang, fine." Carl gave up. "Listen, before you go, join me for a bit. I'm going to say sorry to that Ron guy for the shit we put him through, since it was Seymour and ourselves to blame."

"Really? You want me to apologize?" Daemons scoffed. "Yeah right. Like that will happen."

"Why not? We are on the wrong side here."

"Said who? Even now he is way below my position for me to even think about apologizing. He is loser, nothing, zero! I'm leaving Middleton High, and i still higher on a Food Chain than he'll ever be." Daemon stood high, holding a box of his school stuff and went towards an exit. "See ya in a future block party, bring Jason along."

Carl just stood there, flabbergasted by this display of arrogance. He knew that a lot of students from the popular crowd are too high on their horse, especially ones from a prep clique. Sadly Daemon's demeanor wasn't as big of surprise. Carl called him a friend for enough time to see this coming, however, deep inside, he wanted to believe that Daemon was actually better inside that he showed.

'Shit, no time for that!' Carl rustled his red shaggy hair. 'Need to find the guy before he'll go home.'

Walking fast down the hallway, he was looking around, trying to find a blond guy in a red jersey. However first person his focused stopped during his search was a brown haired girl named Bonnie Rockwaller. He knew that the guy usually hangs around her, or she hangs around him, nobody in school is sure about what is happening between those two. Stepping a bit to the side he walked past her, superstition is a powerful thing. Just as he thought, he found Ron nearby, near his locker, ready to leave. It was the one and only chance for today.

"Hey man!" Carl approached him with a wide smile. "Have a minute? I need to talk to you about something."

"Listen." Ron put hands in front of him defensively. "I swear i wasn't in any sort of cahoots with Seymour. I have nothing to do with…"

"Yeah, yeah i know that." Carl interrupted him mid-sentence. "Just wanna talk, it will take a minute, two at best. I promise you, no physical contact with any walls or lockers."

"That makes me feel much better." Ron rolled his eyes.

"What? Too soon?" red hair boy rustled his head awkwardly. "Anyway, i really just want to talk. Just follow me, please."

"I guess you won't take no for an answer?"

"Nope"

"There goes my only hope." Ron sighed. "Fine, lead the way."

"Great!"

Ron followed strongly enthusiastic jock into the computer lab. It was empty, so it didn't look like an ambush of some sort, on other hand there wasn't any need in numbers to deal with a scrawny guy like him. Whatever was going to happen, Ron was going to try to talk his way out, and if he couldn't, well, there was an open window in the lab, and it was first floor. On a second thought trying to outrun jocks is a pretty bad idea.

"I am sorry!" Carl was folding his hands. "For all shit me, Jason and Daemon had done to you, i am really, really sorry!"

"Okay…?" Ron wasn't expecting that. "Thanks for that. Not that i was particularly mad at you guys anyway."

"So, we're cool?"

"If you say so, then yeah, we're cool."

"Good!" Carl breathed in relief. "I honestly thought it wouldn't be that easy, considering all."

"Truth be told, i have nothing against you. I mean, you helped other two to throw me in a locker, but other than that you did nothing. So, apologies accepted."

"Yeah, not my proudest hour. Probably should stand my ground back then."

"Hey, all's well that ends well." Ron shrugged nonchalantly.

"You're pretty cool guy ya know." Carl said. "You know, there is new spot available on a team and we lack of extra players now, wanna go to the try-out? I can put in a word for ya."

"No thanks, sports is not my forte."

"Ok, anyway, if you need something, just ask, i owe you for this."

"You don't owe…"

"Seriously man, i owe you one, and that's final."

"OK, thanks." Ron half-smiled.

Door to the computer lab opened suddenly, startling both boys a bit. Another red head entered the room, closing door behind her.

"Hey Ron." Kim said, smiling. "I need to talk to Carl, can you leave us alone?"

"Uhm yeah sure." Ron went towards the doorway.

"Thanks, see ya." She waved to him, as he closed the door from the other side, and turned towards Carl. "You are great!"

"Wait what?" Carl was confused. "Are you talking about me?"

"Yes!" she jumped on a spot lightly. "I saw you leading Ron here, and thought you were stirring some new trouble so i followed, and ended up listening your conversation."

"So you eavesdropped."

"Well yeah." she admitted easily. "Anyway. You did a really good thing."

"You mean an apology?" Carl asked her.

"Well yeah!" Kim had a brightest smile on her. "You have no idea how important that was!"

"It was? All i did is said sorry to the guy i wronged, that's it."

"And this is exactly why i need you for something i just come up with."

"Ehm, and what is it exactly?"

"With Daemon gone, jocks will need a new leader..."

"Wait, you want me to lead jock clique?"

"No."

"Ow…"

"Not now i mean." Kim quickly corrected herself. "Next leader will be Brick Flagg, he had a reputation. However he is a graduate, which means he will be gone next year, along with half of the team. I need you to be a better influence for the guys who stays, especially reserve bench guys. We can't have another Daemon to appear."

"Possible, you are one evil genius."

"I prefer strategist." she smirked. "I need to bring Tara to this gig. This school is way to gossipy, so i need people i can trust. So, are you in?"

"Yes, my fearless leader!" Carl saluted mockingly.

"Great, keep things low. See you tomorrow, tiger." She punched his shoulder playfully and walked to the hallway.

"And suddenly things got more interesting around here." Carl walked away too, feeling much better now.

Kim walked away to the gym for the cheerleader practice. On her way there she couldn't stop thinking about a new plan she cooked up. Ever since Ron called her ambitions stupid a shadow of the doubt appeared inside her head. She has power in this school, an influence, and she was going to waste it on something vain like becoming a perfect queen and king pair at the prom. While climbing to the top of the Food chain she immersed herself in that surrounding, accepting it as it is. But not anymore. When she overheard Carl's apology a new way lit up for her. Who knew this boy, who rarely did anything for himself and preferred to just tag along with popular crowd like Daemon, could man up and deliver a sincere apology to someone much lower on the Food Chain? Carl was a perfect example how this school could be. Getting and maintaining the highest position for Kim wasn't a goal anymore. She can use it to change the system from inside. It won't happen in a day, month, or even a year, but the foundation for that must be built. It will be hard, however, anything is possible for a Possible.

Parts of wooden mask were placed carefully at the piece of cloth. No even a drop of magic was left in there since it broke. Ryan brought magnifying glass towards it. A series of sigils were carved on the back of the item and it looks like it broke right in the middle of the biggest one. There was another damaged sigil on it as well, but it seemed like this happened way before the dreadful meeting with aluminum bat. Ryan concluded that the mask probably didn't work properly when it was worn by the boy. Other than that, sadly, he could tell anything about it. Mask a really common in witchcraft throughout its history, and he never saw sigils like that anywhere.

"Mr. Rockwaller." voice of stern elderly woman came from a speakerphone. "There is a person in the lobby wishing to see you. Miss…"

"Betty Director." younger muffled voice could be heard.

"Miss Director." elderly woman finished her sentence.

"Let her in Beatrice." Ryan answered, wrapping pieces of the mask in a cloth.

Soon a woman in her thirties, with an eye-patch on the right side of her face, entered the room.

"I must say, this library looks really different during the daytime." Betty sat at the nearest chair, crossing her legs. "Hello Librarian, long time no see."

"Nice to meet you again as well Miss Director."

"Proper as usual." she rolled her eye. "Anyway, let's get on business."

"Of course." Ryan corrected his gasses. "There is a boy who witnessed something he should not. However attempts to alter his memories were fruitless. He seemed to be immune to the potion we brew."

"Interesting. But we both know that it isn't the only way you can rip a man off the memories." she was a bit intrigued by the situation he described. "I remember last time, when you wiped out a good four years from that cultist's mind."

"That was a necessity an you know it. That man had dangerous knowledge." Ryan answered her. "The boy however did nothing wrong, he just had a bad luck to see what he should not. Considering that i can't control THAT spell really good, i don't want to be responsible for wiping a year or two from his mind."

In any other situation Ryan Rockwaller wouldn't hesitate a minute to wipe his mind. However, the moment he heard from Ron about the recent death of his parents he realized he couldn't do it. Making a boy to relive the darkest moment of his life again, with no recollection of the past. Ryan knows first-hand what it means to lose somebody, to lose a family.

"Anyway, my daughter is currently looking after him, as he helps her with some work of ours…"

"Wait a second." Betty interrupted him. "He helps her with YOUR type of work?"

"Yes."

"You let an untrained boy to go fight monsters?"

"I didn't send him as a fighter. More like a safety measure." he said nonchalantly. "I know that due to some recent events in his life there is high possibility that he won't let my daughter in a harm way in the extreme situation."

"You don't want to mess with his memory too much, but use his as a meat shield. Can't decide are you an angel or a devil."

"I'm just a human." he gave a half-smile.

"So, what do you want from me?" she got back to business.

"You have connections all over this country and beyond." Ryan pulled out a paper folder and reached it to her. "I want you to locate this."

Betty took folder from his hands and opened it. There were several papers inside, each one looked like a scans of some old book with images, descriptions and history of several rare items.

"Powerful stuff." she put papers back to the folder. "Let me guess: current location is unknown for all?"

"Yes. However i believe in your abilities Miss Director."

"I am flattered." she said with a slight tone of sarcasm.

"Anyway. All expenses will be covered by me. And as a reward…" he scribed some numbers on a piece of paper and slide in on the table. "I think this should suffice."

"I'll be a judge of that." Betty said coyly and read numbers on paper, barely containing her pleasant surprise. "Hm…this is very generous of you."

Betty reached under her leather jacket and pulled out a small old book that she recovered recently from that wooden cabin.

"Almost forgot, got this thing recently. Some stupid kids used it to summon a demon."

"Ah, i see." Ryan opened a book and flipped through a book. "It has inherit magic inside. I will be sure to dispose of it properly. After i read it of course."

"Just don't do it out loud."

With a smirk, Betty left the room, leaving Ryan alone with a holder of dangerous knowledge in hands. He looked at the each page thoroughly, absorbing the knowledge, making notes. Some things he knew from other sources, others were new to him. The longer he researched it, the bigger pile of notes become. As Ryan read it inn fourth time his focus was shifted by a sound of cellphone ringtone, coming from his jacket's pocket.

"Hey sweetie." he answered the call almost instantly.

"Dad, look at the time." Bonnie's voice came from the phone.

Ryan took a quick glance at his wristwatch.

"Seven twenty-eight…ow, sorry Bon-Bon, i got caught up with something..."

"You got a new book, right?" Bonnie asked with no surprise in his voice.

"How do you…"

"Dad, there are two reason for you to miss dinner without notifying me, emergency or a new magic-wagic book."

"You know me too well." he let out a chuckle. "I'm leaving home now, don't worry. What's for dinner?"

"I made some mac & cheese with sausages and a potato salad."

"Sounds great, i'll be home soon."

"Be careful."

"Always, sweetie."

Before leaving his office, Ryan put all his notes in one folder, hiding them in the lower drawer of his desk, and took the book from the table.

"Red flame, burn it to ashes."

Book got engulfed in fire and burned down instantly, leaving a small pile of ashes on the floor. After cleaning up this little mess, Ryan went down to his car and drove home. No matter what, there is one thing above all other for him, a top priority. Safety of his daughter. No matter what he will have to do, he will do it to protect her.