Tiny hint of gore and blood and a bit more magic
Thanks for the reviews, postin this chapter as a celebration, I finally passed my driving test XD
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Chapter 2
The rain lashes at the windows of the flat making the television inaudible, Howard turns it to max volume, they can hear it perfectly now. The DVD whirls round softly in the player as the flatmates watch a horror film about a highly contagious flesh eating virus, with each scream from the actors, with each limb torn from its socket, each head decapitated and each mouth munching on virus ridden flesh, Vince squirms, jumps and even yelps finally demanding for the film to be switched off.
"You suggested it." Naboo retorts as he takes the popcorn from Bollo who sighs opposingly, they carry on watching it, oblivious to the gory details on screen of an innocent victim being dragged down a long corridor by a gang of hungry disgusting and frightening looking creatures that were once human, more screams, blood and guts, bones crunching, being snapped in two and tossed aside like discarded chicken bones.
"I said turn it off!" He orders, his voice booms round the flat, reaches the television and switches it off, he sighs with relief ignoring the fact his friends are looking at one another with a look of total shock and fear on their faces "I don't wanna watch anything like that."
"But half an hour ago you were insisting we watched something dark and frightening!" Howard protests leaning forward a little to face Vince who is sat at the other end of the sofa.
"Changed my mind." He mutters getting up to leave for his bedroom, the three friends shrug and turn the DVD back on. Before Vince reaches his bedroom, he clicks his fingers turning it off again causing his friends to erupt into annoyed mutterings about how 'rubbish the DVD player is'.
Once inside the safety of his room he slams his door and presses an ear to the wood, he shuts his eyes and focuses on the sounds in the next room, he mentally turns a dial in his head making the volume increase.
"Maybe we were wrong." He hears Howard's voice perfectly on the other side of his door "Maybe he hasn't got over it."
"You think he's faking it?" Naboo asks back sounding slightly distant as though he was in a world of his own.
"Yeah. This morning he seemed fine. Something weird is going on with him."
"Yeah, did you see his face? Those grazes are all gone, his skin is perfect."
"I thought you cleared them up?"
"I didn't do anything." Vince opens his eyes and steps away from his door, he moves towards the bed but stops when he can still hear the conversation perfectly in his head.
"Do you think anything happened to him when he was sleeping?"
"Maybe. I don't know, we should ask him really." He hears the sofa creak and footsteps approach; quickly he swings round and points a finger at his door. Nothing happens, not a sound, the door doesn't even move. He stands completely still and holds his breath. There comes a knock at the door, then his name is called then the door handle shakes. The door is locked, Howard can't get in.
"Vince? Come on let me in." He hears his friend call, he exhales slowly and stands in silence just listening. His friend retreats back to the sofa and confronts Naboo "I think he's pushed his bed up against the door again." He complains, Vince can't help but smile.
"Bollo, go get his door open." The Tiny Shaman orders, Vince bites his lip and takes a couple of steps back until he hits his bedroom wall, he knows Bollo is strong and isn't entirely sure a door with a magic lock would hold against him.
Several thuds shake his door violently from Bollo but it doesn't budge, Vince listens carefully, thinking, biting his lip and starring down at his hands which are pressed out towards the door, holding it shut with an invisible force.
"Let me try." Naboo sighs, a muttered spell from the Shaman unlocks the door making it swing, Vince retaliates, utters a spell even quicker and the door slams shut once again. The spell had come from no where, the words rolled off his tongue without any control, his teeth dig into his lip harder almost puncturing the skin "That's strange." Naboo starts "A magical force is keeping the door shut."
"But Vince doesn't know any magic." Howard retorts followed by silence, an awkward silence. Vince's arms start to shake from being held up too long, he wants to drop them to his sides and let the blood flow to his fingers properly but something is stopping him, something inside holds his arms out and controls his mouth uttering spells that make the doors hold stronger. He tries to fight it, he bites into his lip even harder but the words come tumbling out, he shuts his eyes, battles with his arms, they lower slightly but painfully and quake even more.
"Let me open the door, Vince." Naboo orders, the Shaman tries again, his magic erupts around the door, stronger than last time. The door swings open but slams shut again, Naboo catches sight of the mod stood with his arms out, eyes screwed up, uttering foreign words frantically "He looks like he's in a trance." Vince mumbles and moans in pain as he slowly wins the battle, his arms come lower and lower until finally, with one more push they drop to his sides, the spell stops, his mind clears and he pants for breath, Naboo's magic finally opens the door and the three stand in the doorway just watching their friend.
Naboo steps forward and crosses into the room watching Vince stare at his shaking palms, his eyes wide open, Naboo stops and asks just one simple question, "What happened in your nightmare, Vince?"