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The rain pattered on the battered streets of London. Two silhouettes were arguing loudly, and one shoved the other into the street.
"YOU SHOULD'VE STOLEN IT!" screeched a female voice. She lowered her voice slightly as she hissed, "You should've used your witchcraft shadow powers to easily earn us money." A younger pitched voice squeaked up.
"Vashti, he doesn't need to! We have enough mo-"
"SILENCE LILY!" bellowed Vashti. She looked at her younger brother with a scowl on her face. "If you have so called 'mastered' those wizardry powers, show us!" A tear slipped down her face. Her voice cracked. "I love you James, but ever since Mum and Dad have gone..."
Vashti collapsed onto the street into a fit of tears.
"I want you to be safe, little brother. Safe at home, safe with me and Lily..." she sobbed. James stood up and hugged his big sister.
"I'll promise I'll be safe. And we'll earn money somehow. I promise."
The rain slowed to a stop as the three siblings walked back to their run down home.
The attic was dusty and murky, but James was bored enough to explore it anyways. With a light-switch, the lights flickered on, revealing an old desk in the corner. James ran his finger over the dust and coughed.
"Mum and Dad sure had a messy desk..." he muttered, blowing away the dust. A shimmering card caught his eye. Walking over to it, he picked it up and gasped.
"Vlad...Masters. Multimillionaire. 555-222-777. Green Bay, Wisconsin." he read out loud. James eyes lit up.
"Maybe...maybe mum and dad are there!" he whispered excitedly. He frowned though as he thought of his sisters. "But then they would want to come with..." James sighed and plopped down on the floor.
"It's too dangerous..." he admitted out loud. But with a smirk, James added an important detail. "For them."
A sloppily written note was placed on his pillow, and with only the clothes on his back and a backpack, he set out into the eerie night. Using his shadow powers, he went down the wall and onto the brick streets.
'I love these powers...' he thought sullenly to himself, '...but I didn't like the price I had to pay.' James closed his eyes and shuddered as he remembered the screams of pain he screamed as a neighborhood witch sent shadows from the 'spirit world' into his own flesh and blood. An airplane motor brought him out of the flashback, and he sighed, relieved.
"Now to only get onto the plane..." he muttered to himself. Turning back into his human form, he walked towards the boarding station and then stopped.
"Blimey! They won't accept stowaways!" he cursed out loud. A mischievous smirk passed over his face.
"At least, not stowaways they can see..."
Slipping back into his shadow form, he slid towards the plane, and entered towards the luggage. He waited a while for all the luggage to be placed, and then found a comfortable position between two suitcases. Out of his curiosity, he glanced at the names of the suitcases and gasped.
"Vlad Masters?" he whispered in disbelief. James then facepalmed as he remembered the name of the plane he was stowing. "Masters Airlines. Of course." He frowned as he thought of all the occurrences of the millionaire's name.
Meanwhile, at James' house his sisters were hysterical at the note he left.
"H-he just left? Without saying where he was going?" whimpered Lily. Vashti nodded numbly and hugged her sister, stroking her hair.
"He'll be fine..." she whispered. "I promise. And we'll find him."
The plane landed in Wisconsin, and James slipped out unnoticed. The airport was busy. He just shadowed his way out of there and slipped back into his human form outside the gates in a porta-potty. James cringed at the smell and stepped out of it.
"Now...to find this- Vlad Masters." He was about to slip back into his shadow form when a familiar face caught his eye. A newspaper on the ground proudly claimed a bold article title:
"Plasmius Robs Yet Another Secret Facility Owned By Millionaire Masters!"
James squinted at the picture a bit closer. On one side showed Plasmius, and on the other showed Masters.
'They look the same...' thought James to himself. His eyes widened. 'Wait. They ARE the same.' He almost stumbled on the ground because of his discovery. Stashing the newspaper into his backpack, he turned into a shadow once more and breathed heavily.
'He could help me with my shadow- with my parents, with everything!' he thought, and disappeared without a trace to Vlad Master's mansion.
"And that's how I ended up here." finished James, setting down the fat Persian. Beth nodded, taking in all the information. She frowned and tilted her head.
"I asked how you got your powers, not how you came here. The story was interesting, but how did you get your powers? Something about a witch?"
A dark shadow passed over James' face.
"I-I'd rather not talk about it..." he said quietly. Beth shrugged and stood up.
"Well, story time was fun, but don't you think we should probably get started hunting down that Avon kid?" she asked. James nodded numbly as he slipped into his shadow.
His curse.
His power.
His life.
Tada! There's your chapter for today! :) Review please!
