Chapter 4
The Fight
Caleb had made his decision. He would fight Chase. He couldn't turn back now. Chase was smiling widely, obviously looking forward to the fight.
"Then I'm fightin' with you." Pogue added but Caleb shook his head.
"No, Pogue, you're too weak. You're not ready to fight yet."
"The hell I am." Pogue argued, not quite managing to hide a wince as he stood up from the couch. "Besides, I want a say in my future too." Caleb rolled his eyes and let out and exasperated sigh. There was no arguing with him when he was like this.
"Stubborn as a mule." He muttered as Pogue came to stand next to him. "Alright. We'll both fight you." He said to Chase and Chase's smile grew even wider. He looked at Pogue, licking his lips. Pogue made a face at this and shuddered, glaring back at Chase. Caleb watched them in silence, frowning with confusion. He didn't understand what was going on between the two teens, but whatever it was, and however Chase was "entertaining" himself with Pogue, Chase was definitely enjoying it a lot, meaning it most likely wasn't very good for Pogue. That's why he and Pogue had to win the fight against Chase, or Pogue would forever be known as Chase's "entertainment", whatever that meant, and Caleb would have to give Chase his powers, making Chase even more powerful than he already was, and Caleb couldn't allow either of those two things to happen.
"Ok, shall we begin?" Chase suggested, still smiling that evil smile of his. "You make the first move, Caleb." Caleb watched him for a minute, trying to decide what to do, when suddenly, Chase was thrown back into a wall, hitting it very hard, making a hole. Caleb frowned. He wasn't doing that. He looked at Pogue, and sure enough, his eyes we black as night and he looked angry. Chase had fallen to the floor and was sitting there, laughing. Pogue let out a low growl and lifted his hand, sending Chase crashing into the wall over and over again. But Chase only laughed. Suddenly, it seemed like Pogue had stopped and Chase stood up, still laughing nastily. But Pogue hadn't stopped. Caleb could tell he was still trying to Use but Chase was fighting it. He flung out his hand and both Pogue and Caleb were sent crashing into the wall behind them. They fell to the floor, the impact of the wall winding them. But Chase wouldn't stop. With one hand, he kept throwing Caleb at walls, and with the other hand, he reached out to Pogue. Pogue was slowly lifted into the air, unable to fight. Then Chase closed his hand, making a fist, and Pogue roared in pain. He felt as if his insides we being squeezed and crushed and he couldn't breathe. Caleb watched this worryingly as Chase kept slamming him into the wall. He was surprised he was still alive, let alone conscious. But he was, so he had to do something to help Pogue.
Suddenly, Caleb felt himself getting stronger, this strength coming from nowhere. He lashed out at Chase with his powers, making Chase drop Pogue to the floor, who lay there still, not moving. But Caleb didn't have time to worry about that at the moment. Chase was flung back into the stairs, hitting them hard, painfully. He was no longer laughing. Before he had time to react, Caleb threw blow after blow at Chase. He wouldn't stop until Chase gave in.
After about the fifth or sixth blow, Chase raised his hand in defeat.
"Alright, Caleb. You win." He gave in, his voice weak and trembling. Caleb smiled and turned away, going over to Pogue. As he came over, Pogue regained consciousness and groaned in pain, using what little strength he had left to get up. Caleb helped him up, wrapping his arm over his shoulders once more.
"Come on, we'll get you to a hospital." He assured Pogue and started walking towards the exit, but Chase stood up and blocked his way.
"I don't think so." He objected calmly, the smile returning to his face. "Pogue's mine." Caleb laughed humorlessly and shook his head.
"No, I beat you." He reminded Chase, as if it was obvious, which it was.
"Yeah, I know, you beat me. But I beat Pogue." Chase informed Caleb, smiling even wider. "Therefore Pogue's mine." Caleb sighed, looking at Pogue sadly. He knew Chase was right. But he just couldn't leave Pogue with this freak. Who knows what he did to him these past 2 days? Whatever it was, it wasn't good. That much was for sure. Pogue looked back at Caleb, sadness in his eyes, and nodded.
"Fine." He whispered, closing his eyes and turning his head away from them. "But let Kate go. Take the spell off her. And I wanna see her one more time."
"Alright. I guess that's fair." Chase agreed, nodding slowly.
"And we should take him to a hospital." Caleb added. Chase nodded again.
"Okā¦let's go."
