Ch. 4
Leprechaun stared at the door. Room 243, where two guys kept their stolen gold. The Leprechaun was certain that the gold in that room was his. He could sense it, practically hearing it call to him. The thievin' loughts will pay their due. Now, to figure out 'ow to go about it. Should I simply pop in, slice them to wee bits, get me gold, and go home, or should I make 'em suffer? I should get 'em to tell me 'ow they went about takin' it, for I'm still scratchin' me head over that 'un. A boy and girl arguing across the hall interrupted his train of thought. "But Aenya-" "Stop, Nathaniel. If you can't keep your head clear, then I want nothing more with you." "Aenya-" "Diabhal thú, is fuath liom tú, cén fáth nach mharaíonn tú díreach tar éis do theaghlach, do chairde, agus go bhfuil píosa pathetic an cac a ghlaonn tú 'Nathaniel'!" With that, the girl left. The boy obviously didn't understand a word of what the girl just said, but the as of yet unnoticed Leprechaun did. It was, after all, his native Gaeilge, albeit of a newer dialect than he was used to. The lass was a wee bit 'arsh, but me dun' think 'e was offended much. Something clicked in his head. Did the lass just say 'Nathaniel'? Luck of the Irish, I found 'un of me lads! 'Opefully the other is inside. Waiting, in hiding, for Nathaniel to enter his room, which he did, the Leprechaun melted into the cracks on the wall, still working out what to do in his mind.
"So, sounds like Aenya's happy," Mitchell commented, laughing as he did.
"It's not funny, Mitch. She's seriously pissed this time." Nathaniel spat back. He sighed. "Where's the genie?"
"He left. Said something about duties to perform before our second wish."
"A genie, aye? So that's how ye bastards did the foul deed! Don't ye know, it's not nice to wish away the gold of a Leprechaun." A short, bearded, man in green formed in front of the cracks in the wall. It is doubted that the reader needs an introduction. "What did ye want from the genie? I see ya've already got gold. What about silver?" With that, the two boys' kitchen silverware began to float, turn their sharp ends toward them, and fly in the direction their sharp ends were pointing. As the boys screamed in pain, Mitchell falling to the floor, the knives, spoons, and forks started wiggling, amplifying the pain significantly. "Or maybe ye'd like some bronze, or maybe the fame of Fonz?" One the boys possessed a third place trophy from some competition he had partaken in some time ago. The trophy moved to be above the pair's heads, where it split in half and melted. One can imagine the pain was quite significant, as searing hot liquid metal dripped down their faces. They figured out what the monster's plans for the 'fame of Fonz' were, for the Djinn chose that moment to show up. "I wish these painful things would get off of me!" one of the boys screamed. It really didn't matter which one. The melted bronze peeled off, taking skin with it. The silverware pulled itself out. The wounds they left behind were painful as well, and so, on Mitchell, they were removed. Nathaniel was exempt from this, as he was to be kept alive. The area around the chunks of flesh experienced pain from the previous removal, and were, well, the reader can figure it out. Wait, didn't the one I'm killing now make the first wish? It doesn't matter, they both benefited from the wishes, and therefore I count both towards the three. Now, to make sure this thing, whatever it is, doesn't kill Nathaniel. "This wasn't me plan, yet I find meself congratulating ye, genie. If ye 'adn't taken me gold, we might've gotten along. As it is, ye must die now." The Wishmaster was surprised to find himself thrown back by an unidentifiable force. He stood up again, this time prepared for the creature's tricks. Another force began to pull on him, which he was able to dissipate. While the Leprechaun focused his magical energies on something else, the Djinn fired a bolt of red electricity. As the Leprechaun writhed in an electrocuted frenzy, the Wishmaster stood over him, gathering energy in order to finish him off, when a fishing line and hook stabbed him. The hook, inside of his body, enlarged and spread out. The metal, much to his surprise and chagrin, immobilized him. He found that, with only three souls, he wasn't strong enough to fight off the device. With extreme effort, the Djinn transported himself away from the university. The opal followed soon after. Hopefully, the thing will take its gold and leave. I just have to find the guy I didn't kill. Despite his thoughts, the Wishmaster knew he that he in fact did want to meet the green-clad thing again. No one defeated him.
Nathaniel, who had watched the fight from under a table, now watched the writhing Leprechaun. He then performed two intelligent actions and one very stupid action. The two intelligent actions were to leave the place before the Leprechaun regained mobility and to avoid making another wish with the Djinn. The stupid action was to take the Leprechaun's gold. It is completely unknown what possessed him to do that. It is also unknown whether or not the Leprechaun chose to let him go or couldn't stop him. The fishing hook incident showed that he had some magical power, but letting a kid go was inconsistent with his known character. Maybe the fishing hook was his last burst before going out cold. No one knows, and it is unlikely that anyone ever shall know.