Ch. 6
"So, I can wish for anything?" the young woman asked a Jinni who should be familiar to the reader. "Mostly. My powers are slightly limited, but I'm quite you shall find yourself satisfied." After some moments of contemplation, she came to a conclusion. "I wish my younger sister was still alive. She died in a fire several years back. I, I, could've saved her, b-but I was scared, you know, and-" "I didn't ask for an explanation. Your wish is my command." A crackle of energy surrounded the pair, energy that, upon fading, revealed a girl covered in burns. She wore an angry expression on her face, which remained constant as she pointed at her sister. "You. You did this to me. Why didn't you help me? You should have helped me. WHY DID YOU LET ME DIE!" Before the wish maker found herself able to respond, the burnt girl attacked her. It was a rather violent attack. As the young woman lay pinned on the ground, being pummeled to death by a maniac, she begged the Wishmaster for assistance. "Sorry, only one wish allowed." He left her to her fate. Within a few minutes, the wonderful feeling that came from a human soul being absorbed to increase one's power came over him.
Wishmaster's next victim was a 12-year-old boy who wanted a dog. The intention may or may not have been for a rabid one, but beggars can't be choosers, so that's what he got. A poor man asked for a 'million bucks'. Male deer weren't always known as the most dangerous of animals, but they proved lethal for this man. An old man wanted to stay in his house for all eternity, and was melded into the walls. There were a few other cases such as these. The Djinn eventually stopped to relish in his newfound strength. The green clothed thing couldn't trap me with any fishhooks now!
Nathaniel watched the television set that the bar used to entertain customers. He had stopped here for food, and wanted to see if either of the monsters had made the news. The murders at the museum had, apparently. The ghastly descriptions of the corpses were told in detail, and those at the museum who weren't killed were interviewed. The stories were consistent, though the common man would have dismissed them as wild tales of the supernatural brought about by fear. The others in the bar made comments that confirmed this sentiment. The story ended with the mention that this was the third murder case where witnesses talked of leprechauns. "Loons. The whole lot of them." Muttered some random person. "I don't believe in leprechauns, either. But those killin's are certainly real." Nathaniel was about to leave. How can I convince them? I have no proof. The news changed to a story about a killer who was apprehended. She claimed to be Julie Green, who had died a few years ago, and was arrested for killing Sylvia Green, the sister of the dead girl. The woman said some magical creature had resurrected her, but she didn't know what it was or why it had done it. Let me guess, the genie's work. Nathaniel actually left this time. Unfortunately for him, the Wishmaster saw him on the sidewalk. Pursuit was chosen as his game for the time being. The monster was somewhat curious about Nathaniel's destination. When it became obvious that the boy's goal was someone's apartment, the thing that was definitely not a boy opened its mouth. "Could you please stop, my friend." Nathaniel froze. He recognized the voice addressing him. "I just ran away from the leprechaun, and now I run into you. Do you two take turns tracking me?" "That isn't relevant. I was wondering if you intended to make your third wish anytime soon."
"I wish you would die." That was the response from the person who had just come up with what he perceived as an ingenious plan.
"My apologies, master, but I am not able to grant such a wish. When you have decided on your actual final wish, I shall return." Nathaniel expected some sort of resistance, so this came as a shock. I could have wished to know how to kill the leprechaun, but the risk of the whole 'army of Djinn taking over the world' thing being true is too high to take. Besides, Aenya's grandmother should know something useful.
Slightly annoyed that that Nathaniel idiot had seen through him, the Wishmaster had come to an alleyway to think. How can I trick him? His thoughts were interrupted by an individual he hadn't expected to see. "Genie, where've ye bin? Me dun' s'pose ye know where me gold be, do ye?" Both gathered their energies, preparing for combat.