A/n: Haha, another chapter, and so soon! I guess I just wanted to make up for making you wait two weeks for the last one
Welp, let us engage!
"The Covenant"
Chapter 03: I wish I was wrong
"Rise and shine~"
Hannah stirred, a voice reaching her ears. Ugh, why did her…everything, hurt so badly? She almost didn't want to wake up. Neither the less, she moved her body; the cold floor under her was definitely not the most comfortable place to sleep on. But her body still ached. She found it such a chore just to breathe, let alone move.
"Breath of healing…" she breathed out in a whisper and instantly a cold, soothing sensation spread from her chest to the tips of her toes.
Yes, much better. The pain evaporated almost completely.
The only problem was that as soon as she cast that healing spell, she felt her wrists burn. How strange, she didn't remember using up enough magic for the bracelets to give away a warning like that…
Hannah breathed out heavily through her nose and tried to move her arms. It's only then that she noted that her hands were tied up tightly behind her back, not to mention that the way she was laying on the side made her shoulder and entire left arm numb.
"You awake yet, little girl?"
Her eyes shot open.
The mocking grin.
The coal-black eyes.
She remembered everything.
Her body sprung up in alert; she was on her feet in seconds! She cried out in anger and made a dash at that annoying brat, hoping to knock him of his feet and then make a mad run out of there. Unfortunately, in a flick of a wrist, Hannah was violently jerked back, her body making painful contact with the wall behind her. A sharp scream left her lips and she collapsed on to her knees, her breaths coming out in short gasps.
The boy laughed "For someone whose magic is able to knock a Lord of Chaos out, that try at an attack was more than pitiful."
Hannah sent the dirtiest look she could muster in his direction.
"Where is Mr. Kent?"
Klarion clacked his tongue against the roof of his mouth "That old fart? He's Abra Kadabra's responsibility, I could care less." He put his hands on his hips and grinned "You, on the other hand, are my responsibility."
"Well lucky me." Her inner voice was dripping with sarcasm. Suddenly, she gasped "Where is Grigor!? What have you done with my familiar!? If you so much as harmed a feather of his head, I swear-"
"So I was right, you are a witch."
"Answer my question!" she barked "Where. Is. Grigor?!"
Hannah felt magic fill the room and realized that she might not have assessed the situation as well as she should have. In seconds her body was hoisted up in to the air by a giant red claw, its tight grip squeezing the oxygen out of her.
"Who do you think you are to dare question me? To dare order me!?" Klarion did a complete 180 with his mood, going from an annoying brat to a complete certified psychopath in less than five seconds. "Now let me put your situation in to perspective in a way that your will be able to comprehend it." Hannah felt the claw tighten its grip, her entire body screaming out in pain "You are the prisoner. I am the warden. Compared to me you are nothing, like an ant to a boot!" with a flick of a wrist, Klarion made the claw holding the girl evaporate. Without anything to hold her, Hannah's body took a free fall to the floor, landing roughly on her shoulder.
Hannah heard him move, getting closer with each step. She opened her eyes just to see him stop right next to her "Now that we understand each other, you're going to tell me how to get in to the Tower of Fate."
"Bite me."
Klarion crouched down so that his face was in Hannah's view. His lips were etched in to the most wicked grin she ever saw
"Wrong answer."
At a very young age Hannah already understood the concept of pain, life and death. It was just the way everything in the universe operated. Growing up in a family that was very proud of its long line of powerful witches, she was not spared the knowledge of the way of things, despite her young age.
After all, every magic user needed to know the cycle of nature. Especially a young witch that was predestined for greatness, such as herself.
She started understanding these concepts even better on the day she turned 7 and when everything changed.
That day…
That...
...
Hannah's eyes snapped open, her breaths erratic and panicked.
Everything flooded back.
Mr. Kent's disappearance.
The Theatre.
Abra Kadabra.
Klarion.
She let out a groan, feeling the backlash in the form of a headache forming. At some moment, she must have passed out. The last thing Hannah could remember was that boy, Klarion, sending electric shocks through her entire body at steady intervals, each shock growing stronger than the last.
"Where is the Tower located?"
"How do I make it appear?"
"How do I gain access in to it?"
"Tell me."
"Tell me!"
"TELL ME!"
The girl flinched at the memory of his shrieks.
God, he had the worst temper she had ever encountered in any living creature. She turned to lie on her back and stretched out as best as she could, feeling her stiff bones and ligaments pop and crackle as she did so. Oh, it felt so good!
Hannah looked around, trying to find a window, a clock, anything that could help her figure out how long she was in here. Unfortunately, nothing of such nature was located in what she supposed was once a dressing room. There were vanity tables with cracked mirrors and scattered old make up, a dresser and there were coat hangers littered around the floor.
Though, she couldn't help but notice that, even though the dressing room was old and abandoned, it seemed to be surprisingly...clean.
As she clenched and unclenched her hands, trying to get more blood flowing through her numb fingers, Hannah got a rough idea of how many hours passed. Taking in to account that at least seventy percent of her magic was still unavailable to her, she'd have to say at least five hours since her last powerful spell.
Hannah couldn't even bother to hold in the array of nasty words directed at Dr. Fate and the confounded bracelets he placed upon her wrists.
"You make one silly threat and all of a sudden, you're a threat to national security!" she grumbled "I was thirteen, it's natural for kids that age to be rebellious and angry at old people who try to control them, it's what teenagers do!" after fidgeting and struggling in an attempt to wriggle out her hands out of the ropes binding her, she finally let out an exasperated groan. She felt so helpless, so useless!
"Goddamnit!" she yelled "This is all Nabu's fault! All of it! A thousand curses upon his head! Ugh!" she rolled to her side "I hope you can hear me even a little bit through those special little bracelets you forced me to wear, because I want you to know that if I die, it is all YOUR FAULT!"
She closed her yes, calming her erratic breathing. At least, with Klarion being who knows where, the room was in complete silence. Exactly what she needed if she was to concentrate. Because no matter how strong the seal on her magic was, there were things that even the 'oh so great and powerful' Dr. Fate could never take away from her.
One of them being her bond to Grigor.
In the first few seconds of attempting to set up the link, Hannah could already tell that, if nothing else, Grigor was alive. She could feel his heart beat as clearly as she could feel her own. But, alas, the link was weak, almost as if there was a great distance between them.
Ah, he always was the clever one, strategizing, knowing when the fight is lost. He must have taken notice of her loosing the battle against Klarion immediately and decided to 'go down today and triumph tomorrow'. Knowing him, he probably fled the battle in order to get help, most likely from the Justice League. He'll probably find a way to fly all the way to Gotham and find Batman. Grigor, much like her, had a soft spot for the Caped crusader.
Grigor, he was so unlike her! It was almost funny.
Hannah sighed. How long until Grigor reached his destination? Trying to escape on her own would end badly. Even when all her powers are restored back to normal, they would go out like a light the moment she enters a fight with Klarion. A few stronger attacks, a forcefield here, an incantation there, and the seal would be in full function in no time.
Not to mention the eminent truth: Klarion was stronger than her; a better and stronger magic user than she was, even with the bracelets off.
And she seemed to remember him mentioning something about being a 'Lord of Chaos'?
She let out a chuckle. No way, the chance of running in to a Lord of Chaos, even for an entire lifetime, was practically nonexistent.
…or, well, that is…
To a normal person those chances would be slim to none.
To someone who was practically living (so to speak) with a Lord of Order, on the other hand…
Hannah let out a bitter laugh. Oh man, she had never wished more in her life to be wrong about something.
A/n: Hmm, makes you wonder why Hannah and her familiar are fond of the Caped crusader ~
Also, I kinda wanted it to show that Klarion is definitely not someone of sane mind. In YJ, he is supposed to be Chaos personified. His emotions running wild, his actions holding no rhyme or reason in the eyes of someone of normal nature. He cares not for the pain of others, he only cares for his needs.
Also, yay! I actually got some reviews! Thank you, I feel so much more confident in my writing now! And also very motivated to, haha!