I'm back with another chapter for those of you who love me enough to read this. :)
Flickering in and out of existence at one point in time isn't too hard. Especially when Klarion really wants to leave. (For once.) At the sharp sound of his fingers toughing the Ankh dissolved. So he likes to be dramatic, big deal. Chaos is never quiet.
The wings flare like they have a mind of their own. Maybe they do, for all Klarion knows. But they don't get to stretch too far before he's grabbed Teekl and pop. Klarion's made both of them vanish from the Tower of Geezers and away to somewhere safe. Or at least some where people can't see the results of his battle with a cat. Summons aren't something that Klarion can just will into existence, then banish with a single thought. It comes and won't leave no matter how much, "I want it, I want it, I want it!" to go away.
Klarion ends up glaring over his shoulders and muttering for hours until they finally go away. A good thing to, because any longer and he thought for sure his eyes would fall out of their sockets. All the while Teekl is staring up at him, amusement clear in her garnet eyes. He thinks now wouldn't be a bad time to strangle her. Test his powers with a moving target, Teekl seemed perfect right about now. (Stop hissing at me cat. It's not my fault you can hear my thoughts. Nothing's ever his fault.)
He never does get around to shooting her, though. Not only would Teekl probably hate his (Not that he cares. How anyone could hate something like him, he didn't know.) but he would also sever his connection to the physical plane. Something he really didn't want to do. Being among mortals wasn't the most appealing, no; but it was by far immensely better than going back to the torturous, agonizing, crumbling cesspool of the Witch World, Limbo Town.
Klarion never was one for fire, not since. Well, the point was he didn't like fire, he didn't have to say why. And the ever blazing column of sunset flames of Limbo Town did little to put him at ease. How ironic it would be that his magic took the form of flames when he conjured it. Though Chaos is related to terror and what terrifies a person more than what they fear most?
Slowly things returned to what was considered normal for the witch boy that night. Teekl snarked at him and called her a stupid cat in return (It may be old, but it works. Don't fix what isn't broken, that takes more work than he's willing to put it.) and life went on. The world kept turning. Little did Klarion know his world was about to be turned on its axis. (Shut up. He knows it's cliché.) Everything about him, that he knew, was about to be ripped apart and crudely stitched back together. Like a broken marionette doll. If only he knew what was happening inside the catacombs of the earth at Mount Justice.