Illusionist
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XBgamer94: Jane's troubles will soon be over. Just give it time. LoveIsles and D3nsei: Thank you for the continuous support. I hope you both will be reading in the long run. And to, tyfftyff: This will eventually esculate to Rizzles, and your in luck, this chapter will be of Maura's backstory. Anyways on with chapter 3! Enjoy.
"I'm no wizard, and I don't like being thought of in that light at all. I think of a wizard as being some sort of magician or something, doing something on the sly or something and I don't want to be thought of in that way." -Jim Woodson
Chapter 3
Previously…..
"You Jane are going to be a magician…no wait better than a magician. You Jane Rizzoli…will be an Illusionist."
In an instant all confusion from her face is now gone, 'An illusionist huh, I like the sound of that,'
Jane then breaks out in her famous grin, "Great so when do I start?"
"Your training will beginning bright and early at six. Oh and don't be late… Rizzoli," he says with a smirk.
She's living on the upside of Boston, Beacon Hill, where it is considered royalty. But in the mind of Maura Isles, money can't by friends. Other than her material items such as skirts, dresses, and shoes, my god did she have shoes. Maura doesn't have any friends whom she can truly call her own. The only people that were ever around were her butler, Jeremy and her tortoise, Bass. Her mother being a well-known art critic that travels non-stop, she was hardly ever around to celebrate Christmas, Thanksgiving, or even her own birthday. And Maura's mom had tell her at the age of six that daddy won't be walking through the door any time soon. In fact, she remembers it like it was yesterday.
Constance was working her last art critique, when the sound of a young Maura's feet pitter patter toward her direction.
"Mama, when's papa coming home?" asked Maura.
Knowing that the next thing that will come out of her mouth will disappoint her daughter, she thinks, 'How am I supposed to tell her that her own father is a mob boss, a stone cold killer. No, not yet. She can't know about this now, she is far to young.'
"Maura, darling. Your father won't be coming home for quite a while. He's…he's away. On business. He's away on business, dear."
"Oh okay," says Maura looking slightly disappointed.
Constance hates, no absolutely dreads the fact that Maura was left at her door step when she was just a baby. It was like no one ever wanted her to be loved at all, but that wasn't the case anymore. She has Maura now. That's all that matters, having her dear Maura in her life.
"Maura, honey would you like to learn how to play the piano?"
At this the six year old, showed off a showcase grin.
And there she was, sitting on the piano bench. Playing with the keys to her own accord. She had her hair settling on the left side of her neck and she was wearing a light yellow sun dress with a pair of peach colored flat open toed shoes. She every so often caught a glimpse of her bright blue crystal ball necklace, her mother gave her, as she playing with the piano hadn't planned on doing anything special that today, until her trusted long time, family butler, Jeremy, came into the room with the keys to their Lincoln town car.
"Miss Isles, don't you think that it is a lovely day today," Jeremy was hoping to get Maura out of this recent slump since her mother isn't around to keep her company.
"Why yes Jeremy it is quite lovely this afternoon. Did you something in mind?" Maura raised a questioning eyebrow.
Jeremy chuckled, "Well since you asked I was going planning on going out into town and oh I don't know go shopping…" he paused waiting for an expected squeal of excitement from Maura.
"Oh gosh Jeremy, that sounds like a good idea," she quickly jumped off the piano bench and headed toward the coat rack and got her jacket. "Well c'mon hurry up Jeremy I can't drive myself you know… well not yet anyway."
Jeremy only followed the excited teenager out the door, once again chuckling to himself at the sheer happiness a shopping spree can give Maura.
After about three hours of constant shopping for shoes and outfits, Maura is tired and slightly worn out. Just when she's about to hop into the back of the Lincoln, she sees a flower shop across the street, that is suddenly surrounded by bystanders. 'Huh must be some sort of a street performer,' Maura thinks and is suddenly curious of the commotion.
"Jeremy can I go over to that flower shop really quick please," she asked giving the puppy dog eyes to her butler.
"Alright, alright you can go but I'm giving you 15 minutes tops. Got it, Miss Isles?"
"Yup," she shouts over her shoulder, walking across the street.
She makes her way up to the crowd, but due to her height she can't see, all she hears is, "Pick a card, any card." Maura is instantly drawn to the voice, noting that it's female.
Maura decides to ask one of the taller strangers what is going on, so she taps the shoulders of the nearest person to her.
"Excuse me, sir. Might I ask what is going on," she asked the man nearby. Then the man looks over his shoulder and spots the honey blonde who tapped his shoulder. Hazel eyes meeting hazel eyes.
"Haven't you heard of the magnificent Rizzoli? She's doing these amazing tricks and illusions. Want me to get you up close and personal. He puts a hand at the small of her back and guides her to front of the audience.
It's morning when Jane wakes up, her mind still reeling after the events that happened the day before. She doesn't truly know what to think about becoming a sorcerer, let alone an illusionist. All that she could think about right now, is knowing that she can help out her parents without committing theft.
Jane rolls out of bed and heads over to her dresser, were she picks out her outfit for the day. She chooses a Blink-182 t-shirt, her converse, and a pair of sweats, since she going to be 'training' with Frost. She then heads downstairs and into a kitchen to leave a note on the kitchen fridge, saying that she'll be back later and that she going to be helping a friend out.
When she arrives at the warehouse, she is immediately greeted by Frost who's waiting outside the front door.
"Ah, right on time Jane," says Frost as he leads her to his workshop in the far corner of the warehouse.
"So are we gonna do first, throw fire balls at a target," she asks taking a seat on a stool.
"Huh, I like your enthusiasm, Rizzoli. But don't get to cocky on me just yet. First we have to brand you." Frost smirks at Jane knowing that her eyes will bug out of her head any second.
"Aw, man do I really have to Frost," he nods.
"Fine, but not on my arm, where my Ma can see it. Could you it on my back, where I can at least have a chance of hiding it."
"Alright, lift up your shirt and brace your self this might sting a little," as he's saying this Jane is lifting up her shirt to where its shoulder length, "Hey Frost could you warn me right before you…..OWWWW SHIT! What the hell!"
"Hey it's better if you don't see it coming," he shrugs, and Jane gives a look that says revenge is a bitch.
"What, why are you looking at me like that. At least it's done and over with."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. So when are you going to start."
He heads over to a night stand and places an unlit candle standing in the dead center.
"Open your palm," she opens her palm, "now I want you focus, I want you to make a ball of fire and light that candle. You're going to feel a rush a heat coming from brand I put on your back."
When Jane felt the rush of energy coming from her back, she strained and flexed the muscles of her right arm of the open palm, trying to push all the energy she could muster up into her hand. Slowly but surely a fireball the size of a baseball was fully formed in her hand.
"Yes!" she shouts in excitement.
She positions her back straight and puts her left hand over the right one as if it were a glove. 'Of course Jane would act like a pitcher getting ready to throw a fastball.' Frost thinks to himself, grinning like he was about to witness Jane's first pitch at a baseball game. In this moment he couldn't be more proud anyone he has met in his lifetime.
"Frost, look I did it," at this point Jane was amazed at what she can do, what she can and can't control.
"Very excellent, Rizzoli," he makes his way to the now lit candle and blows it out, "Now do it again."
Jane grins cockily as she looks down at both of her newly fire filled hands, "With pleasure."
As soon as Maura and the man come to the front of the audience, she is met with the tall dark haired, Italian girl who at this point is mesmerizing the audience with her tricks and illusions. But in Maura's mind she was being mesmerized by only the magician's beauty and beauty alone.
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