Max's POV
"Let the object
of objection
Become but
a dream
As I cause
the seen
To be unseen"
I manage to say the spell after what had seemed like days of loosening the duct tape enough to say the spell. The chains and duct tape fell away and I crash into the ground in a heap. I stand wiping dust off my hands and look at Chris's prone figure. I glamor myself into an exact copy of my brother. I reach into my pocket and pull out my last transportation potion. 'Please go to the Manor.' I pray and throw the potion at Chris's feet. I shackle myself in and go limp, pretending to be unconscious.
"Well, well, well, well, well. What do we have here? If it isn't the new peeping whitelighter." A creepy voice says.
I have time to register a fist coming towards my face and being flamed out.
'Oh CRAP!' I think and everything goes black, this time for real.
A/N: I know short, but I will have more ASAP. Reviewing means faster and longer updates. Enjoy!
