CyberTech Worlds Clash

Chapter LXV

Attack of Magic

Seven years passed Luke by, and he enjoyed all of them…

It didn't seem like much, but they were the greatest years the former Luke Potter had ever known. It had taken some time getting used to getting called, Luke Evans, but not too much, as it was just a family name change for his mother's maiden name. He had grown quite attached as it was so much easier on him than the usual 'freak' from the Dursley's.

Luke had only just turned seventeen, and soon, he was off to Oxford University studying all things from technology to languages. He had even toyed with the ideas of being an archaeologist, (though he could do this with magical study) or writer, (then he could write about his magical discoveries while rewriting history, adding in magic, and being called a crackpot – sounded fun).

However, Luke's greatest dream was creating his own work, which was why using his computing skills he had created quite the few personalised websites or custom programmes for smallish companies, with the signature Nergal. He got the name from an old god that seemed to like doing the impossible, just for the sake of doing it, and that fit Luke rather well in his eyes.

It was rather fun, and got him a wealth of experience, and he made a lot of money, though, it seemed like the equivalent of making pocket money, compared with what he knew deep down what he could do.

Though, he supposed for a part time job at his age; he could make thousands while the paper boy, well... Luke could pay him to wipe his butt if he were that weird, and pay him more than all of his rounds combined without scratching the surface, not that he needed to make his own money with his grandmas' wealth, but he preferred to use what belonged to him.

However, something of interest were these 'Bio-Terrorists' in America? Conduits? People who supposedly had special powers, like magic, but not actually magic. The humans seemed to be freaking out, and the truth was starting to filter into the public. Luke figured they might be some weird off-branch of magic that went dormant, but because of weird people doing weird experiments, likely to make weaponised humans, woke a sleeping gene on people not under contract, like idiots. therefore, he US government had been funding a propaganda department to fund discriminating a whole race of people; the majority of the new ones, who supposedly got their powers because a Conduit sacrificed himself for the world to destroy a monster of a conduit, who from video evidence was a bad dude, and ridiculously huge.

Then there was that incident in Seattle, and that got human rights advocates involved where the 'Department for Unified Protection', or DUP, (an apt name for propagandist government funded private militants) were caught capturing, caging, experimenting on, and even enslaving conduits, and trying to persuade people they were terrorists just for existing. The DUP had even been ran by a conduit, but thankfully, Luke noted they seemed to have been shut down, and all the falsely imprisoned conduits were freed, though, a lot of what Luke got from all of this wasn't exactly legally obtained.

Anyway, back on track, and off conspiracies, and governments being arsehats, Luke may have made some friends at school, but he had really-never hung out with them outside of school anyway, so hadn't seen them since leaving school. He was okay with that as the uni had huge machines in the bio labs for him to use at his leisure to check his magical DNA in private, and secret; machines he couldn't just buy unfortunately. It was really not all that different to non-magical people, but kind of supercharged with some kind of unknown energy genome, he had titled the God Source. He would have to compare a conduits DNA some time too out of curiosity.

However, it had taken Luke months to find any trace of what he called the God Cell, or God Particles, which allowed people to twist reality, and naturally build the God Source, not that he really believed in a god or gods. It was more of being just a name than anything else: convenience. It would take him a few years before he realised, he just got lucky finding the God Particle within his genes so fast.

Luke had also been practising, using magic, meditating, self-defence; they all helped. He really couldn't do too much, just levitating, and moving things around with just his thoughts, but that was pretty-cool; it made for quicker work when magic screwed together things or could be used to type at his computer, and the more he did things like that, the easier it got, like an extra muscle set.

He sat on his bed at the motel breathing deeply, legs crossed; his eyes closed and things from pens, pencils, and light books floated around him when the door was barged open, startling him he lost his concentration and made a racket as everything dropped to the floor.

"Sweetie," his grandma said as she poked her head in; she smiled, amused as she looked him over. Luke was wearing a stylish black suit with white shirt and black tie and shoes. "Luke, it's time to leave dear, your friend is here already and we'll be late if we're not careful. It's lucky I came up to get you, I thought about... well, that could have been an odd talk at least."

"Sorry, Grandma," he replied with a smile as he hopped off the bed, checked his neat spikes of black hair and smoothed out his suit. "I so hate these kinds of things. If you ask me, they're boring! And why may I ask is this one so out in the country, what's the name of this village, anyway...?"

"Luke," she interrupted with a smile, reprimanding him with just his name. "I know it isn't perfect but-," she paused as he laughed looking out of the window in his motel room to the fields with farm animals.

"Okay, Grandma," he said, rolling his eyes, looking up at her, smiling. "I'm coming, I'm coming, and I don't want to leave Lena waiting too long now do I?"

"Of course not, dear," she agreed, stepping out of his way as he moved passed her, letting her secure his door.

"Techy!" squealed out a happy voice, as a girl glompped into him once he reached the lobby. She used the nick name she seemed to have designated for him because though not stupid she thought of him as an odd nerd because he was apparently cute and fit too, and because of his genius with technology, but he didn't mind; if it was her, he liked it.

Luke laughed while hugging her in return before pealing her off. She was not much older than him, and while nowhere near as smart, in his fields at least, her family ran in smarter circles, and she had had a crush on him for years before they got together; and he would secretly admit to enjoying her company more than anyone's.

It was so refreshing to hang with girls with normal worries rather than any near his sort of IQ all the time, which was few to none anyway really – as far as he had noticed, but he apparently had a bit of an ego. Lena was going to go to medical school in the States, like her father, so Luke knew he should monopolise her while he could as he knew, odds were that they would drift apart, as it was just a horrible fact that long distance relationships didn't work.

"Lena, wow, you look incredible," Luke had to say; she did. She was wearing a short blue dress, tight to her dark skin; her dark eyes glistening. She had a nice sized bust, which showed him some nice cleavage. Her dark black hair was soft and thin, down to her waist, tied back, and only just enough make-up; she looked absolutely-stunning.

"Thanks," she said, smiling, obviously pleased with her effort as she noticed his emerald eyes looking down at her cleavage. "You look really hot yourself. I might not be able to keep my hands to myself!"

"Well," he said, kissing her cheek as her mother and father were watching, displeased, but he ignored them and smiled, as it wasn't a secret, they didn't like him. "I might not stop your... wondering hands."

She giggled as she took his right arm, holding it pressed up to her body, tight, smiling as his grandmother arrived back at ground level. She smiled at her grandson and Lena, hearts in her eyes about how cute they looked together.

"Well, let's get to the limo," Lena's father said once they were all ready; his voice snooty, embarrassing his daughter, and giving her a disproving look because she liked Luke over some of the black boys in her class at private school, she could choose from, but Luke didn't let that bother him.

They drove in silence, coming up to a huge mansion on the outskirts of the village and soon getting out of the limo. "Wow, glad that's over," Lena said watching Luke's grandma lead them towards the house with her parents snootily bringing up the rear. "Sorry about dad; he's quite… well, racist would probably suit, though I don't think he means to be. He's one of those types who have fought and worked hard so thinks because, I like you that I don't care about his struggles as a black man in a white man's world, and I'm one hundred per cent sure he's overexaggerating by about ninety per cent at least, and that ten per cent is me giving leeway for all the arseholes he likely crossed, black, white, brown...?" she shrugged smirkingly.

Luke chuckled while, she offered a huge grin, as he led his date towards the large light entrance to the mansion. "I'm sure he doesn't realise that it's not the seventeen hundred's or whatever," Luke said sheepishly. "History, not my area of expertise," he said and she could only shrug while amused. "Your dads had just spent too much time with American's, and happily imports whatever crap they come up with next, like Twitter, seriously, Twitter…? Please, don't bring that nonsense back with you…!"

"I was thinking about staying," she said quickly. "Dad only wants me to go to school in America because it will separate us. He just won't pay unless I go to the school, he picked out for me… but… maybe I could get a lone, and, I could always get a part-time job, and I don't have to go to the best school…"

"I can pay," Luke said carefully.

However, Lena glared and shook her head. "I… I know you mean well, but that wouldn't feel right," she replied before frowning. "How rich are you anyway?" she asked thoughtfully. "You can't just get in on this event without being someone or having lots of money… wait, is your grandma someone famous or something?"

Luke only smiled and stole a kiss from her lips while her parents weren't looking. "Anyway," he said as he changed the subject. "I know why your dad hates me, but why does your mum hate me?"

"Oh, she doesn't," Lena answered, and let Luke change the subject, she rolled her eyes. "Apparently, you're a keeper, but she's had a few arguments with dad about his behaviour, and she's keeping the peace. I guess you haven't met mum without dad around, so you wouldn't know. Anyway, let's talk more about this after the party," she said smiling, snuggling up to Luke, as the doormen waved them in, smiling as they entered a huge white marble foyer with staircase leading upstairs, but turned left and into a huge hall with tables and chairs, chandeliers and orchestra with a dance floor and servants going around delivering fresh drinks and picking up old glasses.

"Wow," Lena said looking around at all the fairy tale wonder. "I didn't expect all of this," she said pulling Luke further into the hall, grabbing champagne each since no one seems to ask ID, and Lena was barely legal at eighteen, and Luke was seventeen, and nearing eighteen, and it was technically a private party so he was allowed to have a few drinks with his guardian's permission.

Luke shrugged as Lena continued holding his hand, and glaring some snooty rich girls down, as they eyed HER man up.

"Umm... yeah," Luke agreed, trying to pretend he couldn't see the death glare match, but finding it all kind of amusing anyway. "Wow, this fizzy wine stuff ain't too bad," he said leading her down some steps into the hall proper.

Lena gave Luke a pouty look, and he laughed, causing her to giggle too. "Luke, seriously, can't I even make a few enemies without you being mean and getting in the way?" she demanded, half pouting, half smirking.

"Nope, sorry, beautiful," he answered, pulling her onto the dance floor as he placed their glasses down on a table, moving her round in his arms, swaying with the music, holding her body flush with his. "I've kind of grown attached to holding you, and..." he trailed off, unable to think about what he could say.

Lena giggled, cuddling up to him, laying her cheek on her chest. "You don't need to say anything silly. I think... I think I love you too!"

Luke wouldn't have been able to stop the grin if he wanted too. "I do," he mumbled into her hair, taking in her delightful scent. "I really do love you, Lena. I know youth and everything but-."

Smiling, Lena stopped Luke with her lips pressing to his, and they kissed, eyes closing for only a few moments before they pulled back, staring adoringly into each other's eyes. They had kissed many times before, but this was different; this was after they had both confessed their feelings.

However, they hadn't the chance to relish in each other as the hall had suddenly stopped; it was quiet. Lena wasn't moving, and red just dribbled from her lips as she went limp in Luke's arms. He held her, wide eyed as the hall suddenly broke out in screams.

Looking around, Lena, Luke could see several people down with puddles of blood around them. Luke looked back to his date, tears already streaming down his cheeks as he started whimpering. He lowered Lena to the floor, trying to do CPR on her while chaos ensued around them, but nothing worked; her beautiful eyes were lifeless.

Luke cuddled his girlfriend to his chest, crying, not sure what was going on around him, and not caring about the deafening noise. He had cared about Lena for so long. He had even thought that he was a lucky one, finding the one so fast, but no. She was gone in a blink of an eye, and his chest was in pain; he wasn't even sure why she was gone; what had taken his Lena!?

"Oh, what do we have here, is the little baby muggle sad!"

Luke's eyes lit up gold as he turned, fast, looking at the man in the skeleton mask with black robes, and the man was flung back, cracking and shattering the far wall, splitting like paint, red and dead! Luke took a few deep breaths as he gently laid his girlfriend's body down, nobody having seen what he had done yet that he knew of; he stood.

"Bastards!" he roared in rage as he came up behind one of the masked, robed men, grabbed him with his arms around his neck, twisting, and snap, the man fell to the floor dead. He took his wand and stabbed it through another's chest as he carried on, snapping the kneecaps of another before shattering his face with his fist and magical force.

Luke's eyes were alight as other attackers looked to him as he charged them, smashing skulls in like a man possessed, magically enhancing his own strength without even meaning too, or knowing how he did it. He came up to another, and before he could do anything, Luke had broken the stick sending out flashes of light and stabbed him through the neck with it where he fell to his knees coughing and chocking to death.

Luke span, slamming another in the throat with a round house kick before grabbing his hair and shattering him on the floor, face-first as they span. He looked around as he broke another man's face with a quick knee to the groin, and while he bent over in pain, grabbing his head and repeatedly kneeing him in the face, blood splattering; his mask shattered.

There weren't many left and loads of the guests were dead, but looking Luke watched his grandma go down, blood pouring from her mouth, and Luke was there moments later having somehow teleported; her murderer having ran, being the only one not wearing a mask, the greasy black-haired bastard held such a smug grin!

Luke watched the man's back as he left his grandma choking on her own blood, flicking his hands, but the bastard managed to flick the ripples of light away with his sick, laughing, looking at the seventeen-year-old, amused, taunting him before he managed to flee outside.

"I'll kill you wizard, and everyone you care for!" he roared out in his rage. "Tell Dumbledore and Voldemort, I'll come for you ALL!" he screamed so loud, and he knew that piece of shit heard him.

Luke turned, rage in his eyes, but the other few had already fled. He dropped to his grandmother's side; tears in his eyes. "I-it's okay my sweet boy," she mumbled, blood puking from her lips. "Just remember, n-not all are like... them... free the world, for once, good will come!" she said as the last breath pulled from her lips.

However, Luke had little time as he sensed them; he didn't know how, but he did. He moved from his grandmother and picked up Lena's body before – it was just instinct again and he disappeared, reappearing round a corner where he saw many different people appear in the hall as he peeked round, all making popping or cracking sounds from the air pressure of the speed they teleported if he had to guess.

Luke held his girlfriends' body, cradled in his arms as he looked round; he could see an old man in the lead with a white beard and hair, and blue eyes twinkling in merriment.

"Just remove the dead; we can get rid of them as easy as trash!" the old man said smiling at the remaining living while they whimpered in fear. "Erase the others memories!" he finished when a young woman stood blocking two females younger than her from view.

"No!" the blonde girl said, worry etched on her face. She couldn't be any older than twenty-one or twenty-two. The old man was about to say something when she continued. "I won't let you hurt us; you filthy old bastard!" she screamed and a huge pressure started weighing down, pushing down on the area wobbling the air, making them heavy, the gravity being affected; manipulated, controlled.

A conduit.

"I won't let you touch my little sisters!" she screamed as the whole building started shaking apart, bricks, plaster, and mortar crumbling under the pressure they weren't designed to take. The old man was roaring for his people to stop her, but every spell they threw just veered off, away from her and her sisters in her anger, bent by gravities greater power.

The building was tearing itself apart as the pressure got more and more and more intense. Luke could see the screaming old man as the gravity was just too much, and pushing him to his knees before instinct took over, and Luke disappeared silently with his girlfriends' body, reappearing outside just as the building crashed down, shattering in a ploom of dust.

Luke watched for a few moments when he saw everyone was gone, either dead and buried, or runaway, except the girls as the dust settled, the blonde being older than him, but the other two, quite younger. He moved closer and the blonde turned to him, and for a moment he felt the oppression, but then she broke down, on her knees crying.

Moving closer quickly he spoke. "Come on; I'll help you, but we have to get out of here. We can't stop things like them if we're stuck here… what are your names?" he asked, trying to forget his girlfriend was murdered, dead, but they didn't as they looked at him, holding her in his arms.

"I'm Stella," the blonde girl whispered before gesturing her sisters. "These are Haley and Thea," she remarked as she stood, brushing herself off, wiping her tears; she was really-quite stunning with a huge chest, probably more so without all the demolition dust covering her.

"I'm Luke... Luke Evans, but I suppose, Lena... she called... well, that doesn't matter. I feel so lost," he answered, trailing off as he blabbered the unasked question. "I'm not sure what to do right now. I lost my grandma, my last remaining family, and my girlfriend, and... I had only just told her that I loved her."

Stella looked at him, feeling pity. "You know what they are, you screamed. I heard you… I saw you fight them… you used powers too… you screamed wizard!"

"They're from... they're my people, or supposed to be," Luke replied, his eyes downcast. "They threw me out; today was just a coincidence as far as I know, but..."

"They could have found out and attacked you?" she asked, reasonably.

Luke shook his head, trying to keep the lump down. "No, I think they might have been here for my grandma. She was just a normal person but... of course she may have... fuck, I don't know, I can't figure it out!" he said, annoyed as right now he couldn't think straight. "But I do know we should leave now. If that's who I think it was; he'll be back, no matter how much gravity you can control."

"You don't think that what I can do is that weird?"

"I'm a warlock so yeah I think you conduits are super weird," he said sarcastically.

"No need to be so snooty about it," she replied looking to her sisters. "Okay, we're going now?" she asked as they nodded, afraid and took her offered hands as they followed Luke as he led the way, heading as far away as he could get them.

They had been walking for an age when they took a rest; Luke placed down his girlfriends' body, sitting by her, unsure what to do now, lost, hopeless; in need of trusted guidance, but once again he felt alone, but secretly he was glad he had the girls with him.

However, he was startled as Haley had moved over. She and the other younger girl seemed to be about eleven, and looking, though Thea had short black hair, and Haley had long brown, both had near identical faces, and bright blue eyes.

"Water gives life," she muttered kneeling beside Lena's prone form. Then she just made a bubble of cool water pulled from the air around her, holding it above her hands, she placed it over Lena and it spread around her causing Luke, and her sisters to watch in awe as the water stated glowing blue, pulling the blood back and sealing Lena's wound.

However, once the water splashed away, nothing. The girl looked so sad as she placed her small hand on Lena's chest.

"I'm sorry. I waited too long," she said quietly before laying her hand back on Lena, on her head, and in but a flash she froze frosted blue/white. "I'm sorry," she said again. "I thought I could bring her back, but her body and brain have been too badly damaged? There is no way to bring back the dead"

"Yeah," Luke said gently taking the small girl's hand, and surprised her as he pulled her into his arms as she looked so sad. "Its okay, we can get through this, we're not alone, and we'll deal with that bastard old man, and the Death Eaters master!"

"Yes," she replied timidly as he let her go, and relaxed further when her older sister pulled her into a hug too. "So, are all three of you conduits?" he asked, as he realised that Thea was holding blue ball of lightning, granting them light in the darkness of night. "Gravity, electricity, and water," he said gesturing them each in turn.

"Well, you need talk, warlock!" Stella said defensively. "So, what's the deal?" she demanded. "If you have magical powers, why do you use normal people science and stuff?"

"Nergal is kind of my handle…" he muttered to himself thoughtfully, looking down at his frozen girl, depressed. "... Lena called me Techy because I'm good with... well, tech, very good. I was thrown away by a mad old man who... I don't know why, but I was given to my aunt and uncle, and they're racist against magic, and knew, so hated me, might have thrown me to the DUPs as a conduit if we were in America. I think the old man might have wanted them to kill me. It never happened, and eventually I did something big enough to get noticed.

"I've always been smart. It's kind of became my dream to do something bigger than big... to change the world," he said, shrugging. "Like… I don't know… there was… or should I say myth speaks of a small-time god, called Nergal… I'm like him, and I seek to prove the impossible… magic… super powers, whatever, why not?," he added, laughing. "But I'm going to be greater than the gods, and... I don't know, but I look forward to seeing what I can do, given a chance.

"So, I have the motivation to change the world, and now, with that," he looked to Lena as she lay so still, frozen, and gone. "I'm going to make them pay. I'll do what I need to do to bring my dreams life, and save the people from the idiots and hate."

"Okay, then Luke, well," Stella said, standing with her determined sisters. "You're not the only smarty pants around; I say we get them for what they did, and then those magic bastards coming to cover up what happened, and treat people like garbage! Let's also make sure all agency arseholes like the DUPs are put down too! We'll teach them some manners, and they'll regret ever crossing us!"

Luke stood, determined, and Lena's body floated up beside him in his strength. "Then maybe the name Nergal is suited for our new life, our new world, creating the impossible from nothing. So, let's get out of here, and look to the future, and make it better, so people like them can't hurt those weaker than them, and you know... we'll be awesome doing it!"

"Okay, big brother, Luke, right big sis?" asked Thea with a big smile. "Haley and I can't be too much help like that, but we have our powers to help out. I'm sure you'll find a way to help the world, so we can all live happily!"

Luke nodded as he led the way towards the lights of the village far in the distance; his grandmother, and Lena gone. It was the start of something new, something to rival and surpass others. Luke walked his new family into the unknown world of tomorrow, where great deeds awaited the small mismatched family that held some hope.

to be continued...

Unbeknownst to Luke and his new friends, they were being watched by a girl. She couldn't have been more than fifteen. She had long pitch-black hair and very pale skin with piercing black eyes. She was wearing a black ball gown with flowing sleeves, down to her ankles of her bare feet, low cut, showing her small cleavage.

Her red lips were covered in blood as it stained down her chin, cleavage and neck. She had a huge red stain in the centre of her dress. Her smooth cool hands held the bleeding wound on her stomach. Around her face, her veins protrude prominently.

"Filthy little Death Eaters!" she hissed out in pain. She had let her guard down just because of... augh. "Think yourselves lucky that I am sealed from your world by a magic far greater than yours. But rest assured, my grandson, add in a few greats... he will get you! I've guided him enough; my duty to my blood is over, but..."

She near growled, annoyed that she had gotten so attached to him, but she couldn't stay. This was for the best. He would become stronger without relying on magic; he needed more than that, to get his vengeance and open worlds. He was in for more than he bargained for, but she could only watch and be proud of him with no longer needing to act or pretend so much, lying, as she was annoyingly feeling bad about it.

"I hope nobody finds out I just helped make a hero," she muttered to herself, groaning as her wound hurt. "If this doesn't finally kill me... seriously after all these years. I'm going to die by the magic of some third-rate magician?" she lied to herself. "No… my conductivity won't let me rest just yet."

She groaned; annoyed with herself as she turned from watching her kin leave. "At least I set him up with some extra start-up money from his real grandmother and grandfathers will, not that he wouldn't do brilliantly without it. Though, I still wish that someone got Luke out sooner, with those wards even I couldn't get to him. I bet the old man had never thought of this. I hope I live to see the day my boy takes care to ruin Dumbledore's life, and finally end his bullshit! Fucking bastard did 'murder' me..."

Laughing seemed like the right thing to do until she winced in pain and stopped. Yeah, laughing wasn't so smart when you needed medical attention, kind of. It was just a shame she couldn't go to a magical hospital to bandaged herself up and improve her rate of healing. It lookedd like she would have to rely on the muggles as usual, but then they were not as stupid as mage had become, so maybe she was better off.

She grinned, blood on her white teeth as she disappeared in a swirl of mist, gone to watch from the side-lines, if fate was on her side again. If she died, she had left protocols for Luke under certain conditions in the future, to tell him the truth of his heritage; his birth right, but then, maybe she would let these protocols tell Luke anyway, being too chicken herself.

It could be worse she supposed. She had been hurt worse before, and with her powers, she would be fine after some medical attention and rest.