No-One But You (The Mystic Consultant) - Part 1
Chapter Eighteen: The Meddler (Part 8)
Victor reluctantly said goodnight to his friendly roommate, then he took off to his room.
It was officially awkward city between them, and it was all Ezekiel's fault. Victor was pretty stubborn about it. He was also told that he could be "too emotional" by some of the people in his life.
Wong said shit like that all the time.
Victor thought it all over as he closed the door to his room, then he cleared away some space on his floor.
The baby Strange started drawing a symbol. He refused to let Ezekiel slide with what he did. Victor wanted to understand what he was doing, and why.
The young sorcerer decided to contact him, or feel around for his location. Victor finished drawing the symbol, then he started looking around for something that belonged to his crime lord "boyfriend".
A shirt? A gift? A picture? Victor noticed that he had nothing of the sort. He couldn't find anything in his stupid bedroom that belonged to Ezekiel.
Everything had evaporated, just like him.
"Christ..."
Victor gave a slow sigh, then he pressed on. The baby Strange sat down in the center of the symbol, then he tried to relax.
He tried to focus on Ezekiel's unique pattern of energy, but he was also a little shooken up. Victor kept trying...
Some hefty self doubt swooped in, and that unwavering anxiety that he struggled with picked up instead. Victor opened his eyes pretty quickly, then he covered his face with his hands.
He was friggen...pissed off. Stressed, sad, and then some. Victor hated what was happening, and he hated not knowing even more.
The baby sorcerer exhaled it all out, then he tried concentrating again. He tried to take the energy that he felt within Clint Barton, and trace it back to its source.
Energy, frequency, vibrations...waves. Victor knew that he could follow the trail. He did his best to follow it.
His attempt didn't go unnoticed, and he started thinking that he was on the right path. Victor paused where he was for a second, then he sent out his astral form.
Victor's translucent projection of his inner self kept staring. Dead ahead. He almost said something out loud, but ...
He understood after a while that he was all alone. Ezekiel's trail of energy went cold. It simply stopped. Victor noticed something else in that moment, and several things started making sense.
His "crime lord" boyfriend wasn't in their dimension at all, and that was why his energy suddenly stopped.
Victor felt cold, and he noticed a steady wind. The sensation of wind was a bit of a clue, so he continued looking around.
Someone else was involved. It was someone that was very strong. Strong enough to hide Ezekiel in a place that Victor obviously couldn't reach.
Vishanti vibes were all over the place...
It wasn't Agamoto, because his energy was more electric, and intense. Intense like his brother...
Victor wasn't in the mood for that, so he kept processing the scene that he was in.
What he felt in that moment also wasn't an energy that belonged to the entity named Hoggoth.
Victor knew that he'd be burning up where he sat, if it was. Astral form or not, Hoggoth's energy just burned.
No. Victor kinda figured out who was hiding him. Oshtur was the culprit. Victor was sure. The baby Strange inhaled a very deep sigh. He closed his eyes again, then opened them back up in his actual body.
He processed what he learned, then the baby sorcerer checked the time.
Victor decided that he would visit Steve Rogers in the morning, and see if he would let him speak to Ezekiel.
Chapter: END
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