Home Wreckers Ch.2:
The car ride had been too peaceful for Fawn. The silence causing that obnocious ringing in her skull until her mother honked at an old friend.
Then she spoke. "Why did you do it Fawn? Why did you purposely disobey me?" her mother sounded hurt and pathetic. When Fawn didn't speak, she continued. "Was it because I told you not to? Maybe I was putting too much emphasis on the trunk? You know I tend to be stren about you not going anywhere near it... God! Why did I have to keep that damn book!" she slammed her hand on top of the steering wheel.
"I thought it wasn't real..." Fawn started. "All the stuff that I over heard you and your tea buddies talking about... I just thought that it was all fake. You made it up just cause you didn't want me snopping around for my birthday presents..."
Her mom half smiled. "Well, Honey, it sure is and now we have a fictional monster running around uptown." she laughed. "Now you have to go cath him..."
"What?" Fawn bent forward so fats that it gave her a slight headache. "That's not fair! I don't know how...!"
Her mother laughed more openly now. "Neither did I when I first opened it and look! I'm still whole!" she smiled at her daughter and glanced at the book on the floor. "Use it, Hun. You're a very smart girl and you have a very vivid imagination. You'll do just fine."
The car stopped and I stepped out unwillingly, that is. How was I supposed to stop a six hundred pound Manticore? I didn't even know how I knew what a Manticore was! I guessed mom's blood ran through my veins so that would explain it.
She drove fast, was she trying to get away? I sat on the curb and flipped the book to the page where I cast the spell. I was surprised that I could even say the words!
Mom's blood again, no doubt...
Glancing down the rough page I pressed my finger over the picture of my pursuer. The head of a pure monster, the body of a lion, the horns of a goat, and the tail of a serpent. That was what was chasing me so fuvently. I scanned the rest of the page to look at all the information. The words flowed freely in my mind, my mouth not daring to make a sound in fear that I may summon another creature. So far, the book said nothing about locating anything other than it's self, but it did tell me that the summoned would seek out its summoner.
That was me. Sadly.
I pulled a small pack of Skittles out of my front pocket, ripped it open, and sucked on a green apple. They were Sour Skittles... darn. I wanted the original.
"Can I have one...?" asked someone with a hint of a forgien accent.
I glanced up, it was a boy about my age it seemed. "Um... " I faltered. He was Mexican and his dark brown eyes were boring hole in my face.
"Well?" His accent slightly disappearing. He held out his hand, took the lemon yellow one from my fingers, and popped it into his mouth. He guestered toward to the Black Magic book resting in my lap. "What that?" He said using a jazzed up Mxican slang. His face scrunched up from the sour.
It was forbidden, to open the book, and most of all tell people about it! That was unprofesional I figured. The more he stared the more uncomfortable I became. Those eyes were scary to me. They were frustrated and angry. What? All because I didn't tell him the Skittles were Sour Skittles? That was a lame reason.
"It's nothing..." I said snottily. He glared evilly.
Once he turned to walk away, I peered down the page freely this time. The fear of someone watching gone, I started reading aloud, but only the phrases that I thought weren't commands.
"Come through reflective surfaces..." I whispered to myself. "Can transition to human when crossed over to the Light World."
The Light World...?
Catsmeow389 · Sat May 16, 2009 @ 12:09am · 0 Comments |