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Home Wreckers Ch.7:
The alarm rang at five thirty, Fawn jabbed the snooze button. It rang again at six O’ clock, but she refused to acknowledge it. Her mother came in and pulled her out of bed at quarter ‘till seven and forced her into the shower.
The water hadn’t even turned hot yet when she stepped in, instantly forgetting what she was doing. The compact rested on the side of the sink along with a hair beret and an empty pack of gum. Then the compact began to jiggle. Fawn was too tired and the water drowned out the chatter of it hitting the sink counter. She had no soon got the soap out of her hair when she heard a sound. It sounded like a roar, but it definitely wasn’t an animal on earth… She wrapped her wet head in a towel and one around her body as fast as lightning.
She knew what to do this time; she knew how to stop it from chasing her. All she had to do was tell it she had summoned it… it sounded simple enough, right? As the sound grew louder, she remembered the conversation after she came back from the basement.
Black Magic.
The book drew the weak too it, that was why she had been effected so strongly. The things that it contained wanted out and Fawn was just the fool to release them. It didn’t mean that anything was wrong with her, like her mother had tried to reason, but that her mind was so one tract. She was single minded so to say, but her mom tried to convince her they were different.
As the Black haze grew and grew up from the projector like adjacent mirror, she backed out of her small bathroom. She clutched the towel and then started moving down the hall. Her parents were off to work like usual on a Thursday morning. They both had to be at the office early for the slacking on Wednesday.
She couldn’t think of anything else to do, but one. This creature was growing out of control! What was it? An ogre!
“Help!” she screamed and in a matter of seconds, Scott and Marco were at her sides ready to fend off the danger for her.
Then Marco started laughing. “I’d take this one outside, Chica, He’s gonna raise the roof if you know what I mean?”
He gave me a little shove toward the growing black mass.
“I thought you were supposed to protect me?” I said hurriedly, the mass was popping me back out of the doorway.
“No,” Scott clarified. “We do what you say…” he stared at the floor.
“I said help!”
“But that’s not a command; it’s more like a statement for us. It’s too broad to follow in the intended direction and…”
“Scott!” Marco called. “Chill, man. We don’t need a dictionary explanation.” Scott blushed a bit.
He sighed. “Still though, Paul needs his space, you should make him enter outside or risk you mother grounding you.”
That wasn’t all that she was going to do to me if the roof exploded off our house because of this one. I took a long, drawn out breath and pushed my way to the compact and used all my might to yank my body out of the small room and ran out into the front yard, towel still on. I had forgotten I had been in the shower.
The roar this time signaled that Paul was here to stay. The trees in the side yard swayed as the air around the compact was sucked inside.
“What’s going on?” I asked the other two. They smiled and kept watching, I guessed the command was too broad…
Paul emerged in a ball of purple smoke; I choked on it as it filled the streets and surrounding areas. They were only aloud through if the summoner was alone, so I knew that I was safe from exposure… for now at least. An arm, a scaled arm, jutted out from the opaque cloud and crushed the mailbox across the street. Then another arm came down and crushed my bike chained to the telephone pole… The phone poles! The wires were whipping around so much they appeared like they would snap and then the electric company would come out and investigate.
Then, the last and final part of Paul was visible to me. And it scared me out of my mind. He was as tall as a four story hotel and his forked tongue was flicking back and forth as his glowing yellow cat eyes locked on me. He bent down, sticking his snout in my face. The tongue lashed out and knocked the wound up towel from my head. The taste of my fresh skin excited him and his wings expanded on his back, charcoal colored smoke rolled from his nostrils.
Paul, the one who liked his space, the one that had a four-football field- length wing span for each wing.
Paul, the Sleeping Beauty Dragon…
"I summoned you here...!"
Catsmeow389 · Sun May 17, 2009 @ 06:55pm · 0 Comments |
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