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by Patrick D. Kaiser


  “Be careful,” I say as she peaks her head out of the non-

  existent glass

  “And don't-”

  “I know, I know.” She chatters back

  “Don't make eye contact.

  You guys better buckle up.”

  “Why?” asks Tom

  I simply smirk “The impact.”

  Leigh begins to weave her spell

  Conjuring one of the sigils of Hell

  “Is that-?” Tom gasps

  “Yup,” I say “The third inferno. The one that keeps the

  angel Michael at bay.”

  “Oh, hell no.”

  “Actually, it is Hell, yes.”

  “She's gonna nuke the whole state.”

  “Not if we conjure a gate.”

  “Right...” He responds panicking inside

  So we begin summoning runes from the other side

  Careful not to look at the eyes

  If we do, we die

  “Nothing fancy.” I say

  “We just need to put what's leftover into the ocean.”

  “You realize we can't neutralize everything?”

  “Let's have some fun. I'll start on the ring.”

  “Guess I'll take the warp.”

  Time for gate magic 101

  It's just as it sounds and just as fun

  The ring acts as a vacuum, pulling in what we designate

  The warp is the destination

  And man, the concentration it takes...

  Not to mention the strength

  Dealing with Hell's flames is hard enough

  On top of that, the taxi's taking its toll

  Sucking us dry

  We'll be severely lucky if we don't die

  Leigh chanting in Latin, the sigil burning hot

  Dying is something I'd rather not

  But this reptilian butt face needs to be skinned

  And this is our best shot to win

  “Gate's good!” Tom calls

  It's now or never

  This might just be the best magic trick ever

  Suddenly, Leigh's sigil manifests flames of blue

  A little concerning to tell the truth

  Blue flames are something I've never seen her do

  Putting it aside I yell “It's all you.”

  At my words she lets out a yell

  “Ignite!” Thus emerge the flames of hell

  The basilisk let's out an enormous hiss

  From here to Texas, candles burn to the wick

  The beast wriggles and writhes as the flames engulf

  Before they can spread, they're sucked through the gate

  whole

  All that remains are the ones burning the snake

  In Georgia it's a delicacy called reptilian bake

  Maybe we can sell some and get rich

  I see Leigh struggle as her body starts to twitch

  “Hang in there.” I call “It's almost done!”

  As quick as the flames burn, they concentrate and build

  As an explosion erupts knocking the taxi and throwing

  us to the hills

  Rumbled and tumbled, we're knocked around

  As the driver's displeasure loudly sounds

  “What the hell?!

  Do you know how much repairs are gonna cost?

  We'll be in the shop until the next Packer's loss!

  Stupid kids... I swear, I'm moving to Bermuda.”

  He revs up the engine

  As off we go

  The taxi struggling as it moves comparatively kinda

  slow

  Looking back all that's left of the basilisk is a vacant shell

  “Nice job!” I say as Leigh's slumber quells

  Her eyes getting heavy

  “I can't believe that actually worked.” Tom says

  “Me neither.” Leigh gives a yawn

  As they both nod off, not to wake until dawn

  “Yeah, that's if it did.” I say to myself

  For now we managed it without help

  Arriving to town, we arrive at the inn

  Approaching the counter, there's a rough satyr chewing a

  can

  He lets out a burp “Can I help you?”

  He looks to Leigh and Tom, unconscious and hovering

  My magic holds them

  Being an O.D. here is dangerous

  Especially if the locals make the discovery

  “Yeah,” I reply “just need a room.”

  “You seem familiar.” The satyr chews “I know you?”

  “No. Just passing through.”

  “Wait, you were that kid with Jack Frost.

  As I remember it, you came to town and you killed the

  boss.”

  “That was Jack. And nothing he didn't deserve.”

  “That'll be ten shillings.”

  The price almost hurts

  “That's outrageous!” I bite

  “Consider it insurance, in case you cause trouble.”

  Slimey conman, compared to last time that's over double

  “Fine.” I say, my wallet now empty

  Causing trouble now a little more tempting

  Just out of spite

  But gotta focus on the case

  We've only got one night

  I wonder about the look on my face

  I take my partners up to the room

  Drop them into bed, under the shinning moon

  They're exhausted – All the mana they used

  Small price for the win

  I'm honestly low too

  But I've got one stop to make

  Before I can sleep

  So I head into town

  To myself I keep

  My reputation could cause issue

  Makes me think of Jack

  This keeps up, I might need a tissue

  Arriving at the door of the Headless Hand

  I give a knock

  “Password!” a voice yells from inside

  “O.D.s suck.”

  Unlocking the door, the voice responds “Damn.

  Who are you and what do you want?”

  He looks at me through giant glasses with squinty eyes

  A maimed old man no more than 4'5

  “Nate?” He asks

  “Yup.” I smile

  “Boy, oh boy! It's been a while!

  Look I heard about Jack, I'm sorry.” Dave's tone low

  “Actually, I'm here to grab her T.O.A.D.”

  For those not in the know

  T.O.A.D. stands for total offensive action dispenser

  It's a collection of dangerous artifacts

  The kind you need if you have a certain task

  For example... killing Death

  He looks away nervous and takes a breath

  “I kinda sold it...”

  “To who?” I say through gritted teeth

  He's lucky I'm not making him bleed

  As my mana begins to flood the air

  He's actually expecting it

  I mean fair's fair

  “To a peddler named Traf.” He says, eyes full of fear

  “His stall opens tomorrow at 9.

  He also has a mystic Sin I hear.”

  “You're lucky I don't beat you for being stupid.” I say

  As by the pressure of my mana, the building quakes

  “I'll let it slide since it's apparently my lucky day.

  I'm currently tracking the Sins.

  You're gonna meet me tomorrow

  And make introductions with Traf.

  And if he doesn't have either of the items

  You're not gonna last.”

  “Deal...” He whimpers

  As I walk out the door

  My blood boiling to my core

  That idiot sold it?

  In the end it works out

  Finding a Sin is good

  But I still hate this town

  I'll get some rest

  Then go meet this Traf />
  If he's lucky I might even nicely ask

  Falling to sleep I close my eyes

  But what I dream makes me wanna hide

  Trial 10: Churn and burn

  My dream – Choppy

  Like an unfinished movie

  But the cuts of scenes

  Terrify me, truly

  Kids in cages

  Tortured and scarred

  I catch glimpses

  Of the whip striking hard

  Suddenly, my perspective is one of the chained

  I feel the whip, the searing pain

  I cry out for help

  To no avail

  I beg it to stop

  This living hell

  At last it does, and I turn to see

  My brother approach

  And he looks at me

  He reaches his hand

  I swell with fear

  Only to see his malicious smile

  As the scene fades and disappears

  The scene goes dark

  Another choppy cut

  To a conversation

  But it's unclear what

  Words are missing where they should be

  Sentences half finished

  One thing is clear

  I wish I didn't see

  The question remains

  What do they want with children?

  Each thought scares me

  More than the last

  It's not looking good

  For this movie's cast

  The scene fades to black

  To the sound of TV static

  I had a vision

  Choppy, but dramatic

  Does that mean my Sight is returning

  Suddenly, I hear screams

  Something's burning

  I open my eyes

  As smoke floods the room

  Outside the window

  I see a giant boom

  Tom rushing around in a panic

  “Bout time you wake up!” He calls manic

  “Leigh went out to investigate and help.

  Just to be clear, I blame you for this hell.”

  “The town's on fire...” I say in a daze

  “No kidding!” Tom bites giving a nasty gaze

  “What happened?” I ask

  “We were hoping you could tell us.

  Last thing we knew we were riding in the taxi.

  Then we wake up here

  To the sounds of wood burning and houses blasting.

  We gotta hurry and figure out what's causing it!”

  I look to the town

  It burns of blue

  My stomach drops

  Surely, she wouldn't be such a fool?

  “I'm going to find Leigh!” I call, rushing out

  Last thing I hear is Tom asking “What about...?”

  Blue flames are something to do with her and her blood

  Stepping into the street, chaos burns and floods

  My vision foggy but not as much as before

  I can see a slight trail, but it strains my eyes, sore

  I follow it, pushing through the pain

  I've got to find her quick

  Before the next move of this game

  Somehow they're involved, my brother and the other

  Don't ask me how

  I just have a feeling

  Like indigestion

  And it has me reeling

  What the hell are they up to?

  What does Death have planned?

  It has to have something to do with the man

  The thief going around

  The one stealing the sins

  Somehow he's the key

  He's how they intend to win

  Sifting my way through wreckage and flame

  I hear someone call my name “Nate!”

  Dave, hobbling through the street

  Hacking and wheezing – Like a goat he bleats

  “Dave? What the hell?” I call to him

  “We had an appointment!” He snaps at me

  “The town's kinda burning in case you couldn't see.”

  “I know that!” His tone heavy and dark

  “I believe Traf is guilty in some part.”

  “Traf? Why?”

  “That Sin has brought more trouble than needed,

  Probably because it's magic is seeded...”

  “Seeded in what?” I ask

  “It's mixed in the scuffs between the Trolls and Goblins.

  They're gluttony and greed.

  I ask that you remove it from here

  Before the town bleeds.”

  “Well, let's go.”

  As he leads the way

  All roads lead to the Sin

  That's easy enough to claim

  Something still bugs me

  The blue flame and Leigh

  What's the connection?

  What's the game?

  Finally, we arrive at a makeshift stall

  There stands a troll, easily ten foot tall

  “You might've warned me he was a troll.” I whisper to

  Dave

  “Didn't I?” He asks confused

  “Oh well, at least act brave.

  Those items we discussed,” He addresses the troll

  “We'd like to take them off your hands.

  You know, to lessen the toll?”

  “You think,” Traf booms “I'll give them up to you?

  Do you realize how much they're worth?”

  “Yes,” I chime in “More than you do.”

  “What's this, Dave?

  You brought an errand boy?

  Get out of my face. This place is burning

  And they aren't toys.

  I'm hitting the road.

  They'll fetch me an easy price.”

  “Well,” I say “I tried asking nice.”

  I pull out my watch

  Hold it up like a badge

  “By authority of the Organization

  You are here by ordered to relinquish your claim!

  Do it now!

  I'm not playing games!”

  “You brought an O.D.?!” Traf booms in rage

  “You little snitch!

  Damn you Dave!

  I'll make sure the whole black market knows your name!

 

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