Shadow Crawlers. Part 25

The weekend is looking like it’ll be a good one.

I’m going to see the Hunger Games tonight with some friends (I’m hoping they’re not using the whole Shaky Cam thing again because that’s annoying as hell. I want to see what’s happening, not the ground every three seconds.)

Then tomorrow is the Doctor Who 50th Anniversary special.

AND I should be getting the new Zelda game on Monday or Tuesday. (I’m hoping Monday, but Tuesday will suffice too, I guess.)

So the next few days are going to be awesome!

On with the show

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Part 1, Part 24

Simon had left them to speak to Joey, Brett looked at Rose

“Do you think they believed us?”
“Seemed so. There’s no real way of knowing. We’ll just have to see how it all plays out.”
“I don’t like having unknown factors thrown in. Besides, it makes things dangerous for them.”
“What do you care?”
“It makes it dangerous for us too. What if they stumble in and distract one of us? That split second could leave one of us out of the fight. The odds are bad enough as it is. And you know what’ll happen if Grady dies.”
“Yeah, same thing as will happen to you.”

“Exactly.” Brett turned and left the room, Rose was sitting on one of the couches, the TV was on, she was watching some reality TV show. Brett went upstairs to the room he was sharing with her. He wanted some time to think.  He wasn’t sure that Rose had believed him about Grady being his master too, but it was good she thought that, at least until he could figure out who was. He should have died the moment Tom did. His memory of the release was hazy, unclear, he had been too consumed with his own petty desires. He shuddered. It was never a pleasant way to be. They’d need to talk to Grady too, get her to understand everything, she could control it to some extent. Perhaps if she really understood what was going on, she could be an asset rather than a liability.

Amy and Grady sat in Grady’s room in silence. They were both too stunned to really talk. It was insane, magic, real actual magic, existed. Grady had half expected to be told that loads of people could do it, that there was some sort of training grounds. Perhaps it was just a biological quirk, maybe even the next step in human evolution. She didn’t know how it worked, but then she didn’t understand physics either. It didn’t matter if she understood it, all she needed to know was that it happened. All things considered, she thought that they were taking it well, at least, better than people in books and TV shows, but then they had been surrounded by the idea of magic since birth, fairytales, Harry Potter, Charmed. It made magic seem normal. If there was normal magic, then surely it would stand to reason that there was bad magic too, people who wanted to use it for control. She didn’t know how strong Rose and Simon really were, but she suspected they weren’t all that strong. Not really. The family was rich, maybe that’s how they pulled strings. It would make things easier and make them less of a target.
“It’s kind of a shame.”
“What is?”
“That it’s genetic, not like potions or radioactive waste or something.”
“I guess. I don’t know if I’d want to be like that.”
“What? Why the hell not? It’d be awesome. Think about it. Your drink is always cold, or hot, you could cook dinner instantly or freeze the left over’s without thinking about it.”
“You can’t tell anyone about it for fear of dissection, you always have to be careful and paranoid, you have the worry of hurting someone you love accidently.”

“I still say it would be awesome.”
Grady shook her head and they settled back into silence. It would be cool, but if given the choice, Grady would want a week or two to think about it properly. If she had been born like that her parents would have sold her out in a second, going on talk shows and taking publicity shots. She’d probably have been sold to the highest bidder when they got bored of her too. Sometimes it was better to just be normal.

Brett had made his decision. He’d have to tell her. He’d do it tomorrow, so she’d be less overwhelmed, they needed as much help as possible and Grady could be an asset to them. Even if it was only for a short while.

The body was fairing much better than she expected, there wasn’t as much backlash from each practise session and soon there would be none. The body was failing of course, they always did in the end, but the next one would last much longer. She looked at herself in the mirror, there were no obvious, outward signs of danger or disability. There was no weeping blood, no blood splatter on the clothes. She walked slowly in place, no limp either. Good. Anything that drew attention was a liability. She needed to blend into the crowd. The physical appearance of the body was attractive, but not overly so, pretty enough now, without any make up or adornments, no one would look twice at her. Good.

She left the hotel room, ignoring the slight bloodstains on the sheets. They wouldn’t find her and they’d probably come across stranger things in places like this. She walked out of the hotel and started again.

Practise was getting easier too. Occasionally she accidently caused problems, but that would be remedied in time. It was just the pent up energy she had. Once that was spent it would cease to be as much of an issue. For now she needed a battle plan. If she just attacked out right, she could easily stumble into some sort of trap, it had happened before after all. She’d have to come at them one by one if possible, get them alone. No doubt they’d be prepared for that too. She’d have to incapacitate them, rather than kill them outright. Controlling their bodies would be hard, if not impossible and she wouldn’t be able to do more than one at any time. If she killed them, they’d just flee into another body. She needed them trapped there, once that happened, she could take her time. They could usually flee if they wanted, but there were ways of stopping that. Her attack needed to be swift, surprising and deadly. The one’s who controlled fire and ice were the biggest concern, the other wasn’t as serious a threat. If her body was frozen solid, or damaged too much by fire, it could mean disaster. She had experimented that morning with pain. It wasn’t too bad, but if her body was on fire, she’d be incapacitated. Once she had control of them, she’d make them pay for what happened.

She looked at the passing crowds. She’d need a new body soon, she scanned everyone that passed, trying to decide which one was perfect. After three hours she had found no one. It didn’t concern her. Once she had a new body, she’d go on the offensive, try to scare them out of hiding and maybe set up an ambush. She wanted to be in the best shape possible before battle.

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About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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