Awakening The Storm

KASSIDY

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′Abracadabra,′ Anais hummed through our group link. I laughed at the magic word childhood magicians used for whenever they pulled a trick. I soon stopped my laughter, the all-too-familiar tug started to drag my body.

I wonder why I thought I would ever get used to the feeling of being dragged through plains. It sucked a lot, the feeling of the hard tug on your soul being pushed through space just to be shoved into your body again isn’t the best feeling.

It’s like a bad taste in your mouth, just all over your body instead.

I tried to stretch my body out, feeling a bit more comfortable being in my body again, but I couldn’t move much. I sigh and play with a piece of string on the inner lining of the coffin. The padding was actually pretty comfortable to lay on, I might just take a nap in here.

Goddess knows how much rest I need.

As soon as I close my eyes, a voice filled my mind.

′Hey! Get the hell up, Sugar Plum.′ Noah’s voice snapped at me. My eyes popped open and a sneer made itself to my features.

“What the hell, Noah.” I snarled back at him over the link. I felt his playful irritation through the link and smirked a little. “Where’s Anais?” I raised my eyebrow knowing he couldn’t see it.

He chuckled darkly and the dark aura he was festering started to travel through the link.

′She’s somewhere,‘he chuckled some more. ’I’m with Stylo at the warehouse, Anais should be with Wren and the others. Most likely in the place they did the spell,′ he informed.

“Can you come here and help me with my grave?” I ask him. He sighed over the link and spoke again.

′Yeah, yeah, we’re comin’ Sugar Plum.′ He grumbled playfully and then closed the link.

I sighed to myself and looked down at my hands. They were still covered in dried blood and dirt from the last fight. I lit a flame in both hands and burned the inner lining of the coffin until the wooden box was completed immersed in flames.

Let’s get this show on the road.

I set my entire body on fire and began to dig my way through the six foot hole in the ground until I felt the surface on the tips of my fingers.

"Do you feel that?” A muffled voice sounded above my place underground.

Must really be a guard there.

If Alex wasn’t kidding, then this might be more complicated than we first thought.

"Yeah, it feels hot over here.” Another voice replied. I scoffed to myself and punched a flaming fist through the soil and lifted myself out.

There were two men standing in front of the grave where I sprouted from. They turned to me with an alarmed look on their faces and their eyes glazed over, indicating that they were mindlinking someone.

Both men walked closer towards me as their eyes lost their glaze, but a familiar voice cut them off.

“Sorry, guys. She’s gonna have to come with us,” the playful voice called out to them.

“N-noah?,” one of the men stammered. And then he turned his head to look at Stylo. “W-What? H-how?” The two men began to back away but then their eyes snapped to a glazed over white.

Mindlinking again.

That’s just great.

I looked over to Noah and seen a dangerous smirk laid across his lips while behind him, Stylo looked determined and ready to fight. Even though his body wasn’t completely nourished, he was still willing to help us.

To help me.

I guess they couldn’t wait to get into the action again.

“Noah Robinson, why am I not surprised about you being here?” The first man asked with a smirk of his own. The man was in his late twenties by the texture of his skin. He had dark hair, mean eyes, and a knowing smirk.

Noah just shrugged and pulled a cigarette from behind his ear and was about to light it, until he seen how far away I was.

“Yeah, I’m gonna need her back,” he gestures towards me, “and if I don’t, I’m gonna flip the fuck out, and no one would like that.” He shrugged, leaving his warning drifting through the graveyard. He placed the unlit cigarette back behind his ear and stared the man down.

The veins in the whites of his eyes, turned to a pulsing crimson color, and his hazel irises turned into a deadly bright black-rimmed scarlet color. His fangs seemed to grow longer and poked into his lower lip. His fangs didn’t even look like fangs anymore.

They looked more like canines to me.

From the corner of my eye, I see Stylo had gotten closer to me than he was before, and it seemed like the guards didn’t notice him either.

′I figured out the spell that was used to seal your grave, and all I need to do is to take my magic that was used in this force field,′ Stylo said over our personal mindlink.

“Okay, do it,” I replied back. He nodded and casually walked over to my grave and stopped about a yard away from me, where the force field began.

Stylo raised his hand and his eyes glazed over into a florescent white color, the power from the force field drifted from my grave and into his hand. His aura became stronger and stronger until the force field went down entirely.

“Okay, Kassidy, give me your hand,” he urged. I nodded and raised a hand out of the soil towards him.

But he never grasped my hand in time.

A wolf came out of the blue and lodged its canines into his side. A cry of pain left his lips as the wolf pounced on him and held him down.

“Stylo!” I gasped. I pushed my body up from the grave, but more wolves began to surround us. Hell, my body wasn’t even all the way uncovered by the dirt.

I look up to see if I could spot Noah anywhere, but he was too deep in his own fight to worry about me or Stylo.

I guess we have to do this on our own.

“Just use your powers damnit, Kassidy!” Noah hissed from his spot in the graveyard. “Stop making yourself seem hopeless and defenseless, you know how to fight. So damnit, fight!” He snarled. His sharp, elongated nails scratched into the man’s torso.

He was right, I always forget everything when a crisis happens.

How to fight, use my abilities, and how to care for myself.

“You’re right!” I call back to him. He kept fighting. Now it’s my turn.

I forgot my body was still on fire, best put it to work.

The wolf that was gnawing on Stylo was floating in the air. Stylo had a pained and angered look laid across his features as he held the wolf with his power.

“Go, Kassi,” he heaved out. I nodded and looked around the graveyard.

There were so many wolves coming in, but they wouldn’t step any further into the graveyard. They just lined themselves around the fence around the perimeter.

They were waiting on something.

“Noah?” I called over my shoulder. “Are you seeing this?” He grunted and the sound of a body dropping met my ears.

“Yeah, I see it,” he walked up next to me and watched the waiting wolves.

I turned my head to see where Stylo was, only to find him still dangling the wolf in the air. A mischievous smile laid on his lips as he gazed up at the wolf in his captivity.

“Noah?” I called to him.

“Yeah?” He answered.

“What’s Stylo gonna do to that wolf?” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“You don’t wanna find out.” He smirked to himself. I turned to look back at Stylo again.

The wolf whimpered as Stylo’s eyes were trained on it. Stylo dropped his hand from the air, but the wolf kept floating. He raised a finger and dragged it through the air under the wolf.

“What’s he-?” Noah cut me off.

“Shh, just watch.” He chided.

A cut appeared on the wolf’s underbelly where Stylo’s finger glided. He jammed his finger up with a rough push. The wolf howled in pain, and Stylo just smiled and laughed at its pain.

He’s torturing it.

Stylo repeated the action of finger stabbing into the air under the wolf, and more blood dropped and leaked onto the ground. The wolf cried out when Stylo began to lower the wolf closer to him, but left the wolf still in the air.

“What’s wrong, pal?” Stylo was face to face with the wolf now. He pet its face and grabbed a handful of fur on its head. “You hurt me, now it’s my turn to hurt you,” he sneered. He waved his finger around in a twirl and the wolf’s neck snapped. It’s head went in an abnormal direction and blood traveled down it’s furry neck.

“Oh my. . .” I gasped. I never knew he was so vengeful.

Noah pat my shoulder with a tug towards him. ” I told you, you wouldn’t want to see it, Sugar.” He sighed.

“Stylo?” I called out to him, but Noah slapped a hand over my mouth and pulled me back.

“Do not talk to him yet, he isn’t stable.” He warned.

Stylo turned toward us and cocked his head to the side. He waved his hand around, dropping the wolf to the ground. His eyes were still glazed over in the fluorescent white color, a crooked smile was still on his face as he looked at us. But the way he looked at us, he made it seem like he didn’t know us at all.

“What’s wrong with him?” I whispered to Noah. He shook his head and slowly walked us backwards.

“Whenever he’s in a rage, whoever made him angry, faces the worst of his wrath,” Noah explained, “but he stays lost in that rage after a while when he’s done.” He explicated more.

“So how does he go back to normal?” I ask warily. Noah sighs to himself and walks away from me towards Stylo.

“I help him, but you’re gonna wanna try to get out of here. We can finish off these wolves here. Just get back to the others, okay, Sugar?” He looks to me for assurance. I nod. “Good, get out here, it’s gonna get messy,” he cracks his knuckles.

Maybe I should try that thing I learned. . .

“Hey, Wren?” I called out to him over our shared link.

′Yes, darlin’?′ He answered.

“Where are you?” I asked, I need his exact location for this to work. I tried once while I was in Purgatory but that didn’t work.

Might as well try again.

′In the cave where you found us in Purgatory,” he said.

“Good, I’m on my way,” I respond and cut the link.

Let’s see if this’ll work this time.

I focused my mind on Wren entirely. Him, and him alone. Then focused my mind to the cave.

The fire wrapped itself around my being and shot through the air surrounding me. The familiar tug of going through space hummed around me, but stopped.

The fire dropped from around me and my body dropped onto the ground.

“Ahh!” I yelped as I fell onto the dampened ground. I spit the hair from my mouth and looked up.

“Kassidy? What are you doing on the floor?” A voice asked. A very familiar voice.

So familiar that tears aches in my eyes. So, I looked up.

“Dad?”

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