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on them when they hit the ground.
-We can put a stop this magic now. -
"Sam, watch out!"
Something hit me again, this time in the back of the head. I saw stars, literally, as I collapsed onto the ground. I lost control of my body, unable to move but I could hear and feel as the caps continued to chew at my flesh. I saw the Undine swim by as it wrestled with an animated bottle cap. And then I saw Muffler standing over me. It raised a piece of flat metal ready to plunge it into my chest.
The Fetch's movements slowed as a faint red tinge seeped into the edges of my sight. Then darkness followed with soft sparkling stars.
-Samantha, we can end this.-
No—you're trying to change me.
-No. We're here to help you. This situation is too far gone for simplicity. There are more foes working against you than you can see.-
I…I don't understand.
-Fetches like these are directed like little robots. Someone is pulling their strings. Perhaps…you would like to find out who?-
On the outside I wasn't going to listen to this voice. I knew it was wrong, that somewhere, at some point, someone was going to see the Arcane and the Parliament was going to take action. But inside I knew I needed its help.
-We are a part of you now. Just as we should be. Now, let us help you. Let us end this and save your mother and your friend.-
Kyle!
I don't remember giving vocal approval. The world grew bright again and I could see the Fetch and the piece of metal. Before it came down into my chest, I reached out and grabbed it.
"No." It was my voice, my body and my strength, but it felt like it did before. Powerful. Unstoppable.
Intoxicating.
The metal melted in my hand but it didn't burn. In a nice, beautifully orchestrated succession the rest of the Fetch's suit melted until it was nothing more than a lump of metal. The caps stopped spinning as I reached out with what felt like a second skin. I willed them away like tiny insects and each of them disintegrated into nothing.
Just like my dad's house.
Standing, I saw Grey inside the Jeep in the driver's side, panting, on her side. A dark, bloody stain marred her beautiful coat. I looked inside of the wound and found the ruptured muscles, veins and flesh and mended them. Repaired them.
I heard Kyle and looked over the Jeep to see he'd picked up a pipe and was fighting the Concrete Fetch. I walked around the front of my Jeep, held up my hand and pulverized the concrete into sand, returning it to its base elements. And if I looked hard enough, I could see the creature beneath. It had a shape like a large mushroom and little else. It hopped and moved away from me, thinking it was protected because it was invisible.
I made a fist with the hand I held out. The little creature twisted like a Twizzler until its tenuous hold in this world snapped and I could hear the backlash of magic as its creator felt the same pain. A car engine started. I looked down the path I'd driven in time to see a sedan haul ass out of one of the other turns. It screeched tires as it peeled away.
Too late. I reached out with the beautiful, glittering magic and yanked the vehicle back. The front end came up and the car pinwheeled backwards, ass over end, twice before it came to rest on its side. I waited for someone to get out. But nothing alive stirred.
And now… now there was one left. The Spider.
"Sam? Stop."
I turned to see it rolling back and forth on the ground, the bottle half full of water. The holes in the plastic gave it some relief but they weren't large enough for a good amount of the water to escape, and my Gnome made good work of its wire legs. They looked like pruned branches of a bush. Short and useless.
"Now it's time to see who is pulling your strings, little puppet." It was my voice, but I didn't direct it. I didn't stop it either.
The Spider rocked and shivered and I could see the little creature as a part of it. I sent tiny little tendrils of Arcane Power toward it, pierced its little body, and knelt
-We can put a stop this magic now. -
"Sam, watch out!"
Something hit me again, this time in the back of the head. I saw stars, literally, as I collapsed onto the ground. I lost control of my body, unable to move but I could hear and feel as the caps continued to chew at my flesh. I saw the Undine swim by as it wrestled with an animated bottle cap. And then I saw Muffler standing over me. It raised a piece of flat metal ready to plunge it into my chest.
The Fetch's movements slowed as a faint red tinge seeped into the edges of my sight. Then darkness followed with soft sparkling stars.
-Samantha, we can end this.-
No—you're trying to change me.
-No. We're here to help you. This situation is too far gone for simplicity. There are more foes working against you than you can see.-
I…I don't understand.
-Fetches like these are directed like little robots. Someone is pulling their strings. Perhaps…you would like to find out who?-
On the outside I wasn't going to listen to this voice. I knew it was wrong, that somewhere, at some point, someone was going to see the Arcane and the Parliament was going to take action. But inside I knew I needed its help.
-We are a part of you now. Just as we should be. Now, let us help you. Let us end this and save your mother and your friend.-
Kyle!
I don't remember giving vocal approval. The world grew bright again and I could see the Fetch and the piece of metal. Before it came down into my chest, I reached out and grabbed it.
"No." It was my voice, my body and my strength, but it felt like it did before. Powerful. Unstoppable.
Intoxicating.
The metal melted in my hand but it didn't burn. In a nice, beautifully orchestrated succession the rest of the Fetch's suit melted until it was nothing more than a lump of metal. The caps stopped spinning as I reached out with what felt like a second skin. I willed them away like tiny insects and each of them disintegrated into nothing.
Just like my dad's house.
Standing, I saw Grey inside the Jeep in the driver's side, panting, on her side. A dark, bloody stain marred her beautiful coat. I looked inside of the wound and found the ruptured muscles, veins and flesh and mended them. Repaired them.
I heard Kyle and looked over the Jeep to see he'd picked up a pipe and was fighting the Concrete Fetch. I walked around the front of my Jeep, held up my hand and pulverized the concrete into sand, returning it to its base elements. And if I looked hard enough, I could see the creature beneath. It had a shape like a large mushroom and little else. It hopped and moved away from me, thinking it was protected because it was invisible.
I made a fist with the hand I held out. The little creature twisted like a Twizzler until its tenuous hold in this world snapped and I could hear the backlash of magic as its creator felt the same pain. A car engine started. I looked down the path I'd driven in time to see a sedan haul ass out of one of the other turns. It screeched tires as it peeled away.
Too late. I reached out with the beautiful, glittering magic and yanked the vehicle back. The front end came up and the car pinwheeled backwards, ass over end, twice before it came to rest on its side. I waited for someone to get out. But nothing alive stirred.
And now… now there was one left. The Spider.
"Sam? Stop."
I turned to see it rolling back and forth on the ground, the bottle half full of water. The holes in the plastic gave it some relief but they weren't large enough for a good amount of the water to escape, and my Gnome made good work of its wire legs. They looked like pruned branches of a bush. Short and useless.
"Now it's time to see who is pulling your strings, little puppet." It was my voice, but I didn't direct it. I didn't stop it either.
The Spider rocked and shivered and I could see the little creature as a part of it. I sent tiny little tendrils of Arcane Power toward it, pierced its little body, and knelt
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