Dave ST Posted May 9, 2016 Share Posted May 9, 2016 Somewhere in Salem's ominous and spooky neighborhood... “Did you bring it?” asked a deep male voice. The mist danced about his feet as he disturbed it every anxious step forward. The remains of ancient construction surrounded him, offering him perfect camouflage in the shadows of the old underground cellar. Broad shouldered but draped in a gaudy cloak and robes his face remained obscured. “I did, it's here.” His accomplice handed him the book she was carrying at her side. “It was not easy, what with the librarian watching every tome like a hawk. We won't have much time, he does inventory every morning, but it was right where he said it would be, a secret passage behind one of the shelves.” She was shorter than the man who snatched the book away greedily. He was an adult, but she couldn't have been anymore than seventeen or eighteen. The cloaked man placed the book upon a make-shift alter fabricated from animal bones and fresh earth and what looked to be duct tape and Gorilla Glue. “Natalie, sweetie, if this works like he said, then everything will be alright and Archimedes can count all the books he likes.” Natalie paced about, feeling kind of stupid in her patched together ceremonial cloak and robe. “Do you really believe all this? I mean seriously, the librarian at the local high school is Archimedes? Some guy tells you that and you just buy it? Dad, this is nuts!” She spread her arms out wide as if to display everything that was set around her. The witchy looking circle etched into the floor, the makeshift alter, the deep, forgotten underground cellar. It wall just too nuts for her. “Dad... I-” Her father spun about, swishing up the eerie mist that coiled heavily on the chambers floor. “No. Natalie, I don't want to hear anymore about this. Look, I don't care if the librarian is Archimedes, or Marlon Brando-” “Who's Marlon Brando?” She asked, with an eyebrow quirked. Her father sighed and shook his cloaked head. “Sweetie, it's not important. What matters is that if that man was right, and this book will do what he said it will do, we can be a family again. You, me and your mother.” He clutched her shoulders and squeezed her tightly, unceremoniously trying to instill her with the hope and confidence he possessed. Jeff wasn't a fool. He knew how outlandish all of this looked and sounded, but if his benefactor was right, Jeff and his daughter had the opportunity to right one the cosmos's grievous wrongs. Denise had been his love, his whole world. She was his high school sweetheart, a terrific mother and devoted wife. It wasn't fair the way she was taken away from him and Natalie. “This is insane, but, whatever.” Natalie finally caved in. When all this turned out to be a hoax and it failed utterly she could go back to her senior year, her dad would head back to the bar and being drunk all the time, and her life would go back to the level of normal she was acquainted with. “What do I need to do?” The ritual was easy enough to set up. They had gathered all the proper herbs and material offerings and set them within their designated spots within the magic circle. It wasn't long before Jeff was prepared to begin. He opened the book, a strange collection of thin metallic foil sheets embossed with various symbols. As he'd flip the pages the embossed inscriptions would press themselves through to the next page, changing and conforming to whatever the new pages contents were. He couldn't read a work of it, but he flipped to a particular page, counting along as he did and began speaking the words as he was instructed. Natalie rolled her eyes at the whole thing as it played out. The words were nothing but gibberish to her and the entire ritual was just a desperate man clinging on to hope. Her mother was dead, if she could accept it, why couldn't her father? Then something most peculiar happened. The air grew heavy and within the center of the circle she noticed, hovering in the center, a strange smoky pin point of mist. Slowly the mist upon the floor started to collect and swirl ever upward towards the pinpoint until it started to resemble a smokey sphere. Stunned by what she was seeing, Natalie took a few instinctive steps backwards as the entire scene began to freak her out just a bit. Then, in a sudden burst that sounded like a head splitting 'thump', the sphere of mist exploded. The shockwave threw Natalie off her feet and sent her dad flying to one of the far flung corners of the cellar. A couple miles away, Michael Lancaster, junior at Salem high and all around great guy had just exited the small store where he worked at the pier and was heading to his car. Mike had a good life, well loved and liked by everyone and who knew him and had a bright future ahead of him, why wouldn't he? After all he was about to be handed one of Fate's cruel moments. He'd never missed a day of school, was a star employee and had an awesome college scholarship waiting for him until a sudden blast of gray mist roiled over him like a smokey tsunami. It tasted like mud mingled various spices. It burned his nostrils and throat, making him feel like his innards were on fire. He coughed several times, supporting himself against his car until finally, he collapsed. As he fell to he ground and his vision grew hazy he noticed a man standing atop the roof of the store where he worked. His eye had a red shimmer to them and he was tucking something that looked like a recorder (the instrument, not a digital recorder) into his pocket. He flashed a toothy smile at the choking Michael. “Let the fun begin,” he said softly, never ceasing to grin. The Next Day... The Scions of Salem had what was pretty much the lamest gig around. They were supposed to be saving the world from some great evils, but ever since their divine parents had awakened their divine powers they'd been nothing but divine bored for the better part of a couple of divine weeks. The start of the school year had gone off without a hitch and they'd reacquainted themselves with school life. The five of them all sat in Ms. Elliot's Spanish class several minutes before the bell was set to begin class. Despite being in separate grades, Grace was an ace in Spanish, so was permitted the more advanced class. Rumors were already floating about how Michael Lancaster hadn't shown up for school today. Considering he'd never missed a day in his life, people were already formulating rumors. So far it was alien abduction, kidnapped by Al-Qaeda, and Stacey Sinclair had totally gone off the deep end and was holding him in her basement. Her crush on him was legendary... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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