Fortunes |Book One|

Admit it, there's always a weird kid in the back of the class that nobody talks to. Don't pretend it's not true, because it is and you know it. People will always talk about how weird they are, but maybe that's because those kids are special. I'm not talking "Special help" special, or they have a mental condition, I'm talking special powers, abilities far beyond that of your imagination. These people are the weird kids in the back of the class for one reason only, they don't want anyone to know. When their secrecy is threatened, things can get...messy.
(EDITED BY Catz2345)


20. Chapter 20: Dangers

Sorcellerie was tied up in a chair in her family's basement. She looked around, not recognising her surroundings at all. She could only tell where she was because of the decor she remembered her mother and father agreeing on, what had happened? Where had it all gone wrong?

Sorcellerie couldn't see anything, the room was to dark, but she couldn't hear anyone breathing but herself, so she guessed she was alone. She couldn't remember coming here, but she knew she had to leave. Remembering the knife pocket Alkhimiya had sewn into her sleeve, she began to wiggle her arm, trying to get to her knife. Soon, she was able to slide it into her hand, opening it she began to cut through the ropes holding her. Just as she got her hands free she heard footsteps approaching the room.

Panicking, she pretended to still be tied up and sleeping, not opening her eyes as the door opened. There was only one set of footsteps, so it could only be one person, meaning no friends to the rescue. Did her friends even know she was gone? Were they coming for her? She wasn't sure if she wanted them too, what if her father hurt them?

She listened and waited intently as the footsteps paced around the room, presumably collecting things. This was perfect, it gave her the opportunity to plan her escape. Soon the footsteps began to walk towards her, stopping uncomfortably close to her chair. The owner of the footsteps quickly ripped the tape from her mouth, allowing her to pretend to wake up. It was her father standing before her. Her shock made her freeze, almost stopping her from making her next move.

Quickly she stood up, grabbing one of his arms and holding it still while she brought the knife up to his face. He caught her hand, giving a small "tut, tut," as he used his grip on her arm to fling her to the floor.

"You think you can escape me?" Her father laughed. "Please, I killed your mother, I can kill you too."

"How could you?" She asked, tears welling up in her eyes both from the betrayal of her father, and the pain of hitting the cement floor. "How could you kill your own wife?"

Edward paced closer, taking long confident strides. "You didn't think it was beyond me did you? Our family has always done whatever was necessary to gain and keep power, including murder."

"You're wrong!" Sorcellerie struggled to her feet. "The Propheties are a noble line and always have been! They would never stoop so low!"

"You're such a naive little girl," He chuckled. "Did you really think our families tendency to die mysterious deaths was a coincidence? No, we gain power from killing off anyone who stands in our way."

"You're just a sick old man, who cares about no one but himself!" She shouted, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You're nothing but a heartless, wicked, monster!"

He threw her into the wall and put an arm on her throat, hissing. "Don't talk to me like that you little worm!"

Gasping for breath and having long dropped her knife, she did the only thing that she could think of. She brought her leg up quickly, and kneed him hard. Edward groaned and dropped her, giving her the chance she needed. She ran, only stopping to pick up her knife. She found the stairs and rushed up them, screaming for help all the way. She could hear her father shouting and stomping after her, and picked up speed.

Then, a shout came in response to her wild screams for help. "Sorcellerie!"

She recognised the voice. "Alkhimiya!"

Soon, she saw her russian friend sprit around the corner, her usual fur coat flapping behind her. They ran to each other and hugged.

"I'm so glad you're safe!" Alkhimiya told her as they hugged. "Everyone else is here as well, they're just slower."

"We have to go," Sorcellerie told her as they broke apart and the others rounded the corner. "Now."

Just as Alkhimiya opened her mouth to ask, Edward threw open the door and stormed into the room. Alkhimiya pushed Sorcellerie behind her and pulled out a pocket knife.

"Stay away from Sorcellerie," she said darkly, much the same way a horror movie antagonist would speak. "I'm warning you."

The man laughed. "You think you can stop me? Please, you're only a little girl."

"You're right," Alkhimiya agreed. "But I'm still going to kick your butt."

"How dare you?!" He screamed enraged, and beginning to stomp his way towards Alkhimiya.

As he drew closer she simply raised her leg, kicking him straight in the stomach and sending him falling backwards.

Alkhimiya gave a cocky grin. "Had enough yet old man?"

Edward growled, getting up and all but launching himself at her.

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