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== Prologue, Part 5 - Escape ==
"This is Unit 451 calling in. We've found three hooligans hiding in the bushes." A tall man, laughably lanky but somehow intimidating, speaks into one of those cop-thingy speakers. I look at Angela and Lilith, and my fear is echoed in their faces: We were going to be arrested.
"You're under custody, ladies." He says, I shoot a panicked look towards Lilith. What are we going to do now?! Magic? Smooth-talk our way out? Run? All three options are dubious at best, and it's obvious we can't convince them we're innocent. Angela stinks like Alcohol, I have a bloody nose, and Lilith looks roughed up from all the towing and restraining me. They know we were party-goers.
I curse slowly and silently to myself for going to the party in the first place. Mom is going to be all over me when I get home. It's Lilith who eventually decides our course of action though. When she looks at me, I catch her eye and the look in her eyes makes it clear that she know what we should do. I know as well and we give each other a small nod of acknowledgement. My hand is grasping my wand.
And then we both yell, pointing our wands at the officer. The blast of Ice that engulfs him is so strong that we're thrown onto our backs, lying in the grass. Before us, the Officer is frozen solid into a block of Ice. Now is the time for escape.
Without hesitation, I mount my broom and I'm off wheeling into the night. Lilith appears behind me, a half-conscious, but obviously terrified Angela clutching at her with fright. I slow down a bit to fly beside Lilith.
"That was...." I say slowly.
"Close. Really close." She finishes. I nod. We had a lucky escape this time. But now worry creased me. We used magic openly. When the officer thaws out, he'll tell them all about our spellcasting. In my uncertainty, I ask, "Do you think he'll tell them about our Ice Blast?"
"Of course. Question is, are the cops stupid enough to believe him?" She said. I look down at the Pleasantview suburbs, craning my neck behind me. I could see the flickering of the police sirens and small dots being rounded up and compressed into a tight ball. Teenagers getting arrested. Gina and Amanda must be somewhere among them. That was possibly the only positive thing about it.
"What do you mean?" I ask, unsure. But once she opens her mouth I still her as I realize, "Oh... of course... people in Pleasantview hardly believe in Magic. I forgot."
Back where I lived it was usual to see people with broomsticks on the street, flying around and enjoying themselves. But apparently in SimNation, Magical communities were rare, if not, non-existent.
We gradually descend towards the Pleasant's house. The lights are on. I check my watch and it's about 10PM. We've been gone for about an hour. Mom mentioned this morning she'd be off to the Pleasants in the evening for something big. She probably arrived just now. I can see her through the window, headed down the basement where the Pleasants kept all their magical things like regeants, Cauldrons...
Burnt out and tired, we head into the hallway. Angela seems to have fallen unconscious during the flight, as she only gives out a faint moan when shaken. She's still breathing though, so that's a good sign. Lilith resorts to carrying her piggy-back. We tidy ourselves up using our wands. I manage to make the bloodflow of my nose stop for a while, but if I'm gonna have to fix my nose, I'd need to see an expert healer (in this case, Mom) to heal it. We're going to have to be honest with our parents though. After all, how are we going to explain why Angela stinks like Alcohol? We can't make the stench disappear with magic, since Angela's got the alcohol in her bloodstream and is sweating it out right now. And trying would be risky. Magic is dangerous business if it isn't handled right.
And it seems our parents haven't handled it right this time. The sound of yells alarms us. It's coming from below, so I know it must be our parents. As much as I hated mother, I loved her to the core as well, and I'm sure Lilith does too with her parents. Their screaming alarms us to the point we go a pale white sheet. In mere moments, we're crashing down the stairway leading into the basement, yelling frantically for our for mothers and Lilith's father.
"Open the bookcase!" I shriek. The bookcase was used as a magical concealer to hide the Pleasant's magical artifacts. Our families agreed, long ago, to keep our Witchery a secret for fear of being discovered by the townsfolk and having our powers abused. But that isn't relevant. Nothing is right now. All I wanted now was to burst through the bookcase and find my mother and make sure she wasn't harmed.
BANG!
I'm thrown off balance as a blast echoes through the room. Lilith must've blasted the bookcase open in desperation. With no time to spare, I stagger through the hole. There's Lilith yelling with Angela, my mother, with her wand out, and there's Mary-Sue and Daniel, also with wands out. They all look troubled, yet unharmed, but before I manage to ask, I'm captivated by the glow of a bright vortex spinning in the middle of an ancient, withered wardrobe.
It was something unstable. Very unstable. I could tell by the way sparks of magic were flying out of the vortex randomly. The colour of the Vortex shifted randomly, from black to red to purple to blue. And it looked dangerously on the point of bursting. I see the frantic faces of my mother and the Pleasants, and I know this is some experiment gone horribly wrong.
I'm about to reach out for my mother, when the vortex pulses into a bright light. There's a flash of light, and then, we were gone.
'''Thank you for reading my story! Please check back soon for Chapter 1 and leave a comment!'''
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