I licked my lips nervously.
When I’d called Traz to ask if I could come over I’d really hoped he would say no. But instead he welcomed me with a cheery ‘yes’.
I shouldn’t have to do this. Come and tell him that what he’s doing is wrong! He should know this!
I went inside anyway and up the stairs to Traz’s room. Hopefully this time I’ll be able to get through to him. He didn’t seem really up for listening that night.
Maybe I should’ve prepared some arguments in advance…ah well too bad.
I knocked on his door and walked in.
“Xavier! Your timing is perfect because I just need some extra info to make you an official member-”
“I came here to talk to you about what happened two days ago.” I cut him off, determined to stand my ground this time.
Traz sighed and stood up.
He walked over and gently placed his hand on my shoulder.
“Xav…this makes me sad. I was convinced you’d understood.” Traz said, looking genuinely hurt that I hadn’t. So much that for a second I considered just ignoring anything had ever happened.
“Well I didn’t.” I snapped harshly pushing his hand off my shoulder.
A small smirk appeared on Traz’s face.
“So you’ve come to lecture me?” He asked.
“Basically. You don’t seem to-”
But Traz cut me off.
“Before you start lecturing me shouldn’t you try to figure out my reasons?” Traz asked. I frowned, I didn’t know there was more to the story.
Traz sat down on his bed and patted the place beside him. I raised my eyebrows.
“Well what are you waiting for? It’s not a short story and I doubt you want to stay standing up the whole time.” Traz said with a smile.
I shrugged and walked over.
“So what is it that justifies beating someone up?” I asked.
“I’ve already told you why we did that. It’s not fun, but it couldn’t be avoided Xavier.” Traz said.
Ha now he sounds like he regrets.
“Actually it could be avoided.”
Traz sighed. “The university talent troupe view me as a leader. If I didn’t do something they would’ve taken it in their hands to do something worse.”
“And as their leader you would’ve stopped them.” I said, the same neutral look still plastered on my face.
“It’s not that simple Xavier…Remember when I told you I’m basically a talent troupe member because my dad is? And he’s also a truth see-er?” Traz asked.
“Well…he’s one hell of a man. It’s not obvious to see at first, but he’s well known and respected. Both his eyes are black which makes his power a lot better than mine. It’s a hard legacy to live up to.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Geez you sound like my ex. Obsessed with pleasing your dad.” I said a little harsher than I should’ve. I could feel the old feelings of frustration I had against Edmund’s father building up. “Trying to live up to your dad’s reputation isn’t an excuse for beating people up.”
Something I really wish I’d told Edmund. Then maybe he wouldn’t have left…
“The only reason you can say that is because you haven’t gotten to know your father yet.” Traz said.
I straightened either because of Traz suddenly leaning towards me or the sudden change of subject towards me.
I forgot. He knows about James.
“But I get it. I was like you too. I didn’t meet my dad until I was thirteen. Apparently he knocked my mom up and then went to do important stuff and on my thirteenth birthday he decided he wanted to get to know me. Pretty much around the time my black eye showed up.” Traz said.
“And you just forgave him? Like that?”
“Of course not. I was pissed. He decided to finally show up, but only because I could be of some use to him now that I had his power! It took me a year before I saw him for who he really was. And before I understood his reasons.” Traz explained. I hated that I was making connections between my relationship with James and Traz’s with his father.
“There’s a lot more to this than just beating some guy up Xavier. It’s a lot bigger! World big! This is about a whole population! And just like my dad I don’t mind waiting a year if it’s how long it’ll take for you to understand.” Traz said. “And don’t worry, I’m sure your dad is willing to wait for you to understand his reasons as well.”
I rubbed the back of my head, uncomfortable with where the conversation had gone, but unable to find something to say.
Traz patted my leg and got off the bed. “If there’s nothing else I actually have an exam coming up soon Xav.”
I nodded slowly and left the room.
Well congratulations Xavier, that went exactly as planned.
I sighed internally because nothing seemed to have changed, if anything it got more complicated. Having no excuse to go back in and no idea what to say now if I did, I went back to my dorm.
I sat beside Eina. I’d decided I would talk to her and figure out if she still wanted to be my friend even if she knew I was a witch now.
“Eina, I know you’re the one who made that anonymous tip.”
“Yeah. What of it? It’s my duty as a citizen.” Eina coldly replied. I was surprised. I hadn’t seen her much all week so I hadn’t realized she was this pissed off at me.
“But you knew I would get in trouble if you did. Eina why? What did I do?”
“You lied to me! You said you weren’t part of the supernatural protests!” Eina exclaimed.
“But I’m not!” I protested.
“Ha, you’re a witch Xavier! And on top of that the guy who yelled at you during the show got beaten up that same night by the talent troupe! Suspicious much?” Eina snapped.
“I had nothing to do with that! The talent troupe had a beef with him anyway!” I shot back.
“Oh? And how do you know this?” Eina asked and this time I had no answer.
I was saved by the tv.
“-weapon! We have here a special interview of two ladies who claim to have met with the lizard-eyed creature. They claim they used to be fairies, but after their encounter they lost their supernatural abilities and became naturals. Scientists ran tests and confirmed it. They do not have an ounce of supernatural blood in them! And their birth certificates clearly state they were born fairies.”
“It’s called a ‘weapon’ to those who know of it. It’s very powerful and it can suck the supernatural right out of you with a touch! It doesn’t really have a mind of its own though. Like a poor autistic child. It’ll follow people’s orders however. We were targeted because its master had a grudge against us.”
“It was my ex, James Whitelight. I guess he didn’t feel very good about being dumped so he came after us and took away both me and my mom’s wings. We’ve been wingless for nearly twenty years now.”
“This is very shocking news. A ‘weapon’? Something that can turn supernaturals into naturals? Leave a comment on our facebook page. What do you think? Is this good news or bad news?”
Eina cast me a glare.
“You associate with that kind of people Xavier.”
I didn’t have time to answer when Annaliese spoke up. I hadn’t even realized she was in the room.
“Xavier, it’s time. Got a text, we’re going on a weekend trip.”
My eyes widened. It’s time? We’ve only been practicing for a week, can we really say we’ve mastered the spell? But I nodded and got up, getting more angry glares from Eina who switched channels.
“And then he says, I’m sorry mam! As the boss wipes the tomato juice off her face. It was hilarious!” Mariposa exclaimed.
“Tell me the boy got fired. This is third time you come home with a story about him.” Anna said.
“Nope! The boss still kept him! There is speculation that they’re sleeping together, but even I wouldn’t keep him for a relationship. He’s unbelievably clums-” Mariposa’s words were cut short as her feet unexpectedly propelled her into the wall behind her.
Her back painfully hit the wall and she bounced back, dots swimming in front of her eyes.
“Mariposa what’s wrong?” Anna asked, concern filling her voice.
The frown of confusion on the purple haired girl disappeared when she looked up and saw who was behind her mother.
“James!” Anna exclaimed.
An expression of fear momentarily went through Mariposa’s features.
“Oh, you didn’t like what I said on tv?” She said with a little smirk.
I can’t believe these two…I let them be and this is what they do?
I answered to them in sign language since they both knew how to understand it.
‘I couldn’t care less about that. I’m here because you’re working with Assaria again.’
“No! James that’s not true, we aren’t!” Anna protested.
“Isn’t she rotting in your basement or something?” Mariposa asked.
‘Don’t lie. Just tell me where Velor and Assaria are.’ I demanded entering their minds to make them tell me. I was tired of running after Velor. My leads kept turning up to not be leads.
“Search our minds James, we haven’t seen Assaria since you turned us natural and Velor since the attic battle.” Anna said, and I regrettably found out she was saying the truth.
‘Why did you talk about the weapon? What’s the point of sharing that knowledge?’
“Don’t see why it bothers you so much. It’s not like it’ll change how hard the police is going to be searching for you.” Mariposa snapped.
“We had an experience. We thought maybe it was time to share, let everyone know what’s going on.” Anna explained.
‘It wasn’t your information to share.’ I said with a glare. ‘You just helped Velor by doing so.’
“Maybe if you actually didn’t let him out or I don’t know kill him, you wouldn’t have this problem.” Mariposa harshly pointed out.
Her and her big mouth were really starting to get on my nerves. But now that I knew they couldn’t help me there was no point in staying here any longer.
So I turned around and left their comfortable little house, making Mariposa forget she had the ability to speak for the next few days.
I’m tired of running after these two idiots. I just want this to be over so I can go back to taking care of my kids. Not that they really want me around at their age anymore. Benjamin seems to have it in for me these days.
I hate not knowing what Assaria and Velor are planning. Velor being so silent means it’s something big.
Mariposa is right. I should’ve killed him when I had the chance. I won’t be making the same mistake again.
My phone buzzed.
Annaliese: got xav. were on our way to Stonebridge
First things first, taking care of that Time Keeper.
Ugh the new wordpress reader is inevitably going to give spoilers at some point.