‘That’s cute but, are you going to answer my questions or not?’
‘I’ll answer any question that doesn’t involve your biological parents.’‘Why not?’‘Because I do not know them.’He began thinking of which question to ask first. ‘How do you know Howard Eriksson?’ he asked her.‘I did some dealings with his father, Jonas. I brewed him a potion that gives anyone who drinks it incredible powers.’‘What kind of powers?’‘The drinker of the potion can run at three times the speed of sound and he or she will gain the strength of ten men just by taking a very small sip.’‘What about healing powers?’‘It does not offer any healing powers, unless if you were injured before you drank the potion because it is the beginning of a new life so it can only heal you once. And how is it that you are interested in him, my love,‘Jack? He falls under the Race of Phantoms now. I took his soul in exchange for the powers of teleportation and other several powers.’‘But you took his soul in exchange?! You’re heartless!’‘Come on, my love, do not be so cold towards me. So…’ she stared at him in expectancy, her mystical and awkward smile also staring at him, ‘…are you going to join me or not?’‘Never in a million years. Thanks for opening my eyes, though. I’m going to use these abilities to hammer out monsters like you.’ He frowned bitterly at her.She chuckled for a moment then said, ‘I assure you, my love that if you were to try and start a war with me you would not be successful.’He pretended not to hear the spirit vandalizing words she had just spoken. He put two of his fingers over his mouth, trapped in thought. He was thinking of another question to ask. ‘What about the gold, dia
Brendan was now becoming even more irritated. He tried to think of a statement that would make her leave him alone. The results were almost unrewarding. ‘What about school?’ he asked her, thinking this was the best question to launch.‘I left as soon as I heard that you thought I set you up with Thomas. And going back to Simon would be…’ she shrugged, ‘a complete nightmare.’He sighed again but this time in agreement. Even though Brendan was still thinking about forgiving Samantha, there was still a long way to go for Simon. That was a lotto she didn’t have a chance of winning. ‘Let’s go but..,’ his face frowned suspiciously, a sudden thought occurring to him. He wondered why he hadn’t thought of this before. ‘How did you think of the forest as the right place to look for me? And how is it that I find you standing right at the same place I used to get in?’‘I just…guessed,’ she shrugged.This answer threw Brendan off the rails and he grabbed her by her arms and she immed
‘Coming, Mrs. Cooke,’ Samantha replied releasing her grip on Flicker. ‘Brendan!’ She exclaimed when she saw him. She was covered in tears down to her neck. ‘Fred, this is my classmate, Brendan. Brendan, this is my brother, Frederick who had been missing for two years!’Fred gave a short laugh. ‘Looks like we meet again, Eriksson.’‘You’ve already met?’ Samantha was beyond surprised.‘Yeah, a while back,’ Fred answered, his grin still spread across his face.‘And you didn’t tell me, Brendan?’ she shrugged in protest. ‘Fred, we’ll catch up later after school, okay?’‘Sure, sis.’‘Coming, Brendan?’ She beckoned him and they both walked into class.‘Our fight isn’t over, Eriksson,’ Thomas whispered in his direction as soon as he sat down.‘You really think I’m scared of you, Bradl
‘Owen, this is my best friend; Simon Drewmorphin, and I’m Brendan Payne.’‘Brendan what?!’ Simon almost roared in surprise.‘It turns out that my parents’ last name is Payne. It sounds crazy, I know, but maybe it will give me a better chance of finding my father,’ he said.‘You should inform the principal though,’ Simon advised him.Owen had already sat down beside Simon again, listening to what they were saying.‘Samantha’s missing brother has returned,’ Brendan continued their conversation.‘What…What in the world?!’ Simon bellowed.‘Yep. He just appeared from nowhere somehow and he’s calling himself, “The Flicker”. ’‘The who now?’ he asked again in astonishment.‘Who’s Samantha?’ Owen joined the conversation whispering.‘Oh, no one special. Just a witch who likes to rui
‘I want you to count my inheritance money for me.’ He was proud of himself for using the word “inheritance”. Much more subtle.‘Money?’ she asked, her eyes widening in surprise.He nodded.‘Howard left you money?’ Her eyes continued to widen in bafflement.‘Yes,’ he answered plainly.‘It must be a fortune if you can’t count it yourself, right?’‘That’s why I’m asking you to do it…If you are willing to do it.’‘Wow! I cannot believe you trust me this much but yes…yes, of course I will,’ she nodded her head quickly as if this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.‘I never said I trust you,’ Brendan said coolly, but inwardly he was relieved that she had said yes. ‘I have my own reasons. So, I’ll drop it by your house tomorrow?’‘Yes, yes, tomorrow’s perfect.’ She stood
Brendan sighed too. Simon was trying to hide it but there was a glint in both eyes. If Brendan kept pushing it then who knows which side of the cliff the conversation could slide down on?‘So…what now?’ Brendan asked him after a moment. They were now approaching their classrooms, only a handful of students now lingering in the corridor.‘You’re my best friend, Brendan,’ Simon said. ‘My only friend, I guess. But even I have my limits.’‘What do you mean?’ Brendan was now worried. Simon’s tone sounded more regretful, unprocessed. He was no longer looking at him.‘What I mean is that as friends, it’s important to always have each other’s backs, to understand the other’s pain.’‘Simon, what are you trying to..?’‘If you want to keep this friendship afloat, you’ll have to ditch her. Immediately.’ Simon’s bluntness was a s
The bell for recess rang and he headed for the table where he usually sat with Simon in the cafeteria. He was there and so was Owen.‘Don’t even try talking to me,’ Simon began when Brendan sat in front of them.‘I’m not,’ Brendan said maintaining his calm. ‘Has any of you seen Samantha today or did she come into your classroom at all?’ he asked them. Owen had been placed in the same class as Simon.‘Like that’s any of my business,’ Simon responded with spite in his voice.‘Look, just tell me if you did or didn’t, that’s all.’Simon sighed furiously then said, ‘Well, she called me last night. I don’t know how that witch got my number but she did.’‘What did she say?’‘It was distorted, I couldn’t hear it.’‘So you captured not a single word at all?’‘She sounded like she was in trouble
When he told them to come in, Brendan noticed that Miss Putin’s rage-filled eyes were fixed tight on Thomas who, to Brendan’s surprise, looked outdone. He felt overjoyed, not that Thomas had committed such an offence, but because there was a great possibility of his expulsion.Unnoticed, Brendan went into class and grabbed his books and left school. From Principal Johnston’s office there had been a debate in his mind. A debate about Samantha. Simon said that when she had called him, she sounded like she was in a great deal of trouble. And she had mentioned the words “Fred” and “help”. Was it her brother that had been in trouble last night or had it been her? Even still, either case was not something he could easily dismiss. If it were her brother in trouble, a boy who could create…wait, the Finch said “manipulate” particles to create, or was it to summon…fire, what kind of trouble could you be in, except if t