Sparky was lying on her mattress. Her left arm and leg was
dangling over the side, resting on the dusty concrete ground. She was looking
at the ceiling, and had been for the past few months. She sat up suddenly,
wincing. She had no idea how many months it had been. A fair few, she wagered.
Eight? Nine? She lay back down again, into her previous position. She let her
mind wander once more. But now she was focused on something. Months and months
of not doing anything, not eating, not moving. Even in her current condition,
she should be doing something. She’d been to prisons before, never in a cell
for doing something, but she had been to them before. Sparky stood and began
pacing. But then again, those were human prisons. Mortal prisons. Prisons where
you could earn your way out. Not this kind of prison. Not the Gaol. She wasn’t
meant to be there. Her friends should’ve broken her out ages ago. Sparky’s
vision blurred suddenly and she backed into the wall. Now she could remember
why her mind had been wandering so freely. Her friends had this huge plan.
She’d stuck her neck out for them, taken the blame, accepted the responsibility
and landed herself in jail. She knew it was going to happen, it was all part of
the plan. But now, Sparky was unsure of whether the plan was only made to get
her in prison.
‘Why did I remember?’ she whispered, a lone tear rolling off
her nose. She banged her fist against the wall and hollered. She willed
electricity to spark at her fingers, but she knew it was fruitless. She lay
back down in the mattress, staring at the wall this time. Her cell door swung
open slowly.
‘Huh…?’ she breathed, lifting her head. She stood up and
cautiously made her way to the door. She stepped out, hidden by the shadow of
the doorway. It was obviously night-time, because the lights weren’t on. She
felt a rush as her magic tingled through her veins. She felt electricity form
in the centre of her palm, but she didn’t let it be seen by those who may be
nearby. A voice echoed through the passage.
‘Sparky?’ it was Zathract Mist’s voice, Sparky was sure of
it. She didn’t say anything. Another voice, a different one, said something
this time.
‘Are you there?’ that was Nixion Strange. A third voice
called out.
‘Did we pick the right cell?’ Lynxia Lost. Without a doubt.
‘Who’s there?’ Lavender Hope. Were they finally breaking
Sparky out? To Sparky’s surprise, instead of remorse or joy, she felt rage. It
was rising through her body, but she forced it away. ‘Don’t waste it all at once.’ She thought sourly. Once again, electricity
pooled into her palms, but this time her hands curled into fists and
electricity surged around her hands. She opened her mouth and forced herself to
keep her voice from trembling.
‘What took you so long?’ Sparky asked into the darkness. The
was a moment where you could only hear the electricity snapping at the air.
‘There was an urgent-‘ Zathract started.
‘An urgent what, Zathract?’
Sparky said bitterly. She heard an intake of breath somewhere along the hall.
‘Forget, I’m out of here.’ Sparky finished. She splayed her hands and a
shockwave rippled outwards. Nothing physical happened, but Sparky knew that
everyone in the room would be momentarily confused. In that moment she blurred
out of the hallway. She skidded to a stop and hide under a desk. Lynxia,
Zathract, Lavender and Nixion all clattered out of the Gaol. Sparky inched
backwards and her foot hit something. She looked backwards and smiled. She knew
what this door lead to. She snuck in and flicked on the lights.
'Whoa...' Sparky had just entered the Sanctuary's
armoury. Weapons of every sort rested upon these shelves. Guns, swords, knives,
daggers, explosives- The works. She practically danced through the shelves and
searched for her own weapon.
'Ah, you beauty.' she whispered, grabbing the handle
of her Makhaira and sliding it into its spot in her belt.
'That's better.' she exhaled. She crept back out, just
in time to see the four others clatter around the corner, guided by a flame in
Zathract's hand. Sparky knew that they would try to find her, but she didn't
want to bother herself with such trivial activities. She walked along casually,
making her way to the exit. She walked up the stone steps and out into the
open. She felt cool, crisp, fresh air against her skin. She took a step
forward. She heard a noise behind her. Without a sound, Sparky stepped into the
shadows and saw Lynxia walk out, muttering.
'I don't see the point in standing out here. If Sparky
has already left, she would be long gone by now. I hope she hasn't left.'
Lynxia went on like this and Sparky watched her intently, debating over what
she should do next. Sparky reached out slowly and tapped Lynxia's shoulder.
Lynxia turned and gasped.
'Sparky, I-'
'Night night, sweetheart.' Sparky said sweetly,
driving her fist into Lynxia's temple. Lynxia collapsed and Sparky caught her
before she hit the ground. Sparky rested Lynxia on the ground gently, then ran
to the other side of the street. From her vantage point Sparky could hide and
watch. After a few minutes Zathract came out, saw Lynxia and swore. He growled,
picked Lynxia up and walked back into the building. Five minutes later the four
came out, Lynxia still out cold. Sparky smiled sadistically at the thought that
her own hand had caused that. Lavender paused for a moment and turned into a
bat. Sparky watched her carefully. Lavender emitted a few screeches and flew
around. She landed next to the streetlamp in front of Sparky and returned to
her human form. She was looking dead at Sparky. Her eyes were filled with
sorrow.
'Sparky, don't make yourself our enemy. You know what
happens to our enemies. Don't make us do that to you.' Lavender said solemnly.
'Lav! What are you doing?' Nixion shouted.
'Your team wants you Lavender.' Sparky said cooly.
Lavender shook her head.
'Our team.'
'Your team Lavender. Go to your team. It'll be an
honour rivaling you.'
'It was a mistake! Sparky, it was a mistake, and it's
in the past!'
'Lav!' Nixion shouted again.
'Sparky's here!' Lavender called. Nixion started to
run over straight away. Sparky stepped forward, brandishing her sword. Lavender
jumped backwards in shock. Sparky ignored her and swung the blade at the
streetlamp. Just before Nixion landed on her, Sparky rammed her fist into the
wiring of the pole. All of the lights turned off. There was a chorus of
cursing, mostly Nixion, and Sparky ran from the street. She knew where she was
headed. Roarhaven was a long way from anything, but it did have roads, and
roads meant cars. Her hands were cloaked in electricity as she blurred to the
only carpark in Roarhaven. And being old friends with Hayley Skirmish, Sparky
knew how to Hotwire a car. She dived into a car and drove out of the carpark.
Sparky sped down the empty roads repeating the same
street address over and over in her head. Sparky had chosen a red convertible
for the hell of it. She rested her right elbow on the side of the door, gripped
the steering wheel with her left hand and yelled with joy over her freedom.
After a few minutes Sparky got bored of driving in silence. She pulled over and
went through the glovebox of the car. Jackpot, an iPod and a cord that
connected the iPod to the dashboard of the car. She scrolled through the songs
and stopped on 'Life Is A Highway'. She cranked the volume up and raced down
the road once more. When she entered Dublin, Sparky slowed considerably and
turned the music off all together. She parked in an alley and waited, watching
the windows of a second story apartment.
* * *
Tensley Dust wrung his hands as he rounded the corner.
The detective didn't like to be interrupted while he was working. He
knocked on the detective's door.
'It's open.' a voice from inside the office said.
Tensley walked in, very nervous.
'Um, sir, you need to know, a Mage has escaped from
the Gaol.' Tensley stammered. The detective arched an eyebrow.
'Who?' he asked.
'Uh, Sparky Braginski sir.' Tensley was shocked. The
detective wasn't angry. He looked pained. 'Is everything okay, sir?'
'I need to go home. Now.'
'Sir?' Tensley repeated as Detective Phoenix pulled
his coat on and left the room. He drove home as fast as possible and entered
his apartment briskly. He pulled his coat off again and threw it over the back
of a chair. He took three steps forward, then stopped abruptly as a carving
knife hit the wall in front of him. He turned slowly and faced Sparky.
'You work there. You work at the Sanctuary. You said
you loved me. Why didn't you get me out?' Sparky asked. Flame opened his mouth.
'Nine months Phoenix! Nine months I was trapped in that hellhole! Nine months
for you to get me out!' another knife landed in the wall on the other side of
Flame. 'Nine months of missing you, wasted.'
'Sparky...'
'I don't want to hear it, Phoenix.'
'But-'
'I don't want to hear your excuses.'
'Then why did you come here?'
'To get your attention. To let the others know how I'm
doing. Because, y'know, they seemed to stop caring for three seasons.'
'Sparky, I'm sorry.'
'Sorry is just a word. You don't mean it. If you meant
it, it never would have happened.'
'Just-'
'Just nothing.' Sparky said. She threw two more
knives. One landed just above Flame's head, and the other hit the light switch.
The lights through the building fizzled out and died. Flame snapped his fingers
and illuminated the room with a ball of fire. Sparky wasn't there anymore.
Flame whipped around, trying to find her. He hated trying to see by firelight,
it casted creepy shadows everywhere. Sparky crept up behind him and tapped his
shoulder. He turned and looked into her eyes. There were savage and angry, but
behind that he could see hurt. She was filled with hurt, and instead of her
normal reaction to hurt- forgiveness- she had chosen rage.
'Sparky?'
'Yes Phoenix?'
'We can talk this out. It'll be easy. We just sit down
on the sofa over there and talk. It'll make everything better.'
'Phoenix, you know what I say about talking.'
'I do know what you say about talking.'
'Then I'm sure that you know that I have a better
plan.'
'And what is that?'
'This.' Sparky stepped forward and kissed Flame. She
felt his warms arms wrap around her cold body. 'Home.' she thought. She stopped
kissing him and buried her head into his shoulder.
'I can't forgive you, Phoenix.'
'Oh?'
'Sorry.' Sparky stepped back, gripped his hair and
brought Flame's head down onto her knee. She caught him and rested him on his
sofa. She bent over and kissed his forehead. She then looked around, pulled two
knives out of the wall and walked out of the building. Her next stop- England.
She walked over to the car and as she was jumping in,
a blue orb of energy appeared and Ivy Animosity stepped out. Sparky stopped and
watched Ivy.
'Hey. I got an angry phone call from Lynxia this
morning saying that you needed to die or something.' Ivy said casually. Sparky
leant against the car and nodded.
'That would sound about right.'
'Something about you punching her really hard?'
'Yup.'
'Are you playing my side now?'
'Killing people? Fraid not. Just punishing my friends.'
Sparky made quotation marks in the air when she said "friends." Ivy
arched an eyebrow.
'Do I count?'
'Yes.'
'Do I get punished?'
'Not yet. Y'see, I'll have to think of some very
clever way to take you down, because having a fist-fight with you in an alley
is a really stupid idea.'
'It is.'
'But I assume you aren't going to let me just drive
away now.'
'Nope.'
'What are you going to do?'
'Haven't thought of it yet. I wouldn't recommend
running though.'
'I wasn't planning on it.' Sparky yawned and stretched,
eyes glued to Ivy. Ivy watched Sparky in the same fashion, her mind whirring
away. Ivy shrugged and stepped toward Sparky, intending to simply pick her up
and throw her into the bonnet of the car. The problem was, Sparky had already
moved. Ivy could read Sparky's mind and teleport, but Sparky could
theoretically move at the speed of light. Or close to that. So Ivy turned to
face Sparky, who was on the other side of the alley.
‘Are you going to keep moving out of my way like that?’ Ivy
asked. Sparky nodded. ‘It’s very annoying.’ Ivy said. Sparky nodded again. ‘Do
you have anything else to say?’
‘No.’
‘Fine then. I’m bored, so, I’m going to go and tell the
others that you ‘got away’. Bye.’
‘Later.’ Sparky watched a blue orb of energy encase Ivy,
then fade away. She shrugged and got into the car, heading for England.
I can't wait till you take me on. I won't stand a chance
ReplyDeleteIf you had punched me very hard, Sparky, sorry to say but, I wouldn't rest until I had delivered a suitable punishment. And knowing le, it wouldn't be very nice and a bit over the top.
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