Awakening The Storm

KASSIDY

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Six months after Kassidy's death. . .

I couldn't believe my eyes. This person who lies crumpled and broken on the ground, I knew him. We all knew knew him, like the backs of our hands.

Warm tears trailed down my cheeks as I looked at him. Crystal azure colored eyes peered up at me with a broken happiness shining in them. He sniffled and coughed a bit more before speaking again.

"You've never been one to cry, Kassi." He chuckled dryly.

His voice scratchy and bruised as he spoke. I inched forward until I was standing right above him. I dropped to my knees and reached a hand out to touch him but I was blown back into the wall with a shock.

The cement of the wall cracked under my impact, my back cracked in several different places causing spasms of pain through the space of my spine and shoulders.

"What the hell was that?!" Noah screeched with a snarl on his lips. His eyes snapped to the shaking boy on the ground.

"P-probably a t-trap set up by my d-dad." He stuttered out. He coughed deeply again, so much that it made his whole body shake and twitch.

"Well," I stood to my feet and bent backwards and cracked my back. The sound of compressed in between bones filling my ears as a satisfied groan left my lips.

"That hurt like hell." I groaned in complaint. My back aches and my neck felt like there was a kink in there that needed some untwisting.

If Wren was here, his strong, warm hands could work it right now. Hot damn, the things he could do with his hands-

No!

Bad Kassidy!

No nasty thoughts right now! I mentally scold myself.

"I know you miss him." Stylo's voice snapped me away from my own thoughts.

"I can get you back to him." He declared. I zipped over to him in an instant.

"You could do that?" My voice trembled.

My heart pounded as tears started to build up in my eyes at the news. He nodded stiffly and struggled to sit up.

The chains that hound him to the ground clacked around as his weakened body moved.

"How do you think my dad has been bringing wolves back from the dead? It's not his magic that he's using." He states.

"It's mine. All of it. Well, only the small portion that he's taken." He shrugged his thin shoulders. My eyes popped open wide and my mouth gaped open at his words.

This whole time that guy has been using only a small portion of Stylo's magic and he could bring people back from the dead?

Just how powerful is Stylo?

"Why is he stealing your powers?" Noah clipped. His voice hard and angered, but his hazel eyes were softening as he stared at his friend.

Our friend.

"Why do you think, G-genius? He wants power over Raven's Creek!" Stylo answered.

He began coughing more and more.

After he sobered from his coughing fit, he spoke again.

"He's doing it to accomplish at something bigger." Stylo confesses. His head bowed and his bruised hands in his lap.

"What do you mean, Stylo?" I sat in front of him, still a safe distance away from the shocks.

"What else could there be besides taking over Raven's Creek? What's so special about this place?" I ask with skepticism.

I don't believe that there could be anything special about this lonely town. The only odd thing about the town is that different supernaturals and human coexist together.

We all know about each other, we accept each other and our quirks.

So why was there to be done?

"Well, Kassidy, since you asked so nicely," he coughed again.

"He wants to crack open the barrier to the Other Plain." Silence blanketed the room.

My eyes went wide and bugged out from out of my sockets.

"Why?" Noah whispered.

Stylo looked at his best friend and sighed. The chains clanked as he moved a hand up to run it through his now shoulder length hair.

"He wants to bring her back." His voice wavered. Noah's brows furrowed before shooting up in recognition.

"H-he can't do that." Noah shook with worry.

Noah has never shook with worry before, not ever. He was always stoic and collected, never had I seen him so upset over one sentence.

"Who is she?" I ask nervously. My anxiety was spiking as he has me waiting in suspense. Stylo twirls his thumbs before he answered.

"My mother." Noah stilled I his spot. Confusion settling over his face at Stylo's statement.

"But, she can't be brought back, right?" Noah pulled a cigarette from his pocket and gestures towards me.

I rolled my eyes and sparked a flame on the tip of my finger and brought the flame to the death stick. He puffed some smoke and leaned his back on the wall.

"He could, with my magic. Since I inherited my mother's, and ancestors magic, I'm the most powerful witch around. But getting to my mother's soul is harder than most since she's in a different part of Purgatory." Stylo concludes with a nod.

"Which part?" The question tumbled out of mouth before I could stop it.

Stylo sighed and began playing with the ends of his hair. Something about it seemed so familiar.

"She's with the Light Magic Witches. They have their own special place for their Coven. And my father isn't allowed since he uses black and Dark magic." Stylo explains. I nod my head in understanding.

Witches had their own rituals for when they passed on to the Other Plain. Their own ancestors in the Coven they were in would welcome them and they'd stay there in the afterlife in Purgatory.

"How can he do that? I thought that kind of magic was banned around these parts." Noah chipped in.

I sighed and ran my hands through my hair.

"He takes my neutral magic and bends it to the dark side. If he uses my magic for dark spells he could train it to be dark magic then." Stylo explains. Magic had a lot of rules.

"So how do we unlink you?" I ask. I wanted to bring them both back with me. I wouldn't let them stay here and rot.

"What do you mean?" Stylo peered up at me. His sea green eyes wide with questions.

"Well, since he has you bound to this plain and to this cabin, I was wondering how we could bust you out." I ask.

His eyes grew big and his lips turned up into a smile.

"You need to get a connection from someone on the outside who is also being chained up by this kind of magic." Stylo informs.

"All of our friends are being commanded by my dad right now as we speak."

"What the hell do you mean 'being commanded'?" Noah growls.

My heart beat accelerated at the thought of the guys and the girls being chained and brainwashed into doing his bidding.

"I mean that Wren, Ben, Kash, Issac," Noah growled again.

"Anais," Noah's fangs elongated as her name left Stylo's lips.

"Why do you keep growling for? Especially at Anais, I thought you two didn't hate each other." Noah rolled his eyes and reigned his fangs and his eyes lightened up from the crimson color they were turning.

"It's complicated." He mumbled. I stifled a giggle and tried to sober myself to get more information we need to go home.

"Anyway," Stylo rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to me.

"First order of business, we need to make a strong connection to Anais." Stylo states.

"No." Noah detested.

I looked over to see him silently brooding and pouting.

"We didn't end on a good note." He admits sheepishly while scratching the nape is his neck.

"Who cares how you two left off? We don't care about your relationship, we need her because she is the only other magic user who is strong enough to make the connection in another plain. And plus, you're not the one talking to her, me and Kassidy are." Stylo rolled his eyes and sighed.

"So how do we start?" I ask. Stylo looked up at me through his sooty lashes and gave a wry smile.

"We have to talk to Wren."

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