It's all good though. The fight scene actually goes on a little longer than what I was expecting it to be. There was a point about halfway where it seemed like the fight scene didn't have much going for it. I got there in the end. And didn't have the space to write what else I wanted to for it. Though, I am quite happy where I finished it off this time.
So, we're definitely in the period now known as 'The Problem'. I've sorta named the three phases that are going to happen in the story. The first, the one we just finished is the 'Establishing' period. We meet a few of the most important characters. Danny's introduced. We meet the family, friends and so on. Now 'The Problem' is acknowledging the problems that are going on school, life, drugs, magicians. You name it, it's gonna get shown. Then the last period is going to be 'Resolving', where everything, obviously, well, most things are going to get solved.
It looks to be quite exciting at the moment. Well, from my perspective anyway.
So, here's chapter 16 of the story, Do You Remember Me?
Chapter 16
I laid quietly down on my bed, I’d finished smoking earlier on in the night, and the effects were slowly going away, leaving me with an ability to fall asleep.
I was stressed. I’d been thinking loads when I’d decided to smoke.
I’d read through some of the articles that were in Jamie’s scrapbook. I didn’t know what to think of them. I didn’t know how to react to any of them, yet, some part of me felt like I should know all this. It all felt… familiar? I can’t think of the word. It’s all complicated.
In the end, I worked on some of the work I got from Mr Erickson today. I’ve gone over about quarter of the work now. It all seemed, familiar… there’s that word again.
My memories seemed to be another thing that was avoiding me. I tried to ‘search’ my head. It’s hard to explain, like, your looking for something, just in your head. I got nothing again. Maybe there’s some kind of ‘magic’ preventing me from remembering. I’m not sure what to think anymore.
BANG! I shot out of bed at that. Something felt different. I could feel something in the air.
“Danny Istari. How nice to see you again.” A voice remarked. I turned around to glare at the man.
“My name is Danny Smith. You have the wrong guy.” I replied, glaring.
“No memories? Pity. You and I used to get along real well.” He remarked.
“I highly doubt that.” I wasn’t scared for some reason. I’d felt scared in the time since I’d ‘woken’ up, but this wasn’t fear. In fact, I felt nothing but annoyance staring at this man.
The man lunged to attack me, a stick appearing out of nowhere, I dodged, barely, his stick scraping across my right arm.
“My name is Mage Kennedy.” He smirked, looking at my now bleeding arm. “Does that ring any bells?”
“No.” I answered, just standing there. I didn’t know what to do.
“Have you even tried any magic since coming back?”
“I don’t believe in it.”
“Don’t believe in it? Wait until my boss here’s that. He’s gonna laugh his way to death.”
I didn’t find it funny. He attacked again, his stick turning into a sharp blade. I panicked and dived out of the way; he struck a blow on my other arm. I yelped.
“You’ve lost your touch.” He commented, as he continued to jab at me. I dodged every time. Every time he’d land a new blow to me. I definitely didn’t know what to do.
“Where’re my friends?” I demanded, in between jabs. I was surprised my parents or Jamie had not come in to find out what was going on.
“Don’t you worry about that. You’ll find out soon enough.”
“Just tell me.” I ordered, throwing a clueless punch. He easily dodged it. A smirk growing on his face.
“Finally on the offensive. This could become a good thing.” His blade turned to a staff. He started chanting some weird words. It was ritualistic. Gas like substance came out from the end of the staff. I tried to avoid it, but it kept coming at me. It followed me around the room. I jumped from my window on to my escape ledge I’d noticed before. I was on the street ground quickly. Kennedy just appeared in front of me as I started to run.
“Tut, tut, tut, He would not be happy to find out your running away like a frightened child.” He exclaimed as if talking to a child. I growled at him and lunched, I had no strategy in mind. It was going to be attack him and smack his head against the floor.
The smoke caught up to me before I could do much. Halting my body movements the moment it caught me. The smoke spread around my body, encasing me in its fogy green glory.
“Up.” Kennedy said and I was thrown into the air at breakneck speeds. Then suddenly, I came crashing down to earth and slamming on the ground. I saw stars flash across my vision before it all began again.
It happened a few more times, assuring myself that if it happened again, I was sure to break something. I was quite surprised that nothing had been broken as of yet.
“Why’re you holding back? I know you’ve got it in you.” He sneered at me, smashing me back down to earth again. I looked around me and that I was bleeding. I’d scraped across the floor quite a lot, leaving cuts that were now bleeding freely. “Fight me, Danny Istari. I won’t leave here tonight unless I get a good fight. Even if it means killing you.”
“I don’t know how to fight.” I replied weakly.
“Of course you do. I’ve seen you do it on more than one occasion.” Was he encouraging me to fight him? That’s weird. I would have thought the attacker would like his prey to be easy to get to, not wanting to fight them, just get it over with. He was obviously different.
“I don’t know how.”
“I’m not here to be an advice column. Either you fight. Or this is gonna go up and down again and this time I won’t be so easy on the landing.” Threatening now. I wasn’t sure if I believed him or not. “What’s your choice, magic boy?”
“Go home?” I asked meekly.
“I don’t remember there being a third option here, kid. Fight or die?” He hovered me up in the air a bit, his staff moving with me. I never noticed that before. Maybe that’s all I need to beat him is get rid of the staff. How would I get rid of the staff? Charging obviously wasn’t an option. I’d tried that line; he knew to expect a rash move like that.
“Fight.” I’d replied before I’d even finished my train of thought.
“Good choice. I didn’t want to deal with the heat of killing you with the master. He likes them live.” He laughed slightly at his own joke. I wasn’t laughing. Okay, stop panicking. Don’t think at all. Just let instinct carry you. I breathed out.
Instinct will guide you. I’ve relied on instinct a lot since waking up in that cabin.
I felt the fear I should have felt early creep up on me. The fear I felt when those men started attacking me. I did something to them. I knew what to do then. I needed to know what to do now.
Breathe. Opening my eyes. I saw that Kennedy was moving again. I swiftly moved to the side, avoiding his attack all together. The pain coming from my wounds not even registering in my mind. I needed something to attack him with, make him let go of the staff.
Swords with hooks at the end appeared by my left ankle. I bent back quickly, and grabbed them. I had no time to marvel how I could do all of this. I flipped backwards as I grabbed hold of the swords, making sure to wind them around his ankle as I started back to my decent, successfully taking Kennedy with me.
“Woah.” I heard him shout. His staff landing quite a bit away from him. I looked up and around. Kennedy was closer to the staff than me, I remembered from the time he’d captured me with the smoke. He’d teleported or something? He couldn’t have gotten in front of me without me knowing. I thought about getting to the staff, being closer than I already was.
I didn’t even feel my feet move. I was there though. Standing above the staff.
I picked it up. I felt all this power circulating between me and the staff. It felt almost magical, pun intended.
“Give that back!” He shouted, appearing in front of me.
“No.” I replied. “Tell me where my friends are.”
“No can do there, Danny Istari.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know where they are.”
“Tell me!” I shouted, anger swelling into my voice.
Then he was gone. He hadn’t waited for the inevitable. It took me a few seconds to notice the staff was gone from my hand too. “Damn.” I swore to the sky.
I climbed slowly up my escape route to my room, walking to my bathroom to inspect the damage. What I saw in the mirror in front of me though, was what shocked me to the roots of my core.
I was no longer Danny Smith. I was Danny Istari. Hope you all enjoyed.
Night!
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