ULTRAMagic Interval - Chapter 8
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Will and Sam were hanging out in the lounge from before, taking it easy when Buster stuck his head in. “Hey, guys? It looks like something’s going on in the city.”
“Oh?” Will replied, a bit eager for some reason. “Hehe, I wonder if that has anything to do with last night’s dream…”
“Boyo, let’s not get too gung-ho now,” Sam warned.
Buster gestured for them to follow. “Adrien recommended for you two to come down to the War Room.”
“Ha, the War Room?” Will questioned as he walked over.
“Yeah. It’s the situation room for the base. I guess it’s an in-joke referencing a G.A.I.G. mission from long ago.”
Sam sighed as she got up. “If Adrien insists.”
Will chuckled. “If Antares was here, that would’ve probably been an order.”
Things were fairly busy as the three made their ways through the halls, presumably in relation to what Buster had mentioned. After turning a few corners, they passed by a couple of offices and came across a pair of double doors. Adrien and a guard were waiting outside and escorted them in. It was a massive room with a large oval table in the center. The wall opposite the doors was lined with gigantic screens that displayed intel on the city and the country. The side walls had various computers amongst them, with people typing at some of them. Various, high ranking M.A.I.G. personnel were sitting at the table and had looked over when Will and the others had entered.
“Ah, Will, Sam!” Reynard greeted with a clap. “Welcome to the situation room, or the War Room as we like to call it.” He then gestured for some of the assistants to bring over some chairs to one of the break tables. “To keep things quick and simple, word’s been coming in that Valentin is up to no good in the city. We were just about to have Adrien and Satsuki go out with some of our men and break up the little shindig.”
Will nodded. “I see… hey, can I go along?”
There were some murmurs amongst the others before one of them spoke up. “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ford. I’m Jurgen Willems, head of the security division at M.A.I.G. As much as we appreciate your enthusiasm, you are the V.I.P. and the interest of Valentin…”
Jackson was over at the other break table, off to the side, eating an apple. “I’ll go with him then. Besides, It wouldn’t hurt for him to get his feet wet just in case things go south.”
Jurgen exhaled. “Pardon me if not exactly filled with confidence, given your methods of getting things done, Jackson.”
“Sheesh, everyone’s a critic…” Jackson groaned as he shot the core into a trash can with a satisfying kathunk. He then whistled. “Hey sparky fire devil guy, get in here.”
Faustus rocketed into the room out of nowhere in a surge of sparks and embers. “Excuse me! What did you just call me!?” He then turned to Will. “Ahem, Will, you shouldn’t go… but I will happily go with you if you do.”
Sam stammered over her words for a moment. “Faustus!”
“Well I suppose that would push the odds in our favor” Jurgen commented.
“Look at it this way, señor,” Adrien put in. “We’ll all be there and Will is my responsibility at the moment. It’s my duty to keep him safe.”
“As reckless as this is, I doubt Valentin would want to attempt anything in broad daylight, with potential witnesses around” Trumna pointed out. “This could be a good way to show that Will isn’t afraid.”
Jurgen nodded in acceptance. “A fair point, Mr. Wintergate. Take squad B in addition to squad A with you, Lt. Irons.”
“Sí, sir!”
“Alright, let’s rock and roll,” Jackson said as he cocked his gun and put it back in its holster.
“Happy hunting, gentlemen!” Reynard said as they started to leave. “And don’t hesitate to call for backup if you need it.”
Sam stopped Will and put her hand on his shoulder. “Be careful, Boyo.”
“Will do, Sam.”
Jackson laughed. “Don’t worry, little lady. This ain’t his first rodeo.”
Olivia gave Jackson a disapproving look as she stepped over. “I’ll let Antares know what’s going on.”
Once everyone was ready, four armored vans headed out to Red River. The security personnel were glad to have Will along, introducing themselves and giving him the ins and outs of how they operated. Of course Jackson eventually stole the spotlight, telling Will about some of his recent missions. The squads soon arrived at the corner of Hedge and Elk street. To the right was a beautiful park and to the left was a series of tall buildings. The alley between Gustman’s Hardware and The Hardland Company was where they needed to be. In fact it was the former who contacted the police who contacted M.A.I.G.
The alleyway was fairly spacious and not too dirty, but a rat still skittered away as they approached the entrance. Down the way all of them could see a crowd of people and it sounded like Valentin was addressing them. A japanese man stepped over to the group and gave a proper bow. He was raven-haired, had blue eyes, and what appeared to be two katanas were sheathed at his sides. His uniform was that of the Liger Brigade, with armor plating that allowed for a great deal of flexibility.
“Corporal Gravesun,” Adrien greeted.
“Lt. Irons,” he acknowledged. He then noticed Will and a smile grew on his face. “Konnichiwa, Will-san. How have you been doing?” he asked as he shook his hand with vigor.
“Hey Satsuki, I’ve been doing great… for the most part. We’ve been getting unwelcomed visits from you know who.”
“So how bad is it, Satsuki?” Adrien inquired.
“Bad. It looks like Perkele is trying to create Shadow Constructs, using unwitting people as catalysts.”
Jackson took out a megaphone. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this. Cover your ears, guys…” He cleared his throat and pressed the button down. “Alright everyone, listen up! This is a serious situation and all of you need to vacate the premises now, as this is a matter of The Magic Anomaly Investigation Group. Please calmly make your way to the exit of the alleyway and await further instructions.”
The crowd quickly realized what was going on and began to silently panic. They hurried out of the alley, with police officers and security personnel assisting them. The only thing remaining was Valentin and a few Shadow Constructs (presumably ones he had created beforehand). The group was horrified when a kid sized construct came shambling towards them. The ridiculous noises it was making would have been adorable, had the whole situation not been so morbid.
“Madre de dios…” Adrien said in shock.
“That’s… that’s reversible, right?” Will asked, incredibly worried.
“Hai,” Satsuki replied as he prepared his blade. “I’ve got this.” With a lightning-quick slash, the red eye of the construct was sliced in two, leaving the boy unharmed. The shadow goo slid right off as the sword was sheathed.
“Where…where am I?” the boy asked, a bit confused.
Satsuki guided him over to a police officer waiting nearby, who had been utterly amazed by the dexterity that had been displayed. “Don’t worry, just go with Officer Greens and he’ll take you back home.”
“Okay. Thank you, Mr. Samurai,” the boy replied as he walked off with the officer.
“Dōitashimashite.”
Faustus was beside himself. “Incredible. How did you do that? That’s on par with some of the best blade devils I know.”
Satsuki smiled. “Years of practice.” They then noticed Valentin was giving them a light applause.
Jackson was growing impatient. “Alright, ladies, enough gawking. Time to escalate this nonsense.”
Valentin cheekily raised his hands as Jackson and the others approached. “Gentlemen, I plead the fifth.”
“Stuff it, clown, before I go full patriot act on your sorry ass,” Jackson barked as he pointed his gun in the direction of Valentin’s head.
Valentin put his hands down and rested them on his cane. “Bold of you to bring Zasiel here, given that I could easily…” he pulled out a card from seemingly nowhere, causing everyone to ready their weapons. “...capture him with the flick of a wrist.” This made everyone incredibly nervous.
“Don’t even try it, bandito,” Adrien warned, finger on the trigger of his gun. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way.” The two Shadow Constructs seemed to laugh, but it sounded more like gurgling then laughing.
Will was one edge as it felt like Valentin could go off at any moment. Despite this, Will had the weirdest bout of confidence that compelled him to walk right up to his foe. “Parley, Perkele.”
An arrogant, yet respectful grin stretched across his face. “Parley, yes. What can I do for you?”
“I’m here, right on time,” Will said as he presented the invitation he had been given.
“How very cordial of you, O’Zasiel,” Valentin replied as he took it, turning it back into one of his cards. After a quick shuffle of his deck, he fanned it out in his hand. “Pick a card, any card…”
“Sport, what are you doing?” Faustus questioned as Will took a card.
“Shush, Faustus…”
“Memorize it, but don’t show me,” Valentin instructed. He then took the card and began shuffling the deck. “Now, Zasiel, I must ask you an important question: What is evil and do you believe in it?”
“Evil is… um, evil is the irreverent disregard for God and his creation. And of course I believe in it.”
“And how do you quantify it?”
“Well… I’m not sure. I mean, I could say don’t rob Pete to pay Paul as an example…”
“How do you know the one who robbed pete is pure though? A fairly bold assumption.”
Will was confused. “Okay, how about someone who beats someone else up for their valuables so they can sell them for drugs? There’s a good example of evil.”
“Same issue: How do you know the robbed wasn’t a bad person and that the robber wasn’t trying to procure medicine for their sick children?”
“I don’t… I don’t know.”
“A black and white mindsight can help sift through the muck and mire, but often leads to tunnel vision, like so many people on this…wonderful planet we unfortunately live on.”
“What are you getting at?”
Valentin kept shuffling, the tension beginning to really mount. “Evil exists in everyone, from the lowly peasant to the mighty general. Are you one who accepts this or one who denies it?”
Will had to think about that for a moment. “Deny? Accept? Er, everyone is capable of evil, but learning and knowledge can stop that and open one’s eyes to the light.”
“So you do accept the existence of evil… You’re just like Milan. An idealist who thinks everyone can be sorted out.” Valentin stopped shuffling.
“But everyone can be enlightened… I think.”
Valentin grinned. “You think? Meaning you don’t actually believe that? Ha, you know it deep down, don’t you? Some are too far gone to be helped. We’re not so different in that regard. Now…” he held up a card. “Is this your card?”
“Yes,” Will answered as he took it. “Are you referring to Despot? Is he really that bad?”
With a snap of his fingers, Valentin teleported everyone to the fields outside of M.A.I.G. headquarters. “Ah ah ah, you’ll spoil the surprise!” he cackled.
After recovering from the daze of being warped, Jackson and Adrien realized that Valentin was accompanied by 10 constructs. The two lept into action, guarding Will and giving orders. Before they could call for help, M.A.I.G.’s sirens were already broadcasting a code red alert. Several security patrols had noticed the teleportation and squadrons were already making their way there.
With everyone else dealing with the constructs, Faustus flew right into Will, turning his arms red like his. “Faustus!?” Will exclaimed.
“Don’t worry, champ!” his voice said. “We’ll do it just like the old days.”
“Hold up! The old days? But I don’t remember the old…” As if by instinct, Will hurled a fireball at Valentin. “...days!?”
Faustus laughed triumphantly. “There you go! Now let’s singe that circus reject!”
Will began chasing Valentin around, trying to pelt him with fire. He was dodging effortlessly, but Valentin had to admit that Will’s tenacity was impressive. The boy was clearly one who relished power once he had it. Finishing up with the construct he was facing, Satsuki turned his attention to the spectacle between Will and Valentin. Despite the trouble that was ensuing, Satsuki was able to work around Will’s fire magic and lend him a hand.
After a close call with one of the katanas, Valentin created some space between him and his opponents. He then danced in place a little while clapping. “Ooh la la, how impressive. I feel we should cool off with a little shower, however.” He then threw one of his cards into the clouds, causing a severe thunderstorm to rapidly form.
Jackson could see Will getting antsy after a particularly loud crack of thunder that shook the ground. “Keep it together, weatherman…” As if to rain on his parade, a lightning bolt struck about 30 feet away from them. “GRAND COULEE DAM! Nevermind, everyone book it into M.A.I.G. now!” he ordered.
“And with that, I bid you all adieu!” Valentin called out. “Auf Wiedersehen, Zasiel! And keep that card, it may come in handy someday, HAHA!”
The group made it into the headquarters as an incredibly loud crack of thunder nearly split their eardrums. It had also started hailing fiercely as the garage doors shut. Surprisingly they were all laughing it off as they caught their breath, despite all of the chaos they had just gone through. M.A.I.G. medical staff quickly made their way to the garage the group had ducked into it and began tending to them.
The nurse that was checking on Will noticed that he had started shivering once Faustus left him. Worried, she immediately called for someone to bring him an emergency blanket. Faustus had realized what was going on and knew he had to act quickly. Grabbing Jackson, he immediately took him and Will to Reynard’s quarters.
“Why here, Sparky?” Jackson inquired as he sat Will down on the couch. He then took a seat in the chair next to him.
Faustus went to the guest room and came back with a big, fluffy blanket that he wrapped Will in. He then went to turn the thermostat up to a toasty 80 degrees. “I may have accidentally drained Will of his heat.”
“Well that can’t be good…” Hannah had walked up to Jackson and barked out of curiosity. “Hey, girl…” he said as he petted her.
“Th-thanks for the blanket, Faustus…” Will said through chattering teeth. “I’m so cold…”
“Don’t worry, Will. I know just the soup to fix you up!” Faustus assured as he began rummaging through Reynard’s kitchen. “Let’s see, salt, pepper, chicken broth, egg noodles… Hum, I’ll have to cook this meat with my fire…”
“Wh-what are you making?”
“It’s a recipe Milan taught me for just such an occasion.”
“Chicken noodle soup?” Jackson asked, a little skeptical.
“Yeah, but it has some extra ingredients and a little magic mixed in. It should revitalize Will. I mean, theoretically his internal heat should recover in a warm setting, but I don’t want to take any chances.”
Jackson shrugged. “Fair enough, you’re the pyromancer here. How long do you think it will take to make this soup? Any longer and Will might start registering a one on the Richter scale.”
Faustus nervously chuckled. “Not long, with my magic. Don’t worry, Will, hot soup’s on the way.”
“No-no prob, Faustus. Take your ti-time…” Will replied.
Next: Chapter 9
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
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Will and Sam were hanging out in the lounge from before, taking it easy when Buster stuck his head in. “Hey, guys? It looks like something’s going on in the city.”
“Oh?” Will replied, a bit eager for some reason. “Hehe, I wonder if that has anything to do with last night’s dream…”
“Boyo, let’s not get too gung-ho now,” Sam warned.
Buster gestured for them to follow. “Adrien recommended for you two to come down to the War Room.”
“Ha, the War Room?” Will questioned as he walked over.
“Yeah. It’s the situation room for the base. I guess it’s an in-joke referencing a G.A.I.G. mission from long ago.”
Sam sighed as she got up. “If Adrien insists.”
Will chuckled. “If Antares was here, that would’ve probably been an order.”
Things were fairly busy as the three made their ways through the halls, presumably in relation to what Buster had mentioned. After turning a few corners, they passed by a couple of offices and came across a pair of double doors. Adrien and a guard were waiting outside and escorted them in. It was a massive room with a large oval table in the center. The wall opposite the doors was lined with gigantic screens that displayed intel on the city and the country. The side walls had various computers amongst them, with people typing at some of them. Various, high ranking M.A.I.G. personnel were sitting at the table and had looked over when Will and the others had entered.
“Ah, Will, Sam!” Reynard greeted with a clap. “Welcome to the situation room, or the War Room as we like to call it.” He then gestured for some of the assistants to bring over some chairs to one of the break tables. “To keep things quick and simple, word’s been coming in that Valentin is up to no good in the city. We were just about to have Adrien and Satsuki go out with some of our men and break up the little shindig.”
Will nodded. “I see… hey, can I go along?”
There were some murmurs amongst the others before one of them spoke up. “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ford. I’m Jurgen Willems, head of the security division at M.A.I.G. As much as we appreciate your enthusiasm, you are the V.I.P. and the interest of Valentin…”
Jackson was over at the other break table, off to the side, eating an apple. “I’ll go with him then. Besides, It wouldn’t hurt for him to get his feet wet just in case things go south.”
Jurgen exhaled. “Pardon me if not exactly filled with confidence, given your methods of getting things done, Jackson.”
“Sheesh, everyone’s a critic…” Jackson groaned as he shot the core into a trash can with a satisfying kathunk. He then whistled. “Hey sparky fire devil guy, get in here.”
Faustus rocketed into the room out of nowhere in a surge of sparks and embers. “Excuse me! What did you just call me!?” He then turned to Will. “Ahem, Will, you shouldn’t go… but I will happily go with you if you do.”
Sam stammered over her words for a moment. “Faustus!”
“Well I suppose that would push the odds in our favor” Jurgen commented.
“Look at it this way, señor,” Adrien put in. “We’ll all be there and Will is my responsibility at the moment. It’s my duty to keep him safe.”
“As reckless as this is, I doubt Valentin would want to attempt anything in broad daylight, with potential witnesses around” Trumna pointed out. “This could be a good way to show that Will isn’t afraid.”
Jurgen nodded in acceptance. “A fair point, Mr. Wintergate. Take squad B in addition to squad A with you, Lt. Irons.”
“Sí, sir!”
“Alright, let’s rock and roll,” Jackson said as he cocked his gun and put it back in its holster.
“Happy hunting, gentlemen!” Reynard said as they started to leave. “And don’t hesitate to call for backup if you need it.”
Sam stopped Will and put her hand on his shoulder. “Be careful, Boyo.”
“Will do, Sam.”
Jackson laughed. “Don’t worry, little lady. This ain’t his first rodeo.”
Olivia gave Jackson a disapproving look as she stepped over. “I’ll let Antares know what’s going on.”
Once everyone was ready, four armored vans headed out to Red River. The security personnel were glad to have Will along, introducing themselves and giving him the ins and outs of how they operated. Of course Jackson eventually stole the spotlight, telling Will about some of his recent missions. The squads soon arrived at the corner of Hedge and Elk street. To the right was a beautiful park and to the left was a series of tall buildings. The alley between Gustman’s Hardware and The Hardland Company was where they needed to be. In fact it was the former who contacted the police who contacted M.A.I.G.
The alleyway was fairly spacious and not too dirty, but a rat still skittered away as they approached the entrance. Down the way all of them could see a crowd of people and it sounded like Valentin was addressing them. A japanese man stepped over to the group and gave a proper bow. He was raven-haired, had blue eyes, and what appeared to be two katanas were sheathed at his sides. His uniform was that of the Liger Brigade, with armor plating that allowed for a great deal of flexibility.
“Corporal Gravesun,” Adrien greeted.
“Lt. Irons,” he acknowledged. He then noticed Will and a smile grew on his face. “Konnichiwa, Will-san. How have you been doing?” he asked as he shook his hand with vigor.
“Hey Satsuki, I’ve been doing great… for the most part. We’ve been getting unwelcomed visits from you know who.”
“So how bad is it, Satsuki?” Adrien inquired.
“Bad. It looks like Perkele is trying to create Shadow Constructs, using unwitting people as catalysts.”
Jackson took out a megaphone. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this. Cover your ears, guys…” He cleared his throat and pressed the button down. “Alright everyone, listen up! This is a serious situation and all of you need to vacate the premises now, as this is a matter of The Magic Anomaly Investigation Group. Please calmly make your way to the exit of the alleyway and await further instructions.”
The crowd quickly realized what was going on and began to silently panic. They hurried out of the alley, with police officers and security personnel assisting them. The only thing remaining was Valentin and a few Shadow Constructs (presumably ones he had created beforehand). The group was horrified when a kid sized construct came shambling towards them. The ridiculous noises it was making would have been adorable, had the whole situation not been so morbid.
“Madre de dios…” Adrien said in shock.
“That’s… that’s reversible, right?” Will asked, incredibly worried.
“Hai,” Satsuki replied as he prepared his blade. “I’ve got this.” With a lightning-quick slash, the red eye of the construct was sliced in two, leaving the boy unharmed. The shadow goo slid right off as the sword was sheathed.
“Where…where am I?” the boy asked, a bit confused.
Satsuki guided him over to a police officer waiting nearby, who had been utterly amazed by the dexterity that had been displayed. “Don’t worry, just go with Officer Greens and he’ll take you back home.”
“Okay. Thank you, Mr. Samurai,” the boy replied as he walked off with the officer.
“Dōitashimashite.”
Faustus was beside himself. “Incredible. How did you do that? That’s on par with some of the best blade devils I know.”
Satsuki smiled. “Years of practice.” They then noticed Valentin was giving them a light applause.
Jackson was growing impatient. “Alright, ladies, enough gawking. Time to escalate this nonsense.”
Valentin cheekily raised his hands as Jackson and the others approached. “Gentlemen, I plead the fifth.”
“Stuff it, clown, before I go full patriot act on your sorry ass,” Jackson barked as he pointed his gun in the direction of Valentin’s head.
Valentin put his hands down and rested them on his cane. “Bold of you to bring Zasiel here, given that I could easily…” he pulled out a card from seemingly nowhere, causing everyone to ready their weapons. “...capture him with the flick of a wrist.” This made everyone incredibly nervous.
“Don’t even try it, bandito,” Adrien warned, finger on the trigger of his gun. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way.” The two Shadow Constructs seemed to laugh, but it sounded more like gurgling then laughing.
Will was one edge as it felt like Valentin could go off at any moment. Despite this, Will had the weirdest bout of confidence that compelled him to walk right up to his foe. “Parley, Perkele.”
An arrogant, yet respectful grin stretched across his face. “Parley, yes. What can I do for you?”
“I’m here, right on time,” Will said as he presented the invitation he had been given.
“How very cordial of you, O’Zasiel,” Valentin replied as he took it, turning it back into one of his cards. After a quick shuffle of his deck, he fanned it out in his hand. “Pick a card, any card…”
“Sport, what are you doing?” Faustus questioned as Will took a card.
“Shush, Faustus…”
“Memorize it, but don’t show me,” Valentin instructed. He then took the card and began shuffling the deck. “Now, Zasiel, I must ask you an important question: What is evil and do you believe in it?”
“Evil is… um, evil is the irreverent disregard for God and his creation. And of course I believe in it.”
“And how do you quantify it?”
“Well… I’m not sure. I mean, I could say don’t rob Pete to pay Paul as an example…”
“How do you know the one who robbed pete is pure though? A fairly bold assumption.”
Will was confused. “Okay, how about someone who beats someone else up for their valuables so they can sell them for drugs? There’s a good example of evil.”
“Same issue: How do you know the robbed wasn’t a bad person and that the robber wasn’t trying to procure medicine for their sick children?”
“I don’t… I don’t know.”
“A black and white mindsight can help sift through the muck and mire, but often leads to tunnel vision, like so many people on this…wonderful planet we unfortunately live on.”
“What are you getting at?”
Valentin kept shuffling, the tension beginning to really mount. “Evil exists in everyone, from the lowly peasant to the mighty general. Are you one who accepts this or one who denies it?”
Will had to think about that for a moment. “Deny? Accept? Er, everyone is capable of evil, but learning and knowledge can stop that and open one’s eyes to the light.”
“So you do accept the existence of evil… You’re just like Milan. An idealist who thinks everyone can be sorted out.” Valentin stopped shuffling.
“But everyone can be enlightened… I think.”
Valentin grinned. “You think? Meaning you don’t actually believe that? Ha, you know it deep down, don’t you? Some are too far gone to be helped. We’re not so different in that regard. Now…” he held up a card. “Is this your card?”
“Yes,” Will answered as he took it. “Are you referring to Despot? Is he really that bad?”
With a snap of his fingers, Valentin teleported everyone to the fields outside of M.A.I.G. headquarters. “Ah ah ah, you’ll spoil the surprise!” he cackled.
After recovering from the daze of being warped, Jackson and Adrien realized that Valentin was accompanied by 10 constructs. The two lept into action, guarding Will and giving orders. Before they could call for help, M.A.I.G.’s sirens were already broadcasting a code red alert. Several security patrols had noticed the teleportation and squadrons were already making their way there.
With everyone else dealing with the constructs, Faustus flew right into Will, turning his arms red like his. “Faustus!?” Will exclaimed.
“Don’t worry, champ!” his voice said. “We’ll do it just like the old days.”
“Hold up! The old days? But I don’t remember the old…” As if by instinct, Will hurled a fireball at Valentin. “...days!?”
Faustus laughed triumphantly. “There you go! Now let’s singe that circus reject!”
Will began chasing Valentin around, trying to pelt him with fire. He was dodging effortlessly, but Valentin had to admit that Will’s tenacity was impressive. The boy was clearly one who relished power once he had it. Finishing up with the construct he was facing, Satsuki turned his attention to the spectacle between Will and Valentin. Despite the trouble that was ensuing, Satsuki was able to work around Will’s fire magic and lend him a hand.
After a close call with one of the katanas, Valentin created some space between him and his opponents. He then danced in place a little while clapping. “Ooh la la, how impressive. I feel we should cool off with a little shower, however.” He then threw one of his cards into the clouds, causing a severe thunderstorm to rapidly form.
Jackson could see Will getting antsy after a particularly loud crack of thunder that shook the ground. “Keep it together, weatherman…” As if to rain on his parade, a lightning bolt struck about 30 feet away from them. “GRAND COULEE DAM! Nevermind, everyone book it into M.A.I.G. now!” he ordered.
“And with that, I bid you all adieu!” Valentin called out. “Auf Wiedersehen, Zasiel! And keep that card, it may come in handy someday, HAHA!”
The group made it into the headquarters as an incredibly loud crack of thunder nearly split their eardrums. It had also started hailing fiercely as the garage doors shut. Surprisingly they were all laughing it off as they caught their breath, despite all of the chaos they had just gone through. M.A.I.G. medical staff quickly made their way to the garage the group had ducked into it and began tending to them.
The nurse that was checking on Will noticed that he had started shivering once Faustus left him. Worried, she immediately called for someone to bring him an emergency blanket. Faustus had realized what was going on and knew he had to act quickly. Grabbing Jackson, he immediately took him and Will to Reynard’s quarters.
“Why here, Sparky?” Jackson inquired as he sat Will down on the couch. He then took a seat in the chair next to him.
Faustus went to the guest room and came back with a big, fluffy blanket that he wrapped Will in. He then went to turn the thermostat up to a toasty 80 degrees. “I may have accidentally drained Will of his heat.”
“Well that can’t be good…” Hannah had walked up to Jackson and barked out of curiosity. “Hey, girl…” he said as he petted her.
“Th-thanks for the blanket, Faustus…” Will said through chattering teeth. “I’m so cold…”
“Don’t worry, Will. I know just the soup to fix you up!” Faustus assured as he began rummaging through Reynard’s kitchen. “Let’s see, salt, pepper, chicken broth, egg noodles… Hum, I’ll have to cook this meat with my fire…”
“Wh-what are you making?”
“It’s a recipe Milan taught me for just such an occasion.”
“Chicken noodle soup?” Jackson asked, a little skeptical.
“Yeah, but it has some extra ingredients and a little magic mixed in. It should revitalize Will. I mean, theoretically his internal heat should recover in a warm setting, but I don’t want to take any chances.”
Jackson shrugged. “Fair enough, you’re the pyromancer here. How long do you think it will take to make this soup? Any longer and Will might start registering a one on the Richter scale.”
Faustus nervously chuckled. “Not long, with my magic. Don’t worry, Will, hot soup’s on the way.”
“No-no prob, Faustus. Take your ti-time…” Will replied.
Next: Chapter 9
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
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