SHATTERED

Chap:8: A Spider's web

Author's Note : The pic on the right is of Kai

"Keleuo thee phos cheo' oun thuo ! I command thee light to pour and kill."

Shards of light flew piercing the night ,like daggers after the boy as he scrambled to dodge.

Miscalculating the distance between two roofs , he jumped in haste. In the last second flailing his arms , his fingers barely caught the edge of the rain gutter and clambered up. Ducking to avoid another deadly onslaught of shards. He was clearly unfit and had survived so far only due to sheer dumb luck. However, luck won't last forever, eventually it will run out , or a stray shard will catch him unawares, or his pursuers will land a hit or his feet will slip and he'll crash land to his death or eternal paralysis, the possibilities were endless. But none good. Unless he managed to come up with something before his pursuers catch up, each option was certain to lead to death.

The boy's frantic flight was going to end soon. He's breathing started to become quicker and shallower with each step he took.

Shit, he thought.

Whipping his head behind for a fraction of a second, he saw his pursuers gaining speed. It seemed the lanky one was a castor, just his luck. Who knows what that freak had up his sleeves. He could even paralyze me if he could get the right chance, the boy thought.

Okay, so it wasn't purely luck that had helped him to survive so far, it was also due to his speed. The only reason the spiky haired freak hadn't been able to catch him yet was because none of the freak's spells could hit the target.This also proved the freak wasn't a top level castor.

Maybe just maybe I could still escape , even the slimmest chance was enough ,as long as it was there.The bulky one hasn't shown any special talents yet, does he not have any ? No, that can't be, why would someone like him work with the investigators of Outlaw if he did not have a talent ? Most propably he's biding his time to strike when my situation is in his favor....the boy thought. A million thoughts racing in his head.

Breathing deeply, he sent a silent plea for help, hopefully Axel will get his message. He scanned the area for possible escape routes.

Everything was going fine, he only came to this part of the town to do some research on his own after hearing about the mysterious occurences that had taken place here, it piqued his interest. He timed it so he could watch the investigators at work and lessen his workload. Now that curiosity was killing the cat. If only his concentration hadn't wavered the enemies detection spell would never have caught him.

Bruised, exhausted in more ways than one, he decided this cat and mouse chase has got to stop before he burned out completely. Two against one was hardly fair, not to mention one knew magic. There was no way he could hold them both off single-handedly in a fight , in his condition. If only he could get close enough....just one touch was all he needed but there was no element of surprise on his side. The only weapons at his disposal were illusion and trickery. Tapping into his emergency reserves of energy he focused on the only spell he knew.

He spoke in his mind and willed the spell to come alive. Voice was not always necessary .

"Keleuo thee skotos to calypto mia un keleuo thee ouranos planao miak echthroi. I command the darkness to conceal me and I command the air to lead my enemies astray."

He sensed a huge amount of energy leaving him as his legs started to give away he dropped to an alley, landing on all fours. Black jacket morphing into the sleek black coat of a bloodhound. With a feral growl it burst out of the alley and darted into the streets.

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What seemed like an hour later....Rawel growled in frustration , Sven panted, exhaustion crawling into their limbs. They had come to a stop in front of the nearest alley that joined the filthy , grey- tiled roof neighbourhood to the main street of the business section ,of the city. They had chased the boy till here only to find the moment one of Sven's shards hit , that it was an apparition. A doppelganger. What a wild goose chase that was.