Masters of the Mystic Arts (In Progress)
NOT HARRY POTTER RELATED STILL IN PROGRESS If you like it please post on my wall or OWL me! This is a story in which three best friends explore their magical capabilities. The bad kid, Andrew, is taken back through his memories to find out who he is, while Tasha realizes that Tarik isn't straight, and Jenna figures out who her long lost son is.
Chapter 3 - Potions, Magic, and Venom
Jenna had a pot over the fireplace. Into it she put some lemon balm and three spiders. A black widow and two brown recluses. She then added a ¼ cup of sugar to the potion. At that point Betereli almost asked how that was going to help Marcia and myself. She answered his question before he even had to ask, “This is going to constrict Tarik’s lungs to get all of the smoke and debris out of his lungs before expanding them to twice their normal size and the ribs will still be fine.”
“The brown recluses will help with his headache and the black widow is what helps his lungs. I pray the black widow wasn’t diseased.” she finished.
“What happens if it was diseased mom?” Marcia managed to speak.
“We would have ourselves a Tarik sized black widow, a black widow sized Tarik, or Tarik would have the venom of a black widow but otherwise be fine.” she said.
“No…He cannot just leave us like that. He just can’t.” Joan said as she struggled to comprehend this most recent upsetting news.
They all looked at my still body, the super slow rise and fall of my chest, and my extremely pale skin.
Jenna sighed, “I don’t know if he will make it. I will of course try my best but the outcome doesn’t look great. I’m sorry.”
Marcia looked over at Jenna and looked back at me before laying back down and staring up at the ceiling in shock. “So my best and only friend is going to die?”
“Death is almost 90% going to happen. If he lives with no issues it will be in the 1% range. If not then there is not much else I can do for him, child.” she said.
“I see.” Marcia said, too numb to do anything else except stare at me and then look up at the ceiling.
“You are all aware that Master Edwards here is like a son to me? I would do anything and everything for him.” Jenna said.
“Yes, of course, Ms. Jenna.” Joan said.
“Is there anything that I can do for him?” Finn asked as he went over to me and looked down at me sadly.
Jenna added a lemon to the potion before stirring it and handing it to Finn in a little bowl. “Make him sip this. Do not spill any of it please.”
Finn slowly lowered the bowl towards my mouth and got me to swallow all of it without spilling it or waking me up. He slowly stepped back and watched me for a sign of life. I suddenly started breathing heavily and my heart started pounding. I slowly stopped breathing and my heart stopped. Finn stared at me in disbelief.
“YES!” Jenna shrieked. “He will live! He will be just fine. Well, he might have the venom of a black widow but that's it!”
“He’s dead, Ms. Jenna. He is dead.” Betereli said. “He isn’t breathing and his heart stopped.”
“No. Listen. Watch.” she said, “And learn.”
Everybody was quiet as they watched me. For half a minute nothing changed. Then I started to breathe and my heart beat. I sat up and looked at everyone and said, “What have I missed?”
I saw Jenna with tears in her eyes and Joan looked like she had just seen a ghost, the only thing that kept me going was the huge smile on Finn’s face.
“You died. It’s no big deal.” Finn said as he beamed. He just couldn’t manage to stop smiling.
“Well, how is Marcia?” I asked.
“I have yet to heal her.” Jenna said.
“Then we need to get her healed. What do you need?” I asked.
“The venom of a black widow.” she said. “And I used my last one on you.”
I looked at her and asked her to give me the little bowl so she did. I got the bowl close to my face as venom poured from my eyes.
“Use this.” I said.
“Thank you. Thank you so much.” Jenna said as she went over to Marcia.
She gave the venom to Marcia who started to scream as her bones mended. Jenna held her down and she called to me as Marcia struggled to get free. I came over and helped to hold her down on the table. She eventually stopped moving and we let go of her. She sat up. She was breathing heavily but she managed a smile.
“I will never forget this guys.” Marcia said. “I honestly doubt that any of us will.”
“How could we, Marcia? You and Tarik both almost died. None of us will ever forget this day.” Joan said.
I was on the table with a piece of paper. I had my blue pen and was writing on it. I showed it to the group. It read:
There is someone looking in through the window. Please make him go away. Please do this for me. I can’t. Please make him go away now!
Jenna glanced at the window and looked back at me before she gasped and whirled back around. The boy hadn’t noticed as everyone except for me turned and looked at him before returning to the conversation. Everyone noticed that he was staring at me. I was muttering under my breath as my face slowly developed a purple look and a very nervous look. Jenna almost asked me what I was saying but she decided against it. Finn did not, “Tarik, what are you saying?”
“He….back to….ruined….can’t….telling them….harsh….wouldn’t believe me anyway.” I said without realizing that Finn had said something and that everyone was listening to me.
“What are you not telling us Tarik?” Finn asked.
“No….No…NO….NO!” I screamed without realizing Finn had talked to me again.
“What? What’s wrong?” Finn asked.
“He won’t ever get near me again…..he won’t!” I shrieked.
“Who?” Finn asked.
“Him!” I shrieked as I pointed to the boy outside of the window and then ran to Jenna.
“Betereli, you know what to do.” Jenna said.
Jenna put me behind her and then Betereli ran towards the window, opened it, and started to chase the boy. He caught up to him in no time. He grabbed hold of his arm and physically dragged him back to the front door and inside the house before locking the door.
He dragged the boy into Jenna’s healing room and set him in a chair. Hands on his shoulders. Betereli looked towards Jenna and nodded at her. She turned around and gently moved me forwards. I was thinking about running back home before I saw Betereli’s face. The boy who had always bullied me looked at me with only sadness and respect in his eyes. That was the only thing that led me to stay. I wanted to go lock myself in a dark room and never come out. I wanted to leave this place and never come back. I wanted to make all of the people in this room leave and never talk to me again. But I didn’t. And it was because of Betereli.
I looked at Betereli and he nodded. I moved forward a step. Betereli kept his hands hard on the boy's shoulders. I thought I was safe. Betereli wasn’t going to let anything happen right? But as I got closer the boy seemed to grow tense. As I reached him his arms shot out and his hands squeezed at my throat. I couldn’t breathe at all and I was having a really hard time. I hadn’t been able to breathe a lot today so it was really hard on my lungs.
“Let him go boy!” Betereli yelled at the boy.
“My name is Andrew Garcia and I do not answer to the name of boy!” The boy said.
“You just did.” Betereli said as he wretched Andrew’s hands from my throat.
Andrew tried to get Betereli away from him but Betereli lifted Andrew and punched his face. Knocking him out. He put him back in the chair none too gently. Andrew’s head rested at the top of the chair. Everyone stared at him, just waiting for him to wake up. He didn’t wake up.
I still had my hands on my neck. My skin felt so hot to the touch. Whenever Marcia put her hands on my shoulders I shrank away from her. I had no idea who had touched me but it freaked me out so much that I ran from the room.
Betereli ran after me. “Tarik. Tarik! Stop!”
“Wh-what?” I asked, still partially running.
“STOP RUNNING!” Betereli yelled.
I stopped running so fast that I lurched forward and the only thing stopping me from hitting the floor was Betereli.
“What did Andrew do to you to make you scared of someone touching your shoulder? What did he do to you?” Betereli asked as he set me back on my feet and we stood there in the room adjacent to Jenna’s healing/work room.
All I did was shake my head and stare at him in silence.
“Tarik.” Betereli said in a warning voice, “What did Andrew do to you?”
“It's not just about what he did to me but what he made me do.” I said.
“What do you mean what he made you do?” Betereli asked.
I looked down, unable to respond.
“I see. Well, if you will not tell me I am sure Jenna would like to know. Will you be able to tell her?” He asked me.
“I don’t want to tell anyone.” I said as I looked at him.
“On this, you need to tell someone, Tarik. I don’t think you need to be told that.” He told me.
“I can’t.” I responded, “And I won’t.”
“Tarik!” Marcia ran into the room. “Andrew is waking up. What do we do?”
Betereli instantly ran into the other room, got to the doorway, turned around and stared at me before entering the room to help keep Andrew in the chair.
“We go back in.” I said.
I walked back into the room and instantly saw what had happened. Jenna had grabbed her stirring spoon and hit Andrew with it. Andrew had his hand pressed against the side of his face. I grabbed the spoon and held it up to hit him with it. I slammed the spoon down on his hand before turning around, thanking Jenna, and handing her back her spoon.
Joan looked at me like I was insane as she said, “Maybe we should just leave him be for now.”
“OW!” Andrew shrieked. “Now why would you do that?”
“You know why.” I said as I crossed my arms. “You deserve so much worse. Now leave and never come back.”
“No can do.” Andrew smiled. “You already know that though. Don’t you?”
My face started to go red with rage as I realized what he said was true. “Why? I want you gone right now! So LEAVE!”
“No.” Andrew said.
“Then I will make you leave.” I said as I rushed forward and grabbed his shoulders in my hands and stared into his eyes. A wild wind blew through the room and still I did not look away. Andrew moved his arms around my body and hugged me. I wasn’t going to let him stop me from getting him out. I stared at him as he started to melt.
He slowly melted away as he said, “I will be back. I will be back for you. You won’t ever be able to leave this. This will follow you around and haunt you forever. If it does not then there really is something wrong with you like I said.” He smiled as he faded away and I rose into the air and slowly fell into the chair.
“You will never see me again Andrew. Never again. I will never look at you again and you will never haunt my dreams or me with your nasty choices. Oh what a world. Oh what a world!” I smiled happily as I felt the last of him leave the room.