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Magic isn’t always something you feel. You can have it flowing through your veins and never know it’s there. Then, one day, BAM! But in a good way. Magic will always try to protect its host.
CHAPTER 5 – EVAN WAGNER
Day 2, 6:55 pm
Evan was late for his date with his girlfriend, Stacey. Again. He checked his reflection in the mirror and ran his hands through his hair trying to get it to sit right. He was almost out the door when he realized he’d forgotten his keys. Grabbing them, he booked it to the door and hit the garage door opener. He was just grabbing the door handle to his car when everything went black as cloth slipped over his head. Arms wrapped around him and lifted him into the air. Instinctively, he relaxed his body making it dead weight and managed to slither out of his captor’s arms. He ripped the hood off his head, grateful to be able to see again. There were two men in the garage with him that he could see. One was on the ground trying to get up. The other was coming straight for him.
He tried to get back into his car again, but he didn’t have enough time. One of them grabbed his wrist. He tried to yank his hand out of the man’s grasp, but when he did, his wrist stretched out and slid through the fist of his attacker. Evan stared stunned as his wrist as it snapped back into to normal.
By this time, the other guy managed to get back on his feet and grabbed Evan around the chest. Again, Evan slid out of other man’s grasp. He understood now that he wasn’t just sliding through, he was stretching out, making his body long, thin, and impossible to hold onto. As his body snapped back to it’s original shape, he turned, and punched the first guy who was advancing towards him, dove into his car, and slammed the door. The guy he punched was still lying on the floor, but Evan had no idea where the second one had gone.
He started the engine and just as he was backing out of the garage, a baseball bat slammed against the back window shattering it.
“Are you insane?” he shouted as he floored car down the driveway. The two men chased after him until they got to a black van parked along the side of the road and jumped in. But Evan had already turned the corner and was out of sight. He took every turn, going back and forth between left and right, weaving his way out.
By the time, had doubled back a few times to make sure he wasn’t being followed, he was a half hour late, his shirt was torn, and he had dried blood on his face. He wasn’t even sure if it was his.
He sat in the car for a moment trying to calm down. He held his hand out in front of him, examining the front and back, but he didn’t notice anything different. Then, he tried pulling on one of his fingers and watched as it stretched out to twice it’s length. He let go and his finger retracted back into form. Then he tried bending his wrist. Normally, he couldn’t bend it much past a 90-degree angle. Now it bent until his hand was flush against his arm.
Well that’s new.
When he went inside he must have been quite the sight to see because Stacey didn’t even comment on him being late.
“Are you okay?” she asked. “You’re bleeding!” She took a step closer, examining his face for cuts. He slid past her and into the bathroom.
“It’s nothing,” he said. “I just got my shirt caught on something which made me trip and fall.”
After he cleaned the blood off his face, they agreed to order in and watch a movie which he was thoroughly grateful for. He wasn’t eager to go out with two men trying to attack him.
Throughout the night he continued to stare out the window checking to see if anyone was sneaking up the front lawn. At every noise he jumped in the air.
“What is wrong with you tonight?” she asked, after he jumped again.
“Nothing,” he said, adjusting the blanket they were snuggled in.
She arched her eyebrow at him. He was about to deny again, but then he heard another thump.
“What was that?” he asked, jumping to his feet and looking around. The blanket lay pooled on the ground.
“It was just Panther,” she said, rolling her eyes. Sure enough, Stacey’s black cat rounded the couch and jumped into her lap purring.
“I guess I’m a bit on edge tonight.” He said. “I think I should go.”
He started driving home, but knew he couldn’t go home. He needed somewhere to lie low. He pulled a U-turn and started driving to his brother’s house. Behind him, he missed the black van he’d just passed that was driving in the opposite direction pull a U-turn down the road and followed a little ways behind him.
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