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"Oh! Of course. I'm heading that way too. What a coinkydink, don't you think?"
The Warlock giggles.Gigglesinmypresence.
"Sure," I grunt, shoving past her.
Unable to take a hint, the Warlock blathers on about some insipid apartment building gossip as we head to the underground parking lot. I tune her out as best I can.
"... 016 is sleeping with 302, but she's engaged to 112!"
"No." I gasp, trying to infuse as much shock into my voice as possible. Then, summoning as much dryness as I can, I glare at her. "I don't care."
That seems to finally hit home with 227.
"You don't?" Hurt clouds her face, and her eyes somehow get wider. "Well, you didn’t need to be such a bitch about it."
Finally. I smirk. I’m almost proud of her for that little outburst.
We've reached the underground parking lot, and the Warlock peeks over her shoulder at me before sighing. "I’m sorry I called you a bitch. I hope we can still be friends, 416."
We were never friends,I say to myself.
I let out a long exhale. I am never going to see this chick again. Why not be kind for a moment? “Fine,” I breathe, stepping past her to grab the door.
227 walks out beside me, grinning as though being my friend is the best thing she could have ever imagined.
My stomach twinges, and warning bells sound in my mind.
The lights...
Where are they?
The parking garage is pitch-black.
“What’s happening?” 227 asks from my side.
“Wait,” I breathe. I should be able to see. The hairs on my neck stand up, and I reach out to grab my little friend.
The space at my side is empty, and my hands clutch at empty air.
My heart races. My hands tighten. Muscles all over my body ache with a vengeance. My power isn’t what it should be right now. My little outburst in the apartment was more draining than I had originally thought.
A loud noise comes from the space in front of me.
I jump, my hands curling into fists as Jerry falls to the floor with a clatter. My eyes widen as the lights in the parking garage slowly come back on, one at a time. They illuminate the lot as a shuffling sound comes from behind one of the cars. I hurry forward, my eyes widening as the Warlock stumbles towards me.
"Four... sixteen."
I grab her, feeling an unnatural warmth around her middle. Something sticky coats my fingers, and my stomach drops. I pull my hands away. Blood. The scent of iron fills my nostrils, and my head pounds harder.
We know.
Reaching deep inside me, I attempt to summon an icicle. My magic is exhausted, and my power comes as a trickle instead of a raging river. I glance around and don’t see anything.
But someone is here. I can feel them.
I begin to run, making it past three cars, when suddenly, a bag is jammed over my head, and something sharp punctures my neck.
I punch and connect with a stiff muscle. A masculine grunt. Good. I kick a leg once and then adjust my aim to land in the space between his legs.
