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Post by Grace Claudia-Jackson on Jan 22, 2010 5:32:48 GMT
She nodded slowly, feeling his concern. "We'll try our best, Braxton. Believe me when I say that I know her well enough to know that I will personally try to make sure she survives," she said, ignoring the questioning look from Melville.
She motioned towards the steps, beginning to walk up them, "You'll have to be quiet, since Brendan's trying to sleep, but I could certainly use some help with some potions. Do you know the Axthryana potion yet?" she asked, her voice just over a whisper.
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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 22, 2010 5:38:10 GMT
Braxton laughed and followed the woman. "He could sleep through the high school marching band, a train wreck, and a barrels of homocidal monkeys. Dont you worry about waking him."
He looked at the vials and vials of things, then contemplated where the ghost came from.
"I just started at the school.. But Im a quick learner." He smiled, looking for the ghost guy.
"Thats really cool. Whered he go?"
Braxton had always been easily distracted, but once he set his mind to it, he could do anything at all. And he would be good at it too. Once he got concentrated, he could be amazing at anything he done. You just had to catch his attention first...
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Post by Grace Claudia-Jackson on Jan 22, 2010 5:53:25 GMT
She frowned a little, but was used to teaching students, even if it had been a while since she'd taught anything practical - legally, anyway. "Braxton, here's the list of ingredients we need in the orders. Remember the more precise you are the more likely it will work." she said, handing him the paper and a vial. "Please, if there's anything you don't understand then ask. This is very important, and could save our lives." she said, moving onto another bottle as she crushed the plants into it.
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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 22, 2010 5:59:03 GMT
Braxton nodded, reading the list carefully, following the directions slowly and tediously, afraid to mess anything up. He followed his progress on the paper with a pencil, sliging the pencil down the sheet to the next step he needed to complete. Soon, he found himself at the bottom of the page.
"Im done!" He smiled, proud of himself for doing something right. He felt confident that it was perfect.
"Did I do a good job?" He glanced back at his brother, who still lay asleep on the couch. "I really wanna help Bren.."
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Post by Grace Claudia-Jackson on Jan 22, 2010 6:22:52 GMT
Grace looked at the potion, taking a tiny drop and putting it onto the ground. The drop skidded out into a circle, rising as a purple dome and staying there for a few seconds before dispersing. "Not bad," Grace told him, "In case you were wondering, its a cage spell. If the spirit thinks it is in danger, there's a good chance it will attempt to run, which we can't allow." she said, adding that vial to the collection she had.
She passed him more sheets of paper, "These are spells that will be useful. They're in order of usefulness, so even if you can only get one down it will be better than nothing," she told him, putting the vials one by one into a carrier box. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, shaking her head to try and fight away the tiredness. They didn't have time for rest, as per usual.
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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 22, 2010 16:01:15 GMT
Braxton nodded, starting on the first of the stack. He continued to keep track of his progress with his pencil, moving the eraser-end of it down the line as he completed it. He was making good progress, getting a little faster at making them as he made his way through the stack. On about his third or fourth potion, he heard something rustle and glance at his brother, who lay asleep, tossing and turning. Something was bothering him, making him restless. His face was hiddedn, Braxton assumed it was because he was in an incredible amount of pain.
He sighed as a tear slid down his cheek, pooling at his chin before dropping onto his shirt and dissapearing forever. He felt so bad that his brother had to undergo such physical and emotional pain. He wished he could take his brothers pain away from him.
Little did he know, Brendan was being screamed at, yelled at, commanded to die. Before it was too late.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 22, 2010 16:06:23 GMT
"YOURE AWFUL! TERRIBLE! You know shes going to die. Shes not going to make it. Youre no hero. Youre a child, a punk. You couldnt do anything if it was already done for you!" His brother screamed at him, poking him hard in the chest. Brendan slapped away his hand. The room was dark, dreary, and full of dust. It was like a dungeon, a prison he would never be able to escape.
"Shes not going to die! W-why cant you have faith in me for once?!" Brendan asked, almost pleaded with the cruel spirit. He wrung his hands in his shirt, the thought of Diane dying was killing him inside. And the fact that it would all be his fault made the notion hurt all the more. A single tear crept down his pale cheek.
"Cry about it! Cry about it, why dont you?! Crying wont save your toy now! Crying wont save her! Why dont you just go and die, Brendan? Why dont you just go and die?..."
Brendan tossed and thrashed, surprisingly not tumbling off of the sofa he was laying on. He grabbed at the chain around his neck, the chain with the ring on it that he wanted Diane to have so badly, but she just wouldnt take. He wouldnt care if she too wore it on a chain around her neck, as long as the last thing he had of his father was with the girl he loved so dearly, so truely. He continued to claw at the necklace, trying to get it off.
"Diane... Diane... Diane..." He cried in his sleep, now clawing at his arms rather than his necklace. He was beginning to draw blood, the small droplets falling onto his shirt.
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Post by Grace Claudia-Jackson on Jan 22, 2010 16:32:40 GMT
She looked between the two, walking over to the chair next to the sofa. She tilted her head back, not having time to sleep or nap but knowing that it would be invaluable to have some rest.
It only seemed to make the brother's screams louder, though she couldn't hear Brendan's responces through his dream. She shook her head, listing up off her chair and sitting besides Brendan, "You're doing a good job," she reassured him, "And beleive it or not, when the time comes crying might be what brings her back. The fact that you love her and she loves you will save her."
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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 22, 2010 16:41:56 GMT
Braxton looked at her worriedly. He knew that if Brendan wasnt shaken awake soon, he would end up making deep gashes in his arms. He had done it many times as a child when he was troubled and living with his mom and dad. Everytime they would fight, Brendan would have awful nightmares and try and tear his body apart, mumbling things in his sleep as if someone was talking to him, screaming to him. Braxton remembered having to crawl to his bed many nights and shake him awake, push him over so he could crawl into bed with his brother and comfort him as best his he knew how, only being a small child at the time. Braxton would take Brendans hand in one hand and rub his head with the other, hoping with all his might that his brother would cese his cries.
"Wake him up.. Wake him up, please. If you dont, hell end up tearing his arms off.." He pleaded, looking at the woman. He knew as well as he knew his name that Brendan would end up killing himself in his sleep if he someone didnt wake him. And Braxton just couldnt handle looking his brother again.
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Post by Grace Claudia-Jackson on Jan 22, 2010 16:49:18 GMT
Grace nodded, taking the whistle that he had passed to Brendan and blowing hard, letting the spirit hopeful reel away in pain. Even so, she assumed that half the thrashing was caused by the insecurities, and tried to wake him up, starting lightly and then trying to wake him quickly, holding onto his arms so he couldn't use them to hurt himself.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 22, 2010 16:56:33 GMT
The screams were silenced, but still Brendan tried to claw at himself, to finish himself off so the voices would stop forever and Diane could finally be happy without him. Then he realized his arms wouldnt move and he let out an ear piercing scream.
"Let go of my arms! Let go!" He screamed, before finally waking up.
He looked at the woman who had a grip on his arms and raised an eyebrow. He looked at his arms, the blood almost making his empty stomach sick. It trickled and dripped down his arm, to his elbow, where is pooled and dripped onto his shirt. This wouldnt be the first time he woke up with blood on his arms, but it was definatley the most blood he had ever seen. And it was the first time some had had to hold him down to make it stop.
"Shes going to die.." He murmured, barely audiable. "Because Im worthless..."
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Post by Grace Claudia-Jackson on Jan 22, 2010 17:05:51 GMT
Grace looked at him with sorrow, finally letting go of his arms and taking her pendulum back, twirling it around his arms to stop the bleeding. "She's going to live because you mean the world to her," Grace said forcefully, "You need to be strong now, Brendan. If this demon finds some weakness in you, something it can focus on to turn Diane against you, then this will be very hard." she told him.
She stood up slowly, walking over to the side of the wall and pulling out a big rolled up sheet of paper. She unravelled it, a giant map of the school, Henton and even parts of Crastyl were on the floor. "This is why i use a pendulum," Grace told them, stepping over the map, "When we find where she is, we'll need to move fast. Are we ready?"
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 22, 2010 17:10:29 GMT
Brendan looked at the large map. And even though he didnt know, he had a very odd feeling she was in the woods. Not the one he had brought her to but another one, one close to them. Brendan nodded, then looked at his brother who in turn nodded, finishing up the potion he was working on and wiping his hands on his jeans.
Brendan realized he would have to be strong, pretend everything was okay when it really wasnt. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, the shaking, but failing at that too. He clutched the necklace in his shaking hand.
"I love you, Diane.." He whispered, her 'I love you' echoing back at him. He had only heard her say it once, but he would treasure it forever.
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Post by Grace Claudia-Jackson on Jan 22, 2010 17:35:14 GMT
Grace nodded, spinning the pendulum in her hands. It shivered, then seemed to have a life of its own, somehow attracted to the poster beneath her, spinning around but no longer in circles, but like a bloodhound sniffing out the tracks. It seemed strangely attracted to a certain point in the forest, but after dotting around it several times, it quickly span away from there altogether, going to the school. Grace nodded to herself, "She's i-" she stopped suddenly, the pendulum suddenly rushing back to the forest, and then back to the room. "What is she doing....?" Grace said under her breath, watching as it dotted between the two exact same places. "She's planning.... something. I don't think we can afford to let that happen," she said, her smile completely wiped off her face. She had never seen something like this before. "I guess that leaves a choice - bedroom or forest?"
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 22, 2010 17:41:54 GMT
Brendan raised an eyebrow, amazed as the pendulun swayed, then aquired a mind of its own and tried to sniff out Diane. It was as if it was a little dog. Brendan smiled a bit. This magic thing was growing on him more and more.
"My guess would be the forest. But Im usually wrong. Maybe theres something in the forest shes going to get... But shes at her dorm?" He looked questionably at his brother, who nodded, then at the woman. He could be right for once, but he doubted it. He was never right. If he was right, it meant something was going to go very very wrong...
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