Page 21 of Runaway Magic
In response, the ‘screen’ softened and continued showing the scene.
They sat in silence as they saw the hole take the entire cemetery and most of the street. Everyone but the sprite sighed in relief when the couple got away.
When the ‘movie’ ended, Marshall was about to thank the sprite, but it swirled over to the door, blew it open, and left before he had a chance to do more than open his mouth. Firmly closing it again, he went to Clayton’s desk, grabbed a notepad, and scrawled a quick message.
“Give this to my team when they get here and tell them what happened.” He handed the pad to Clayton who dropped it, caught it, then dropped it again. Marshall patted his shoulder.“Also, see if you can find any other sprites who might have seen where those two went after the cemetery.”
It looked different than it had the last time Marshall was there in the late 1800s. Trees that had been newly planted now towered overhead.
He was a teenager when his father had taken him to see the cemetery where Paul Revere had been laid to rest. Marshall had grown up on the tales of adventures Revere and his father had gone on together. To hear his father tell it, the Revolutionary War was a big laugh, but sometimes his father would get a look in his eye while sharing a story, and Marshall could tell he was editing out the more gruesome details.
He knew his father would have been angered by the scene that lay before Marshall now. There was nothing left of the cemetery where so many legends had been buried. The hole the boy had created was deep enough that the bottom was shrouded in darkness. It was good the full force of the spell had been focused down rather than out. Otherwise, the death toll would have been staggering.
Marshall needed to find the boy quickly before he hurt someone.
After sampling the general flavor of the crowd’s thoughts, Marshall was able to discern that no one had any idea what was going on. He cast out further, searching for magic, and zeroed in on the top floor of a building on the other side of the crater.
In order to get there before the next Ice Age, he had tonudgepeople out of his way. It took a minuscule amount of power to do so and didn’t break the core tenet of the dreamwalkers.
No altering people’s souls.
Rather than change who the person was on a fundamental level, nudging merely muddied up their thoughts for a short time, making them highly suggestible. Once they heeded his simple, “Excuse me,” they went on their way, never knowing anything out of the ordinary had happened to them.
Marshall could feel the fear and anger of the crowd around him and had to close his mind away to keep from getting swept up in the fervor. Once he found out what had really happened, Marshall needed to be able to deal with the person or persons responsible with a clear and level head.
Once inside the building, he came across a dozen or so norms in uniform. He could tell from their auras they were on a witch hunt, and anyone in their path was going to have a bad day. Marshall had neither the time nor the inclination to convince them that he wouldn’t make a good scapegoat, so he scooped up their thoughts and told them collectively he wasn’t there.
Marshall was forced to squeeze against the wall as they stormed past him to avoid getting trampled. He was tempted to follow in case they found what they were looking for, but he needed to verify for himself the contents of the wrecked hallway he had glimpsed in their minds.
He was glad he had. The fight was only minutes old, so the air in the hallway was filled with residual energy. Both ends of the hall shimmered with the jagged, white distortion of demon magic. Anyone coming in contact with either of those spots would be in danger of possession, so once he was done investigating the scene, he would need to clear them away.
One side of the hall had a large dent in the wall, not far from one of the distortions, and the air in the entire place vibrated with power. Marshall could see a faint halo in the air of thwarted spells. Even though they didn’t have much of a chance of doing any damage on their own, there was still a possibility they couldcombine into something unpleasant, so they would have to be cleared too.
There was no doubt in his mind that this battle was a continuation of the fight in the cemetery. The magical signatures were the exact same. Except for demon magic. That was new. And very troubling. This was definitely a case for the Guard.
Marshall found it interesting that this time the spells were less lethal in nature, unlike the ones in the cemetery. The intent behind them held a flavor of containment, rather than destruction. What had changed in the short time between both battles?
Between one breath and the next, his partner Jack’s hulking presence loomed over his shoulder, barely giving him a start. Marshall didn’t think to wonder anymore at how, unlike nearly everyone else, Jack could manage to sneak up on him undetected. “Adelle’s downstairs trying to get a trace on the couple in your message like you asked.”
“Get her up here. This fight is more recent and easier to get to.” Marshall’s sister may have been the best tracker in the Guard, but the closer she could get to a scene, the better her results were.
While Jack contacted Adelle, Marshall went to the other end of the hall and saw a smear of red down the wall. This was what had gotten the officers so excited. Norms wouldn’t be able to see the scene the way Marshall could, but a blood-stained wall was universal in the world of crime investigation.
He eyed the bullet hole in the wall near the stain. It looked like the soldier had held his own in the fight.
Many magic users had little knowledge of norm weapons, and it looked like at least one member of the Blaike family had suffered from that ignorance.
Once he saw his partner was done contacting Adelle, Marshall made his way over to Jack and held out a hand. “Can Iget an assist? I could probably do it on my own, but I’d rather not tap myself dry at the beginning of a case.”
In a very Jack-like fashion, he didn’t ask any questions and extended his hand, palm up, in a gesture of trust. If Marshall asked something of him, Jack would give it.
Marshall took the offered hand and closed his eyes. Jack’s skin was as warm and grounding as the desert hues it resembled. As usual, Jack’s power was right on the surface and easy to siphon off. Marshall called the star-flecked rainbow of his partner’s magic into the azure of his own wellspring of power, causing their colors to combine into a pattern reminiscent of a supernova remnant.
The pleasure of Jack’s power beckoned, doing its best to draw Marshall away from his appointed task. It was the only downside to joining with the man. He felt too good, and it conflicted with the Guard’sno emotionspolicy. It wasn’t a hard rule for every member of the organization, but powerful dreamwalkers didn’t get the choice to follow it. They kept their shit together, or else.
And Marshall had the dubious honor of being at the head of the pack.
Once Marshall had himself under control, he harnessed and condensed their combined magics into the shape of a net, which he cast out as far as he could. In his mind’s eye, Marshall now had thousands of tiny, gently pulsing lights under his control.
