Uncontrollable

Chapter Twenty-Two

I spun around, rising to a standing position and preparing to fight. Blood pumped rapidly from my heart, magic shooting through my veins giving me a buzz of energy not even adrenaline can.

I knitted my eyebrows. How could there be no one in the cell? They couldn't be hiding because the whole thing was illuminated and there was no where to hide.

And then, out of the blue, another knife appeared out of thin air, sailing straight toward my heart. I dove out of the way, slamming into the metal bars. The knife hit a wooden pole and clattered to the ground, disappearing the moment it hit the earth.

"Hello?" I called out uncertainly, hoping that someone had used magic to make themselves invisible.

"I thought you'd never realize," a woman's voice came from directly behind me. I whirled around to face the invisible voice.

"What're you doing? Why am I being held here?" I asked, anger and exasperation filling my voice. The woman's voice was high and nasally when she spoke.

"Those are confidential things. I wouldn't worry too much though. After all, Ryder, you are supposedly the strongest magician to exist. Although I don't buy it. How could the strongest magician to exist not be able to get out of a simple cage?" Her voice raised at the end, dripping with smugness. As she spoke, her voice seemed to be moving. I kept my body facing where it sounded like her voice was coming from.

"You're right," I answered, shooting down her smugness with my cool head. "I'm not the strongest magician to exist. I am a teenage boy who uses my powers for things I think are worth it. Nothing more, nothing less. Now get me out of here."

"Ah... tsk tsk tsk," she began her voice reverberating of the cell bars as if they were a solid wall. "Grey told me you'd be in denial of what you truly are." 

Her laugh rang out through the cell, but it was her words that pierced into my brain, breaking down my deepest defenses. Grey told her?

"What do you mean 'Grey told me you'd be in denial of what you truly are'?" I asked, my emotions having clearly changed. My voice sounded almost inviting.

"I mean exactly what I said," the woman spat. Although she was invisible, I was almost sure that she was scowling. 

"You know Grey?" Did everyone connected with the wizarding world know Grey?

"Of course I do. Every damn wizard knows him; he's the king for heaven's sake!" She began walking again. Now that I was acutely aware of her, I could hear her footsteps on the hay.

"But why did he talk to you about me?" I pushed, having a craving to know more. If they were working together, that would mean that Grey had been working against me the entire time.

"Because I asked. I was invited to a meeting a while back; he wanted to know about my invisibility. As the night droned on, though, his drinks were increasing and he was becoming so drunk a fly could kill him. And then I asked about you - don't question me about why, I won't answer ya - and he spilled all his dirty little secrets 'bout you. 'Course this was before he'd even pretended to be a victim of a murder to get close to you," she explained. Talking to a person but not being able to see them felt extremely creepy.

"Would you cut the invisible act?" I asked as a way to stall so I could ponder what she'd said. Then, without warning, a knife flew toward me. The first thing I could think to do was stop it, so I squeezed my eyes shut, and concentrated on the knife, using all of my willpower to make it stop and turn around.

Beads of sweat began dripping down my forehead. Physical objects had always been harder for me to connect with.

As I tried to connect with it, I urged it to stop and spin around. A smile played on my lips as I felt it obey my commands. I peeled my eyes open just in time to see it fall to the ground and disappear.

"So you really can stop objects with your mind," the voice sang from behind me.

I turned toward her voice just in time to hear a bang and see bullets flying towards me. With a sigh, I concentrated once more on the bullets, but they were moving much quicker than the kinfe was and I didn't have time to stop them.

At the last minute, I conjured a force field to block the bullets. An accomplished laugh began bubbling in my stomach when I felt a searing pain in my shoulder, throwing me onto the ground. As I hit the ground more pain shot through my body, a scream extracted from my body.

Tears threatened to burn their way out of my eyes, but I held them back. I could heal the injury and I could win this fight.

"You really are pathetic. You think you're all that but you're not." Just her voice, let alone her words, made me angry.

Above me, the woman made herself visible once more, twirling a knife lazily.

"I think that they need to rethink taking your powers - you're not even worth it," the woman said, a sneer overtaking her face buried under pounds of makeup. Even the brown of her eyes looked to be altered somehow. With each word she said, my head pounded. I could barely focus because of all the pain.

"Oh, so you work for 'them'. The ones who relentlessly attacked me for my powers?" I asked, my voice shaking from the pain I was feeling.The bitterness of my voice sparked up a victorious smile on the woman's face. Her shoulder-length blonde hair fell forward as she leaned further over me.

"Yes. I do. And personally I don't think your worth it. I'm surprised you can even kill other murderers. You can't even get your mother back," she said with a small chuckle.

The last few words she said spoke sparked an anger unlike anything I'd ever felt before. An anger from deep within my body, a fiery wrath ready to be released.

Instead of using my anger to kill this woman, though, I decided to use it to try to get myself out of here once more.

Without answering her, I closed my eyes and imagined appearing at the road with my mother once more. Once it was clear in my mind, I raised my right hand, releasing my normal magic with the anger magic with it. 

The feeling of transportation overtook me again, but this time it was stronger, faster and more powerful. When my body seemed to reach the area where I was thrown back into the cell, the strength of my magic, slammed through it and the next thing I knew I was laying staring up at the clouds, dirt surrouding my body.

Pain pulsed through my body. I was so tired from the magic I'd used I couldn't even stop the pain. There still seemed to be fighting all around me, but I didn't have the energy or momentum to join in; all I could do is lay helplessly on the dirt, watching.

One thought never left my head: I needed Grey to protect me and if that meant joining the war, that's what I needed to do.

~+ Uncontrollable +~

And here is chapter twenty-two! I hope you all enjoyed it, and hopefully the ending to the chapter was exciting enough for you all.

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