The Shrink Program

Chapter 117

Ignoring his brother's cautious words, Alex stared at Jack, blue eyes impossibly cold. He looked about ready to kill the smiling boy.

So of course, Jack had to push it just that last step further.

"What excellent aim you have Alex." He commented dryly. "Though I should expect nothing less, considering the state you put your precious little friend in."

He tilted his was curiously "Tell me, was hurting her juuuust enough to make sure neither she nor Nigel would fight against you, was it worth it? Even after seeing that look on her face?"

In an instant, all the glass in the room surrounded him, pressing in only a fraction away from his skin. Jack froze, not breathing, not daring to move lest he risks cutting himself to shreds.

"Alexander." Alan hissed, his shoulders hunched inward with tension. His hand was extended, as if physically stopping the glass in its tracks "Would you kindly stop being an idiot."

He flung his hand out to the side, and the glass responded, flying out across the room.

Heading straight for the injured supervisors.

Before anyone could move to avoid the attack, the glass melted into a water-like substance, surrounding each supervisor and solidifying into a glass-like bubble. Trapping the men inside.

Cool... Wait, no, not cool. Baaaad.

I saw Winkle banging furiously against the glass of his bubble, his muffled voice demanding to be let out.

Along with some very very naughty words. I would shield Nigel's ears if I could move right now.

Peri and Havoc had been trapped in the same bubble, and Reece had made a leap for the injured Garmen when the glass started flying.

Mr Green lay unconscious in a bubble of his own.

"I think... That we've indulged your fantasies enough for today Jack." Alan murmured, his voice strained, whether, with concentration or anger, I couldn't tell.

He lifted his head, a very diplomatic smile curling his lips. "I tried to give you a hint, but apparently, your ego is so thick that you have difficulty hearing it." His smile became a little colder as he raised a knowing eyebrow "Or perhaps, you thought that you could distract me. By being an imbecile."

He held his hand out, twiddling his fingers playfully.

"We are watching you Jacky, so of course we are completely aware of what you have in your pocket. Hand him over, without making a fuss." When Jack bulked, Alan's smile grew into a grin, mocking and full of teeth. "Come now, Jack. Alexander's impatience is quite infectious, you know. I suggest you make an effort to comply while I'm still asking nicely."

Without another word, not a single cocky remark, Jack slowly reached into the pocket of his jacket.

And pulled out a resisting Artemis.

Silently he dropped the small body into Alan's raised hand, not waiting for further instruction before turning on his heel and storming towards the exit, passing the statue like Alex on his way.

For a moment, Alan calmly studied the small figure in hand, silently appraising the boy for injury.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that Artemis appeared mostly uninjured. If it weren't for the shaking, I might have been convinced that he was alright.

Artemis was even more afraid of the dark than I was, and his time spent in the pocket had obviously rattled him. Alan seemed to notice this, from the gentle way he smiled at Artemis as the tiny boy curled up in his hand.