After my hand had sunk into his chest, I let myself be swallowed by it. Ya it sounds disgusting but in reality I'm just trying to find his soul. After awhile I get my fingers on it.
"Come with me Andrew... your friend misses you..." I murmur and the soul (Souls have shapes, his was a jaguar). The almost see through Jaguar stalks towards me before taking a running leap and going through me, back to his body, its pretty amazing but to me its just the normal.
Who am I, you ask? I'm Magick, in both senses.
------Ashley's POV-------
Andy starts shaking and screaming, it looks like something is crawling through his veins. Its disgusting. Its horrid. He gets to his knees, spin extending from his back almost breaking skin. Its like his skeleton is trying to break free. Suddenly the cloaked figure appears again beside him and mumurs one shaky line:
Withstand the depths of trial, let him become who he truly is, angelic and demonic a simple split.
What the hell is she talking about?? But then it happens 2 large bumps start to bulg from his shoulder blades, leaving him screaming in agony. I'm helpless... I can't do anything, but...
"YOU BITCH!!" I scream and atake the cloaked figure, she falls back and her peircing blue eyes stare back into mine. Leaving me intranced.
"I've done nothing... He's becoming what he is, what you never knew he was... and you dear, look in a mirror lately?" She breathes as she takes my punches in the gut. Andy's what I can now see to be wings are slowly growing, they're black as night with red tips. I let out a terrified scream.
"What do you mean mirror?" I ask turning back to the woman she sighs before lifting her hand up, her palm becoming a pallot of clean steal. I see my reflection and smile before screaming and backing away.
"I HAVE FANGS??" I scream almost curling into a ball and sobbing she sighs softly before crawling over to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.
"Shh... it's alright. You aren't a Vampire... no where near it, you're what we call Static." She says rubbing my back comfortingly, Andy's laying on the ground moaning softly as his wings stop teitching at their full length of 30ft.
"What's a Static?" I mumble and she sighs before turning my head to look at her.
"A Static is a creature who I thought was long gone. They were the Tranfixers only hunters. They could kill an army of them in one single note. Have you wondered why in all these fights you haven't been touched? You my dear I believe are the last of your kind, this is going to sound alarming but you need blood. You can bend into shadows and slip along unoticed. Sir, it's an honor to meet one of your kind." She says and I nod as Andy sits up.
"What happened?" He groans and then notices his wings.
"Well boys, I think its time for names. I'm Magick." She says kindly and I look at her shocked.
"I'm Andy and this Ashley.... but why do I have wings?" He whispers and she sighs.
"Dear Andrew, you have wings because that's who you are. You are... what is it call? Shit..." She fades off lost in thought before fishing out a notebook. She flips through the pages till she hits one in the middle.
"Read this... this is who you truly are."