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The Bounty Hunters Author Note: I wanted to say thanks to Eric and Brain for plot ideas and to Chris for editing. ************************** Magic has always existed but it is now openly acknowledged. 10% of the population is magically sensitive and 5% can actually be taught to cast spells. Only about 1% of the population has the ability to earn a Magic- User 3rd Class license. In a country of 300 million, that means there are potentially 3 million professional practitioners. However, it takes hard work and training to develop that raw talent. There are currently about 1 million licensed practitioners in the United States. Of that amount, about 100,000 are rated as Magic-User 2nd Class, about 10,000 as Magic-User 1st Class, and roughly 300 are rated as Master Magic-Users. The Guild of Magic-Users is ancient and, from its earliest days, has been dedicated to the principle of peaceful coexistence with the mundane population. It exists officially or unofficially in every country and it upholds the laws of the host nation. The Guild works hard to identify magical talent and to train and educate the magical population. Despite the Guild's best efforts, there remain several ancient private schools of magic. These schools are not registered with the Guild and specialize in unique types of magic that are generally considered unethical, immoral, or illegal. Even though the Guild of Magic-Users actively hunts these schools, they continue to grow in number. There are also schools of magic that specialize in teaching types of magic considered 'inferior' to the curriculum offered by the Guild of Magic-Users. They are tolerated because they focus on teaching those of 'lesser' talent and because they keep the 'lesser' talents pacified. As long as these schools pay a fee, the Guild is willing to license them. These schools include institutions dedicated to witchcraft, shape- shifting, and the academy of physical adepts. The lesser talents are growing in power, wealth, and numbers. As they've become more influential and resentful of the second class status the Guild has assigned them. The power of magic is rising. How humanity reacts will chart the course of civilization for the next millennia. An Age has come to an end, a new Age has arrived, and as yet no one has noticed. *************************************************** Dusk was falling in East St. Louis as the sound of the Harley's engine bounced off the walls of the slightly run-down apartment building. The bike slowed to a smooth stop and its rider looked up at the building with hard, calculating eyes. Kevin reached down to open the saddle bag behind him and pulled out a black duffel bag just before heading toward the building. A slight noise to his left caused him to glance at the pair of teenage girls staring at him. They giggled, blushed, and looked away trying to pretend that they'd not been caught staring. Kevin was used to this reaction from women. He was six foot two with shoulder length light brown hair that fell back in masculine waves like the mane of a lion. His face was strong with smooth planes and he had piercing blue eyes. Even though he wore a leather jacket, jeans, and boots, it was easy for anyone watching to see that he had the powerful physique of an athlete. The man now called Kevin moved up to the building with the inherent grace of a predator. If the information his partner had provided was correct, his target would be in an apartment on the third floor on the other side of the building. Eschewing the elevator, Kevin looked for another way up. At the far end of the hallway, he noticed a set of stairs that have accumulated dust. This was a good indication that the stairs were used infrequently. Perfect. Kevin effortlessly and silently ascended to the third floor, and then he casually entered the main hallway. Every sense was heightened as he drew upon his limited magical talent. The tattoo under his shirt right above his chakra tingled as he used his shape-shifter ability to increase his physical senses beyond the normal human range. When he moved close to the apartment where his target was supposedly hiding, he inhaled deeply. Yes! Excitement caused his pulse to start racing. The target's scent was strong! He was either in the apartment or had been there recently. Then, Kevin felt a slight tingle across his skin. There was a ward on the apartment. Well, there are ways to get around that, he thought. Kevin returned to the seldom used stairwell and opened his duffel bag. It was a slight risk, shifting this close to a Magic-User, but Kevin thought it was worth it. The magic he was about to use was focused through his tattoo and directed internally so it wouldn't cause much of a ripple in the ether. Before he started the spell, he pulled out his cell phone and called his partner. "Yeah?" the female voice on the other end said. "I think he's home. The apartment's warded. I'm going to see if I can get him to come out. Be ready if he tries to run," Kevin said in his gravelly voice. "Are you sure you don't want to wait for me?" the female asked. "According to the Guild report he's got the strength of a Magic-User 3rd Class." "Just be ready to grab him if he runs," Kevin said as he hung up. Bridget still tended to be over protective even after the two years they'd been together. Of course, Bridget hadn't been her original name either, but it was what her Guild license said and it suited the petite brunette. Kevin glanced around to make sure the stairwell was still empty and then he stripped. Once his clothes were in a pile at his feet, he channeled his magic through the rune tattooed into his stomach. As he did, he pictured the form he desired. Kevin was a fully trained graduate of the School of Shape-Shifters. He wasn't one of the more powerful shifters since he could only maintain a shifted form for a couple of hours at a time, but he was strong enough. His body blurred and grew smaller, shrinking in a matter of seconds from over six foot to just over four. He dropped weight and mass as he changed, and his well-defined abs and chest muscles shifted into the smooth torso of a prepubescent boy. The tattoo shrank as well; its thick dark lines becoming fainter and fainter. The tattoo was a complex rune that consisted of intricate swirls and loops that faintly resembled a Celtic knot. By the time Kevin was done shifting it was so faint that it was barely discernible. The pattern could still be seen if you looked closely at the skin on Kevin's abdomen but only if you knew what you were looking for. Kevin quickly changed into the set of boy's clothes he'd brought along in the duffel bag. Next, he pulled out a squirt gun, a small phial of clear potion, and a pair of latex gloves. Kevin put on the gloves before removing the stopper on the potion and dumping its contents into the squirt gun. He was extremely cautious in handling the potion since he couldn't afford to have any part of his skin come into contact with the liquid. Once done, Kevin tucked the squirt gun behind his back in the waist band of his jeans. He repacked the duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder, pausing only to pull out a glossy looking handout with several pictures of candy bars on the front. The hallway was still empty as Kevin walked toward Mr. Jason Miller's apartment. The Guild information on Miller had indicated that he was a Caucasian male in his mid-forties with brown hair and male pattern baldness. He was slightly overweight and he had been arrested a couple of months earlier for being involved in selling illegal magical items and potions. When released on bail, Miller had disappeared. This was where Kevin and Bridget came in; they were bounty hunters on contract with the Guild. Kevin knocked on the door and waited. He could hear movement within the apartment. Miller must be shy, thought Kevin, sarcastically. After quietly counting to twenty five, Kevin knocked again, only louder. This time he heard footsteps on the other side of the door and felt a questing flutter out. Kevin guessed that Miller was trying to magically assess the stranger on the other side of the door. Kevin was fine with this. One of the advantages of his magical discipline was that it was very hard to detect. If a Guild Inspector examined him, Kevin knew he'd pBobably get caught. However, most Magic-Users lacked the skill to spot a Shape-Shifter who didn't want to be noticed. Kevin was pretty certain that Jason Miller lacked the needed skill. There certainly was a chance that Miller might look at him with the third eye. If that happened, then Miller would know that Kevin had some type of lesser enchantment going. He just wouldn't know what kind of spell Kevin was using. "What do you want?" The voice, Kevin assumed was Miller, said. "Mister, I'm selling candy bars for my school band. Would you buy one?" Kevin asked in the high pitched tones of a young boy. The door opened just enough for Kevin to see the face from the Guild picture, looking down at him. The door opened further and Kevin put on his best smile. Jason was wearing a dirty white t-shirt, sweat pants, and flip flops. His large belly peaked out from under the shirt, burning into Kevin's mind an image of pasty white flesh that he could have lived without. "Look kid, I'd like to buy something, but I don't have any cash." Miller said. "That's okay mister. If you pick the kind of candy you want, I'll order it and then you can pay me when I bring it to you." Kevin said taking a step back and holding up the brochure. "Well, let me see what you've got," Miller said. He stepped forward over the threshold and reached for the flyer. Kevin held out the brochure with one hand while sliding his other hand behind his back. As Miller took the handout from him, Kevin brought the squirt gun around in a smooth motion and shot Jason Miller full in the face with the potion. There was a look of shock on Millers face in the instant before collapsing forward. "Invoke..." He only managed to say a single word before collapsing into an enchanted sleep. Kevin had to quickly jump away to avoid being crushed. "Too easy," he gloated. Suddenly a ruby glow from one of Jason's earrings caught Kevin's attention. "Shit!" he said moving back to get some distance between the magical item and himself. Red smoke poured up in a miniature cyclone and when it dissipated a large black dog with glowing red eyes was standing guard over the sleeping form of Jason Miller. "Son of a bitch!" Kevin said, stepping forward and hitting the dog with several blasts from the squirt gun. The potion arced forward and splattered the demon dog in the chest and face sparking and sizzling, but having no other obvious effect. The dog jumped forward, its mouth gaping in attempt to latch onto Kevin's throat. Kevin dropped the plastic gun, grabbed both sides of the dog's head, and rolled backward bringing up both feet so that they hit the dog in the chest. Kevin continued over backwards, pulling down with his arms and pushing up with his feet, he let go of the dog, at the highest point of the arc. The dog sailed through the air hitting the side wall with a crashing sound and then tumbled to the floor. Kevin was back on his feet before the dog recovered. This time, he reached into the duffel bag and pulled out a short sword, one that was barely two feet long and covered in runes that blazed to life the moment the blade was drawn. The demon dog unhurt from the throw jumped forward in an attack. Kevin had already identified the demon's type: it was a minor spirit from the lower plans, and knew that this was a real threat. He drew in as much magical power as he was able to and channeled it through his tattoo. His skin grew harder and all of his senses became much sharper as he pushed his talent. The world around him seemed to slow down as he increased his strength and speed. The demon dog's jump was perfect; it arced smoothly through the air in slow motion heading toward Kevin. Kevin moved forward and drove the now blazing sword into the center of the demon's chest and then ducked under the beast letting go of the sword. The demon had cheated death on more than one occasion but it couldn't maintain its existence in the human realm once the magical blade had penetrated its chest. In a swirl of red smoke the demon disappeared. Kevin heard a popping sound and looked back at Jason in time to see his earing crumble to dust and fall away. This was a clear sign that the demon had been trapped by the Magic-User who'd crafted the earing and that it had now returned to its native plane. Kevin let out an exhausted sigh. With the target down, he wasted no time shifting back into his body's natural shape. Changing clothes in the hallway might have been awkward if anyone had happened by, but luck was still with Kevin and he was changed in no time. Kevin repacked the duffel bag and picked up Jason Miller in a fireman's carry and headed down to the parking lot, grunting under the weight. "Fat bastard," Kevin muttered as he drew on his magic to increase his strength. He received several stares, some curious and others hostile, as he walked out of the building toward the parking lot. Fortunately, Bridget was ready. The five foot five buxom brunette had her Guild credentials out, and was telling everyone in the immediate area that this was official Guild business. A few months ago, before the protests, Guild credentials would have been enough to get most people to mind their own business. Now, Bridget was greeted with murmurs and dark looks. However, no one interfered. Once Miller was in the van, Bridget took off with Kevin right behind her on his hog. The Guild Hall in St. Louis was on the other side of the river but there was no chance that Miller would wake up before they had him in Guild custody. *************************************************** It was always good to get paid, even though Miller had been a small time crook, he was a licensed Magic-User 3rd Class and that meant that the Guild forked over a decent amount of cash for his capture. With an excuse for a minor celebration Kevin and Bridget decided to hit one of the nicer restaurants in St. Louis. Kevin had put on a tie and a sports coat, skipping his preferred biker look. He'd been appropriately appreciative of Bridget when she joined him in a low cut dress, heels, and stockings. The dress really showed off her tiny waist and full chest. It's amazing how much we've changed over the last two years, thought Kevin as he pulled out a chair for Bridget. Bridget remembered to smooth her dress before sitting down in a comfortable feminine manner. The waiter took their drink order and left. For several seconds silence stretched between the couple. "We should probably visit your parents while we're in town," Bridget said picking up on an older argument. Kevin grunted and looked away at this. "I'm not sure that I want to see my mother," he said. "You can't hide from her forever," she replied. "I'm not hiding," Kevin bristled. "She just never understood me. She had my future mapped out and couldn't accept that I didn't want to follow in her footsteps! And I really doubt she'd understand about us." Kevin glanced down and away from Bridget's clear green eyes and thought back to that day when both of their worlds had changed. They'd both taken a bounty from the Guild to retrieve a magical staff that had been stolen from an older member of the Guild who'd just passed away. Neither Kevin nor Bridget had realized at that time how much that commission would change their lives. *************************************************** It was spring and Bridget moved forward along the trail enjoying the signs of new life sprouting all around her. She had left the St. Louis coven about a year ago and traveled west. She'd settled in the Portland area and had been making a living by working for the Guild as a freelance contractor. She didn't have a Magic-User license or rating, but the St. Louis coven was recognized by the Guild and she was still a member in good standing. This meant that as long as she followed Guild regulations she could work as a witch. She'd spent the last two days tracking down an enchanted staff that had belonged to a Magic-User 1st Class and a member of the Portland Guild. Apparently the Magic-User had taken on an apprentice and being very elderly, had died peacefully in his sleep. According to the Magic-Users will the staff had been given to the apprentice. When his heir had arrived and discovered this, she'd immediately contested the will since the staff was a very valuable magical artifact. The apprentice, Bob Wilson, had then vanished along with the staff. The staff was known as the "Spirit Staff" which Bridget thought was a good omen since she was a witch. There were three basic elements to human magic: magic focused on the physical world, magic focused on the mind, and magic that focused on the spirit. The Guild concentrated mostly on the magic that focused on the physical world with some limited training in mental magic and spiritual magic. Witchcraft was dedicated to the study of spiritual magic. Bridget had been taught from a young age to feel and identify the spirits around her. There were the spirits of nature -air, earth, fire, water, wood, and metal- as well as those in living creatures like animals and humans. Once attuned to the spirits there were so many amazing things a witch or warlock could do. Bridget was one of the rarest kinds of witches, because of her strength in magic, and her bond with an air spirit. If her mother had allowed it, she could have passed the tests to enter Guild training. The day that Bridget had suggested attending a Guild school had resulted in one of the most heated arguments she'd ever had with her mother. Bridget had been forbidden from entering formal Guild training and had been told to never bring the subject up again. Bridget focused on following the faint animal trail as it cut across a field. She knew that the cabin was less than a quarter of a mile head. She'd wanted to avoid alerting the thief so she parked along a back road and hiked in. In a few more minutes, the back of the cabin came into view. Bridget started to work her way around the cabin since she hadn't seen a back door when the sound of an old Ford truck coming up the driveway caught her attention. After stopping about a dozen feet from the cabin, a large man with brown hair jumped out. "Crap, who's he?" Bridget muttered. She quickly decided to take a risk and called on her power. Using air, Bridget brought up a veil. It wasn't a great veil since it would shimmer if she moved, causing enough of a disturbance to alert anyone paying attention. Bridget threw caution to the wind and moved forward at a trot. The door to the cabin slammed open and a teenage boy stepped out. He couldn't have been more than eighteen with a slim build, greasy dark hair, and an acne pBoblem. More importantly to Bridget, he was holding the staff and it was radiating magical power. That must be Bob, Bridget thought to herself. "What do you want?!" the boy asked with a fair amount of attitude. "I'm here for the staff. If you give it to me without any trouble, I'll make sure the Guild goes easy on you," the man said, sounding confident. "You can't have it!" Bob said. "My master died so it's mine now! With this staff, I'll be a powerful Magic-User someday." Bob bragged. "Kid, I can tell from here that you don't have enough talent to become a powerful Magic-User. With hard work you might make a 3rd Class Magic- User someday. Why don't you just hand over the staff and save us both a lot of trouble?" The man said. As they talked, Bridget had moved up into the yard and slowed down. She was now working her way behind the kid. Once in range, all she'd need to do was pull the staff out of his hand with a gust of air. "Oh yeah? I've already bonded to this staff. Do you want to see a trick?" Bob taunted. The man started walking forward. Bridget was now able to get a clear look at him and she was surprised by not only how handsome he was, but also by the kind regretful expression on his face. He obviously didn't want to hurt the boy, but he had no intention of letting him keep the staff either. Suddenly, she realized why he looked familiar; she'd bumped into him at the Guild Hall. He was another free-lance contractor and a graduate of the school of Shape-Shifters. "Look buddy, this doesn't have to get rough. Just give me the staff," he said. "No one calls me buddy, you insolent cur!" Bob snarled sounding odd to Bridget. The Shifter paused and rather than look insulted or afraid, he looked puzzled. Bridget felt it too; there was something peculiar about the boy. "Check this out!" the thief said, suddenly sounding more like a teenager. With that, he slammed the spirit staff against the ground. The crystal at the top of the staff suddenly flared with a white light. Bridget tried to put up her arm to shield herself. She stumbled forward and felt a weird tearing sensation. Abruptly lighter than normal she looked around and saw her body sprawled on the ground. "What the hell?" she said. Bridget held up her hands and realized that she could see through them. Obviously, her spirit had been separated from her body. As part of the training she'd received from her mother, Bridget had learned how to project her astral-self. In fact, it was one of the better ways to do recon work since most Magic-Users failed to ward against spirits. Being in spirit form didn't alarm Bridget. What caused her to become so worried was the possibility that her connection to her body had been severed. Normally, there was a faint link that connected the spirit to the body when using astral projection. Bridget moved over to her body and saw her chest rise and fall. At least the dumb punk didn't kill me, she thought. She moved over her body and tried to reenter it only to bounce back. She reached out and felt some kind of mystical shield surrounding her body. "Who's the weakling now?!" Bob taunted. The words caused Bridget turn around sharply. She could see that the man had also crumpled to the ground and that his spirit was standing a few feet from the kid. He reached out to grab the staff but his hand passed through it. "What did you do to me?" the shifter asked sounding angry and alarmed. "I separated your spirit from your body. And, I made it so you can't get back into your body until I let you!" Bob said. "You've got no idea what you're playing with do you?" Bridget said floating forward. The kid spun around. "Where did you come from?" He asked. "You were trying to sneak up on me to steal the staff weren't you!?" "Bob, you need to let us return to our bodies. Without a spirit, our physical forms won't last long," Bridget said. "Don't lecture me girlie, I know what I'm doing!" The boy said. Again Bridget felt apprehensive. There was something going on here she didn't understand. How could an apprentice learn, in just a couple of days, to use such a powerful artifact? For the first time, the kid seemed to see Bridget's body. "Wow, you're pretty," he said now ignoring Bridget's spirit form. Bob leaned the faintly glowing staff against the porch and walked over to Bridget's body. He looked at it for a moment and then he reached down and ran one hand along her cheek. "This is so cool. It's like you're asleep, but you can't wake up. I can do anything I want to you!" he gloated. Bridget got a bad feeling about this comment. She looked over at the guy as he bounced back again from his body. "That won't work," Bridget said. "Okay, do you have any other ideas?" The man asked. "So soft," the kid whispered. "It's been so long," he said even more softly. The comment made both Bridget and the other Guild contractor looked over to see that the teenage thief was fondling Bridget's breasts. "Damn it, leave her alone!" The man now floated towards the thief, looking angry for the first time. The kid paused and looked up at him. "Or you'll do what? You can't even touch me." With that, the kid stood up and started to take off his pants. Bridget was furious. How could she have allowed herself to get into this situation? She couldn't just let that punk rape her unconscious body, but there wasn't much she could do in spirit form. Suddenly, she had an idea. The kid had said he'd made it so they couldn't get back into their own bodies. He hadn't said anything about possessing a different body. She'd never done a possession spell and in her current form there was no way to even cast a spell. By this time, the kid had his pants off and he was tugging on her jeans. Since he'd forgotten to take her boots off first, they'd hung up at her ankles. In a fit of frustration, Bridget dove into the unconscious body of the shifter. To her surprise she didn't bounce off. There was a strange tingling sensation and she blinked. Her vision was much sharper than normal. She took a deep breath and discovered that she could taste the air. All of her senses seemed sharper and as she stood up, she felt a powerful sense of vitality. Bridget reached up to touch her chest, missing the feeling of her breasts. Then, she reached between her legs and quickly jerked her hand away. It was definitely a man's body. She looked over at the thief and saw that he had now gotten her boots off and he was in the process of pulling her pants down. The unknown man was hovering nearby, still shouting at the kid to stop. Bridget guessed that that was why they hadn't noticed her taking possession of the man's body. Bridget tried to draw on her magic and felt it respond weakly. She strained to focus on her element of air and had a connection for a second and then it slipped away. Strangely, she felt a tingling sensation over her abdomen like her body was responding to the magic, but her mind was trying to force it along an unnatural path. Without magical power, Bridget felt frantic. How could she stop this Bob? Then she spied the staff. Bridget moved quickly over to the spirit staff and thought about trying to use its magic, but she didn't know how it worked. She looked over at the punk and saw that he had just pulled down her panties. In a desperate fit of rage, Bridget picked up the only weapon in sight, the staff, and raced toward Bob. She was a little startled at how thin and light it was, and then Bridget had closed the distance with the would be rapist. With a snarl Bridget swung the staff like a golf club with all the strength she could generate, hitting Bob in the ribs as he crouched over Bridget's prone body. Bridget underestimated her male body's strength. There was an explosion of light and sound and Bridget was tossed one way and Bob the other. She hit the ground hard the wind knocked out of her. Then, she slowly sat up. "Nooo!" The kid tried to stand up, but Bridget could tell by the way he was holding his side that he probably had a couple of broken ribs. "You broke it! You've no idea what you've done!" Bob said climbing to his feet. Bridget managed to stand up as well and moved toward him still angry over the attempted rape. As soon as Bridget was close enough Bob took a wild and uncoordinated swing at her. Bridget may have been a girl but her body's muscle memory took over. Her hand came up and she blocked the hay-maker and landed a solid upper-cut to Bob's chin laying him out. How did I do that? Bridget thought to herself. Bridget paused and looked at the powerful male hand extending from her thick muscular arm. "Oh, shit," she said. "You can say that again." A familiar female voice murmured. Bridget looked over and saw that her body had stood up and was in the process of pulling up her jeans. It seemed like the oddest thing; to look at one's own body from the outside. Bridget thought. *************************************************** "Being the daughter of a witch is tough, but you were the seventh daughter of the seventh daughter. I get it," the new Bridget said, bringing Kevin back to the here and now as she reached across the table to catch Kevin's large and scarred hand in her soft dainty one. "She's still your mother, and it's been what, three years since you've seen her?" Bridget said. "Technically, I'm not her daughter any more. You are," Kevin said with a smirk and a good natured leer at his former body. "And I've never met her," Bridget said ignoring the teasing. "We owe it to her to see her and to tell her what happened." Kevin's shoulders slumped for a moment. "If we go visit my family, and I'm not saying we should, then we need to be careful what we tell them." "We've kept our situation secret from the Guild and our friends in Portland, but that was because of the way it happened. Don't you think your family deserves to know?" She asked. Kevin just grunted and then continued. "Are you ready to face my mother and sisters? I'm sure they'll try to talk, cajole, and maybe even coerce you into staying in St. Louis. You're a witch now and you're still a member of the St. Louis Coven. That means something to them. As an air witch, you're also one of the rarest types. When I left the coven, they were very upset and tried for that first year to get me to return." "I'm not worried. I've got you with me after all." Bridget said smiling and knowing that Kevin would do almost anything for her. Kevin nodded and looked down absently into the dark beer the waiter had just brought, thinking about how so many things had changed. When he'd been Bridget, he'd hated beer. Now he enjoyed a good dark brew more than a glass of wine. Kevin looked over at his former body and realized that seeing his old body from the outside was something that he'd grown used to over the last two years. As well as other things, he thought with a slight smile. Kevin looked into Bridget's face as the waiter sat their entrees down and wondered how his mother would react. There had been an e-mail during the riots, something about trouble in the coven, and his older sister Molly had been hurt. Kevin had sent a note back asking for more news, but there'd been no reply. Maybe Bridget was right, maybe it was time to pay a visit to his family. Just to make sure everyone was okay. After taking a bite from the steak in front of him Kevin said, "Fine, we can visit on one condition." Bridget paused from picking at her salad to raise an eye brow. "Oh, what condition?" "Under no circumstances do we tell them what happened to us." Kevin said firmly. "Okay dear, if it will make your male pride feel better, I'll play along," Bridget said reaching out to caress his forearm. "Bridget!" The sound of his mother's voice caused Kevin to look over his shoulder. Standing there in a black dress next to his father was his mother. Kevin felt the shock hit his system like ice cold water down his back. Surprise, embarrassment, horror, happiness, and humor raced through Kevin's mind and body one after the other in quick succession as he saw Bridget's face when his mother came rushing over for a hug. Author note: Should it be continued?