WarlockChapter 2
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That night should have been the best night of my life. It was the day I turned 18, and it should have been amazing. I should be laughing and drinking with friends and family, being swept up in the jovial mood. And yet, there I was, bored out of my mind, at my own birthday party. Then again, it wasn't really my birthday party anyway.
No, that night was not about me. It was about my twin sister, Victoria. Dressed like a queen, in a fanciful dress, hair done up and make-up immaculately applied, she was the star of the show. And she certainly knew it. She was just casually meandering around the room, humbly accepting remarks of congratulations from friends and family. I, personally, don't see what's so impressive. Sure, she had just been accepted as an apprentice by arguably the best wizard of all time, Markus Tormani, but then again, so had all of our siblings. And our parents. And three of our grandparents. Really, being his apprentice is something of a Valentine family tradition.
Except for, of course, the black sheep. Me. Lucas Valentine. The only Valentine in over a century to be magic-less. And my family didn't hesitate to remind me. Worst of them all was my older brother, Damian. He rarely let a day go by without mocking my lack of magic. And that night was no exception.
"Hey, Lucy, you look down. Why don't you cast Laughter on yourself?"
I bit back a retort as he sauntered away, chuckling. Sure, I'd love to give some smartass response, but even without magic, Damian was 8 inches (~20cm) taller than me, and probably 100 pounds (~45kg) heavier. He could and would make me pay for whatever I said. So I said nothing, just scowled and downed another glass of very strong wine.
It was only a few minutes later, when my father loudly cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the entire room. Say what you will about my father, but when he spoke, people listened.
"I would like to sincerely thank you all for gathering here on this lovely night. Today, we celebrate the 18th birthday of my youngest child, Victoria. Through the years, I have watched her..."
I didn't hear the rest of his speech. Being almost completely ignored on my birthday was one thing, but him just outright not even mentioning me felt like a fist to the gut. My eyes burned and my cheeks felt warm and wet. I marched out of the room, into the cold night air, without even thinking. I think I heard someone say my name, but I couldn't be sure. I let my feet carry me, first at a brisk walk, then at a dead sprint. I didn't know where I was going, but I was putting distance between me and my family, and that was enough. I was only stopped when I saw a flash of light ahead of me Unfortunately, my momentum carried me forward, and I crashed into someone who had so annoyingly teleported in front of me. I heard a feminine voice cry out as we both tumbled to the ground. Of course, it was her.
Victoria pulled the both of us to our feet with some telekinesis spell.
"Lucas, what the hell? You can't just storm out of our party like that."
I dusted myself off, glaring at her.
"We both know that was your party. Clearly, I was just a guest."
She winced slightly, which I noticed with a hint of satisfaction.
"I'm sorry about Dad, really. I'll bring it up to him, and we'll make it up to you. Just come back, enjoy the company. Please?"
A part of me wanted to. As much as I envied her, I couldn't hate my sister. She's one of the few people who treated me like a person, and not some kind of disappointing investment. But still. I couldn't go back. Even for her.
"Yeah, you're right. You go back. I'm just gonna take a second to clear my head, and I'll join you guys."
The words tasted like poison, I hated lying to her. But I said them nonetheless. Victoria is just too nice for her own good. She smiled as I said that, and that made it sting even more.
"Thanks, Lucas. And I'm really sorry about Dad. I promise we'll make it up to you."
In the blink of an eye, she teleported back to the party, leaving me alone.
"Yeah, I'm sorry too."
I turned away from where she had been, and kept running, off the road, into the trees. For another few minutes, I just ran through the woods, enjoying the crisp, cool air of mid October as it filled my lungs. I came to a stop in a small circular clearing, directly beneath the full moon up above. I had never been here at night, but this had been my escape from my family before my siblings had become too powerful to avoid so easily.
Sitting down, I felt the dam of emotions break and I started to cry. It had been a while since I had broken down this much, but with no one there to see, I couldn't bring myself to care. But I was wrong about that. Because I was not alone.
"Rough day?"
I turned around, expecting to see Victoria again. But the woman who had spoken was not my sister. In fact, it's not even someone I knew.
She stood around my height, just shy of 6ft (~180cm). She wasn't wearing make-up, and her hair fell loosely over her shoulders. Her clothing was plain, just a flowy summer dress, admittedly odd for an autumn night. But despite seemingly not trying, she was easily the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.
"I, uh, um..."
I know, my conversation skills are superb. But in my defense, she had just snuck up on me. Taking a moment to examine her demeanor, I noticed that she had the confident pose that only comes with immense power. That's something I was all too familiar with. Given the circumstances, she was probably going to rob me, or use me as a human sacrifice. Just my luck.
"Listen lady, I dunno what you want, but I don't have anything, so you might as well not start anything."
"Relax, Lucas, I'm not gonna hurt you. In fact... It's quite the opposite. I'd like to help you."
As she said that, she blinked, and her eyes glowed a deep crimson. My heart skipped a beat. Somehow, I had wound up face to face with a devil.
Sophia worked alone on the Warlock through the next day while Bren went down to finish business with Essex dock and the city council. The Silvana was scheduled to lift off in the small hours of the morning, so she didn't expect to see him at all until the ship was airborne again. She buried herself in her work, trying not to dwell on the possibility that she might see Bren later that evening only because he'd be pushing her off of his ship, leaving her stranded at Essex dock. The...
Sophia thought wistfully of the Warlock, gleaming under the white lights several decks beneath her feet. If things had gone differently, she could be cracking open the chemical stick on a box of pilot's rations right now, comfortably ensconced in the forward chair. Instead, she was trapped once again in a formal dinner and while the food was a culinary triumph, she would have given anything to be eating pilot's rations washed down with a bottle of beer. Perhaps Bren would let her down to...
The forward cabin still stank of impact foam, burned wiring and fire, but Sophia felt safer taking the linens from her designated room on the upper deck and bedding down in the Warlock instead. The encounter with John Bren had rattled her. She hadn't been prepared to see him yet, and had certainly not been prepared to have him suddenly appear outside the Warlock like a hallucination brought on after too many hours flying. She was still feeling nervy, too. Her fingers fumbled at the...
Sophia was concentrating on her own work, inspecting the termination of hoses and their seals for any sign of wear or loose connections. There had been only a couple so far, and they'd been easy to fix, but now she was starting to forget which hoses she had checked and which she hadn't. Her short-term memory was failing her. She slipped off one of her gloves and pushed her fingertips against her closed eyes, trying to rub away the burning weariness that had taken up residence behind...
Bren faced Miller's disapproving look squarely, but they'd been working together for so long that she didn't back down, even though he was her commanding officer. "You have engine grease in your hair." She pointed out grimly. He shrugged and gave her a slight smile, "I'm keeping it there as backup in case this docking is too rough." The joke didn't make much of an impression on her. She shook her head and indicated the doorway that lead to his ready room. "Every section has...
Bren had barely started to look over the Warlock's engine when he heard Sophia slide down the side of the ship and race toward him. "Don't touch that!" She snapped, even before she'd rounded the ship to see what he was doing. From the looks of her, she had barely thrown on clean clothes and washed up before she had come rushing to make sure that he hadn't touched her precious ship. He stepped back and spread his hands out. Even she could see that they were still clean. He hadn't...
"Flight rations." Bren stared down at the food that Sophia put in front of him, his voice neutral, but his expression impossible to mistake. "Been a while since I had to eat these." "So it'll be just like old times." Sophia retorted as she slid back into the navi's chair, swinging it around so that she faced him across the surface of the temporary table. "It has all the required nutrients to keep you going." "And none of the taste. Alright, alright. I'll eat it. Thank you." He...
Bren was deep into the arcane workings of Claudia infusion measurements when he noticed that Sophia had returned. He stopped mid-sentence when he saw her, that short braid of hers swinging in time with her hips as she walked toward him and the Warlock. By the time he could see her face, he could read the amusement in her expression. She was laughing at him. He admitted to himself that he did tend to get carried away when it came to vanships. The Warlock had been his first big investment. The...
Bren snagged the carry-all full of beer bottles and took the lift down to the flight deck. He felt good. The Silvana was fully stocked and back in the airstream, he had two excellent contracts and another minor one, and he was going to go work on a vanship with a woman who was beautiful wearing nothing but grease and dirt. There was something on the horizon, something that Sophia wasn't telling him, but for the time being, he was in a good place. He scaled the side of the Warlock easily and...
"Oh." Sophia said. Then she ran out of words. "None of the internal systems have been tested." Banks said, his voice unusually diffident, "The Captain's been too busy to check them, and the rest of us don't know enough about vanships to do more than basic repairs." "We had a hard enough time putting the hull back together. I don't think there was any panel that didn't need to be reworked flat." Seth looked upon the Warlock with obvious pride. "We refilled the impact foam...
Bren flicked the jammer so that it spun gently in place on the tiny table that folded down between the pilot's and navi's chairs. The egg-shaped device was small enough to fit in a pocket, and when activated it emitted a low hiss interrupted randomly by a soft popping noise. "It's annoying." He finally said. "It does what it's designed to do." Sophia leaned back in the pilot's chair and closed her eyes with a long sigh. Bren watched her for signs that the awkward scramble up the...
It turned out that there was indeed a central Stores facility, which took up its own deck. Sophia was sent there by another nameless mechanic — the closest one she could find on the flight deck — who was immediately helpful. He even offered to walk her to the deck, just to make sure she found the place. Sophia gave him a tight smile and turned him down. She knew very well why he was suddenly so attentive. Her damp clothes were plastered to her body, leaving pretty much nothing to the...
Bren stood on the flight deck and stared up at the Warlock, unable to believe what he was seeing at first. But the cabin was closed and Banks had volunteered the information that Pilot Forrester had finally known what was good for her, and had headed for the lifts early that morning. She hadn't yet returned. "Amazing." He murmured, feeling a surge of satisfaction after a long tiresome day dealing with ground politicians. "She can be trained." There was a certain temptation to scale the...
Bren watched Sophia react to his words as though he'd punched her in the stomach, slumping forward slightly so that he couldn't see her face as she flinched. He came to stand next to her at the table, but did not touch her. Within moments she was sitting ramrod-straight again. "Tell me." He demanded, thoroughly exasperated. It was bad enough that while she was still healing, he was wrestling with a host of emotions related to her presence, the crash, and her recovery. If she was going to...
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"Will you get out of my way, John! The ship's perfectly fine. Go piss on a live wire!" Carolina pushed him away, and her arms were strong enough from years of piloting to put him off-balance briefly. John Bren took only a half-step back in the small cabin before he was steady again. "I haven't finished my pre-flight check." He said stubbornly. "Damn your stupid pre-flight check for the hundredth time!" She whirled and swept his diagnostic tools off the pilot's console. "I don't...
"At least you've finally admitted that the food from the galley is safe to eat." Bren said as he shifted Sophia's med chair closer to the small table that served as both desk and dining table in his quarters. His voice was soft as ever; the revelation that Philip Esterhazy was a spy had distracted him for only a moment. The best Sophia could give him in response was a faint grimace that was intended to be a smile. She was too busy kicking herself mentally. How could she have forgotten...
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