"Reunion" part 2

You know how we all fantasize about kicking doors down and coming in shooting? Those badass power fantasies of bursting in with a great one liner looking like the main character in a movie. In reality, you’d get your dick blown off by a shotgun, seriously, saw it once, still keeps me up at night. The right choice is sneaking in. The tracking spell got me here, it’s all back to doing the actual work. Magic is cool, some magicians depend on it to the point where they are useless, like porting in, blowing a hole on the side of the building, shit some jackass might even try to use magic tipping the assholes inside to my being here. Nope, old man does things “old school”. 

The place is on a ley line, smart. It’s where magicians get power from or if you are stupid, you drain it from yourself, but these guys are trying to do something big. Sacrifices and lay line, clearly something bad. Walking through the dark hallways trying hard not to make noise or tip anyone off by using magic, not even reaching out to any dead in the place. The smell of blood coppery filling the air of the place like a butcher shop. Closing my eyes, I can hear things in here, nothing specific, but there is also the damn tinnitus. Taking a calming breath, I can hear steps coming from behind me. Shit, they know I am here. Cat’s out of the bag. Tapping into the ley line and turning, reaching out to any ghosts in the place. A lot of dead, shit, like a lot of them. Senses almost overwhelmed like being in a fucking slaughterhouse, but something else too lots of ammo for someone with my specific savvy. Turning on my heel and getting ready to fight, let me explain something about a moment like this. Threats at these moments have to mean something. You can’t just say something like ‘I'll kick your ass’, or weak sauce like ‘come at me’. Threats only work at that deep level if you are actually willing to go through with them. 

“You ready to join the rest of the ghosts in this place?” I say with that voice that took years of practice to develop. The chill of the other side carried in the words using the ghosts as the conduit. Seeing the person running toward me stop feeling the chill down to their bones as it resonates. I stop and drop the hold on the line, the command over the dead, cause right in front of me is a sight I did not think would happen again. Heart beating like a thunder in my chest and eyes focused on the sight, remember everything I said about one liners and cool lines before, this is one of those moments where the throat closes up and brain locks. 

“Hatty?”