Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #12 March 2015 | Page 52

squad as Brickhouse and another Powered called
Demonito. The four were tasked to go find out if The
Preps were intending to make an alliance with The
Jocks to claim dominance over the school again.

something; their rivals weren’t leaving their doorstep.
Demonito stopped running and laughed as he realized
that the baddest clique on campus were too afraid to
leave their home.

The team, led by Fire-Bird found a small patrol of
Preps near the football field.. “Y’all wanna see something cool?” she asked with a small smile on her pale
face as she watched The Preps walk by. Fire-Bird
looked at Freddy with a smile. “Freddy I need you to
see if you can control your speed to knock down those
Preps.” Brick and Demonito looked confused. Freddy
closed his eyes and breathed deeply before using his
super speed to knock The Preps down and run back to
his team. “You didn’t see that alright?” Freddy said to
the astonished Powered. “So you’re one of us?” Brick
asked even though he could already see the answer.
Freddy nodded before Fire-Bird ordered the group to
move on.

Everything was thrown into utter chaos as a black blur
ran across the yard, grabbing Freddy slamming him
into a wall. Demonito was next as The Blur ran by him
and snapped his neck. Fire-Bird and Brickhouse fended off The Blur as Brick grabbed their unconscious
team members and ran with Fire-Bird following. The
team barely made it back to the old dorms. Fire-Bird
reported to Smog and Agnes. Freddy awoke soon
afterwards in some pain as he stood shakily. “Where is
he?” Freddy asked Brick.

The Team kept moving through the campus to The
Prep’s base of operations. To the annoyance of Demonito there were little etched runes around the
archway leading to their yard. “Shit, a freaking barrier spell around the arch,” he said in annoyance as
Fire-Bird looked at it. “Wait how did they do the spell
without magic?” she asked before forming a horrifying theory. If they couldn’t use magic that meant that
someone… possibly a Powered had betrayed them.
Freddy relaxed for a moment as Fire-Bird kept them
psychically cloaked. Demonito sat down next to FireBird and looked utterly downtrodden. “I can’t help
you guys in there. Those wards are made specifically
to keep Half-Demons out of an area, and last for a
while.” He said as he scratched his head in annoyance
over his situation.

Smog and Agnes came to see if Freddy was alright.
Demonito, unconscious, not dead was taken by Flora
and Carmelita to be healed; whilst Freddy’s wounds
closed on their own. Agnes watched him heal, the
shock of him being a Powered was plain. Freddy silently reached out to Agnes, but she turned away from
him and left. Smog patted Freddy on the shoulder. “If
you’re not allowed to stay with them you are welcome
with us.” Freddy nodded with a hint of sadness in his
eyes, ”Tell me about this Blur Freddy.” Smog said.

Brickhouse had a bright idea. “Those enchantments
have to be connected, right?” Brick ran up to the barrier and slammed his large stone hands onto it, knocking it down. “I can’t believe you guys didn’t think of it
before.” Brick said as Fire-Bird looked at him angrily.
“We didn’t wanna alert the Preps inside,” she said as
The Preps and Goths walked out of the house armed
with old cricket bats. The rival factions were staring
at the four with seething hatred as Fire-Bird ordered
them to split up and run. However Demonito noticed

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“Who?” Brick asked.
“The Black Blur.” Freddy answered.

*The School Attic*
Rin opened a secret ladder to the attic of the school,
and climbed up. The Goth Leader hadn’t been up in
the undisclosed spot in two years since the death of
her old lover. When she was a Prep she fell in love
with a Goth, who was revealed to be a Powered. They
used to meet and make love. However she betrayed
him in this very spot, and let him die. His resurrection worried her greatly, so she came back to see if
he was there. All she found was a shrine. Pictures of
her from over the course of two years, each picture
had a switchblade stabbed through it. Around the
middle picture however was an old locket. The locket
she gave him on their six month anniversary. “I’m so
sorry Frankie… I didn’t want to betray you, but I was