Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #18 September 2015 | Page 87
“Holly shit!” Patrick was staring at the car
Margo ran through the storage unit. Jake was just
parking their car. When they walked in, they found
the dried plant and Lucas in Vuur form on the floor,
holding a bloody human Margo.
Jake and Patrick stopped dead in their tracks.
“Bloody hell, not again.” Jake couldn’t believe his
eyes.
“She’s alive…” Lucas trailed off. It was obvious he was barely conscious, holding by a thread.
If he switched back, he would faint. “Her… pulse is
steady.”
“It’s ok, it’s ok. We got her.” Patrick formed a
shield under Margo and lifted her up. He couldn’t carry her for long, but he could get her to the car. When
he came back, Jake was preventing an unconscious
human Lucas from falling on the floor and smashing
his head.
“How the hell did they both live?” Patrick was
driving the car at as fast as he could, while Jake was
sitting next to him, observing Margo and Lucas who
were still out of it, in the back. They were also towing
the broken car behind them. They had to get home as
soon as possible. The spell Patrick managed to whip
up while they were riding in the car would keep them
in stasis for only a few minutes.
“Not sure. I don’t even know how they destroyed the plant.” Jake turned to Patrick “Do you
think this has anything to do with the Nexus?”
“Might be. The Nexus would have a reason
to keep her alive since it’s in her.” Patrick clicked
the small glowing button on the dash. A garage door
materialised in front of them. Jake’s theory about the
lair being in its own dimension wound up to be true.
Patrick parked the car in its rightful spot. Next thing,
he and Jake were holding hands, concentrating on the
shield that was carrying both Margo and Lucas upstairs.
***
Margo opened her eyes to light from the win-
dow. She groaned, squinting, and lifted her hand to
shield herself. A pain shot up her arm. “Ugh, what the
hell.” Her throat felt filled with gravel. She noticed her
hand, and most of her body was wrapped in bandages.
Somehow she had wound up in her room, in pyjamas,
her wounds partly healed.
“Hey, she’s awake!” Jake’s voice sounded from
the living room. A minute later his head popped in the
door frame. “Ya need anything?”
“Bleh.” Margo took a deep breath and sat up,
ignoring the pain and stiffness.
“You ok? I think Jake wants to drown us in
tea.” After a few minutes, Lucas was at the door.
Margo looked at him, barely walking, body covered
in bandages healing his burns, standing there with two
cups of tea. He slowly made his way to the chair next
to her, wincing every step. Margo leaned over and
took the cup from him, placed it on the nightstand and
helped him sit down.
After he sat down, she asked him “How long
have I been out of it?”
“A week total. You did wake up right after me,
said something incoherent and went to sleep. Happened a couple of times.” Lucas gave her a strange
look as she was drinking her tea. “Ok, how the hell are
you even up right now? I know you’ve had experience
with injuries like this, but still.”
Margo didn’t acknowledge his question. “Are
you ok?”
“I’m fine. Funny, first one on one fight I have
been in was with a plant.” Lucas flashed a faint smile.
“You’re lucky to be alive. Jake and Patrick
couldn’t have gotten to us fast.” Margo’s voice was
strangely soft for her.
Lucas looked at her. Now after all of this, it
was obvious she worried about him. He moved a bit,
sitting more comfortably. Most of his muscles were
just strained from the pain, the only real injury was the
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