Emma sniffed again, letting her hand run across her nose, as she stood up to her full height, her hands on her waist, staring amusingly at Casper who was staring at her suspiciously.
“Are you sure about that?” She asked, piquing her right eyebrow at a Casper who shrugged, not sure of what he was thinking about this new outlook of Emma.
“Let’s go then.” She muttered, gearing up, feeling the energy swirling deep within her. A smile slithered across her lips as she felt her hands spark like electricity. She could literally feel herself floating, even though she was studded on the ground.
With a crooked smile on her lips, she beckoned on a confused Casper to come close and fight, or perhaps do some of his power manifestations.
Casper smirked, then came closer to Emma. If only he had foreseen what would happen in a twinkle of an eye, he would have conceded defeat, or stuck to the fist fighting without powers.
He threw a punch first, shrouded with fire, but Emma dogged it sharply.
Quickly, not waiting for him to withdraw and balance properly on his feet, she gripped his arm tightly, such that her fingers dug into his arm, a lock which caused Casper to gasp in shocked pain. He hadn’t seen it coming.
What manner of strength? Surprisingly, he couldn’t unlock himself from her grip. He couldn’t make use of his other hand either. He was stuck. What was happening?
His eyes shaded in bafflement, widened the more as he beheld the condition of Emma’s eyes. It was dark gold. What the heck! Where had the greenness gone too?
He shrieked the next second as he felt his arm bones quaking.
It dawned on him then, something that had escaped his notice due to his sheer ignorance and insensitivity, that his queen, Leonarya, wouldn’t be so crazed about finding Emma, if the latter was just a human, or an ordinary supernatural. There was something to her. Too bad, he was finding out late.
His mind was still assailed with thoughts, when he felt Emma twisting him.
“You shouldn’t have given the permission…” He heard her whisper in his ear, and shuddered. For some reason, he was scared. Her voice wasn’t even the tiny voice that drove his little man crazy. Actually, the little man had gone down now. The pain was enough to do so.
But her voice… her voice was deep like a man’s own… an animal rather.
Emma, twisting around with Casper’s arm still in her iron grip, cackled in devilish laughter when she read his thoughts. He was pleading for mercy there, but shamefacedness wasn’t letting him talk. To him, it was more than enough that she had him in locks.
She grappled him over her shoulder, feeling his arm dislocate as she propelled him over hers.
Casper screamed in more pain as he traveled to the grassy floor below.
But it seemed that he refused to back down without a good fight, and so seeing that his magic was literally useless at this point for some wicked reason, he gripped Emma on the back, causing them to both tumble downward.
Hitting hard on impact with the unforgiving surface. Static dancing before her eyes from the fall, face hurt from his hard pelvis. Sharp pointed pain in her kidneys as Casper struck repeatedly into her kidneys, his humor gone already, now fighting for his ego and survival, Emma hissed, partly in pain, and partly in anger. Foreplay is over now. She thought.
Trying to ignore the sharp pains of Casper’s assault on her back, she forced her left arm between his legs and beneath him as he tore into her; Her other arm groping around for some part of her to hold onto in the front.
All she heard was his fury and contempt. But she wasn’t deterred. This was a fight to the death. She had him in a death trap, or rather the being inside her did; for she was sure that it wasn’t her strength alone that was able to subdue Casper this way. But she will think about that later. Now, she had to be done with him, once and for all.
Her hand finds purchase on his collar flesh where his neck and shoulder met, clamping onto it like a vice. Pushing up from him as he struggled to free his flesh from her grasp, she forced herself into a kneel, and raised the big Casper off the grassy floor.
Casper started clawing desperately at Emma’s hand with his good one, knowing what next was about to happen. He couldn’t believe that he was going to die in the hands of a woman in front of his subordinates. He thought of crying out a plea, but he thought better of it, that it was better he died in the hands of Emma, than in the hands of his queen, Leonarya. He didn’t want to experience the sort of torture he had partook in some hours ago. And so he kept shut.
Roughly forcing his spine across her knee, Emma bent Casper backwards with all the strength she or rather, the energy within her mustered. Casper tried for the last time to use his legs for leverage. But wrenching his tissue, gave Emma the opportunity she needed as Casper tried to flail his legs in an attempt to free himself.
And so, bending him with all her rage, his spine snapped. A sharp gasp fell from his lips.
She shoved him off of her, nonchalantly, to join his dead companions.
That done, she stood up to her full height, dusting her hands on each other, eyebrows thinning the next second when she noticed that the people around her were staring at her with open mouths, including her companions. Prescott wasn’t left out. He looked comical, considering his very small figure.
“What?” She asked, raising her shoulders up, her hands stretched out wide, wanting some answers why they were staring at her that way.
But they were all mute.
Already, the wizards and witches remaining were already taking steps backwards, toward the forest region.
Emma, noticing this, scoffed, before dismissing them with a wave of her hand, not in the mood to finish them off. Killing Casper had left a bitter after taste in her mouth. She shouldn’t have. Although he had pushed her to the wall, she shouldn’t have. And although he had fought her like a ruthless enemy at the last point, she still shouldn’t have. After all, he had been her very close friend one time.
A tear slipped off her eye, and then another.
Freya rushed up to her, seeking to console her. It must be her first time killing someone. She had thought, not knowing the history between Casper and Emma.
Emma cried the more when Freya hugged her to herself. She screamed out in rage and frustration, especially at Derek, knowing that if the latter hadn’t rejected her, this wouldn’t have happened.
She had let the energy take over, and now she had lost a friend.
She became annoyed at the strange power or being within her. It had possessed her and made her kill her friend. But then, the annoyance passed, knowing that she had beckoned and fueled the power after all. She had given it permission to take over.
Her breath seized, when she heard him call out to her in a croaked voice. He wasn’t dead yet.
Quickly she disengaged from the hug, and rushed to Casper, not bothering to wipe off the tears running down her cheeks.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know what had come over me. I was just so consumed by…” she was saying, when Casper lifted his hand weakly and placed his index finger on her lips.
“I… should.. be the one… apologizing here.. I betrayed you… and sold you out… I’m sorry… please forgive me… I prefer to die… at your hands.. though… than in hers… be careful Emma… she is after you… I still love you… I was just confused… take care… and keep kicking asses like mine… bye…” Casper said, then shut his eyes finally to the world.
Emma screamed out to the world, unbothered by the massive thunder strikes and lightning that had ensued at her shout.
**
Leonarya was tapping her feet to the ground intermittently, obviously waiting for her subordinates to bring back Emma to her, when the phantom appeared in front of her, its(her) hands crossed on each other, her face bowed, causing her sparse blonde hair to fall over and cover her face making her look like a horror figure. Well, that was actually what she was.
“What’s the news? Where’s the girl?” Leonarya asked, keeping her feet stuck to the ground, her toes curling in tension.
“We don’t have her.” The phantom replied flatly, unmoved the next minute when Leonarya screamed and threw away the tray and goblet that was sitting idly on a small stool in front of her.
“What happened?!” Leonarya shouted, looking like a crazed woman, ber eyes flashing with fury. “Where is Casper? Where is the useless wizard? I hope he didn’t come back here…” She inquired, hoping for a positive answer. The idiot deserved to be tortured.
“The girl killed him.” The phantom replied, and Leonarya’s mouth dropped open in shock.
That could only mean one thing. She thought, shutting her eyes the next minute in frustration.