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The Seventh Night: Part 2

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"Well, well, Miss Claria Edwards," said Marcus beginning to feel the knife's sharpness as he walked in a circle around the chair I sat on. I was tied with a rope across my chest. I was annoyed. I meant to do good, and I got tied with a rope. What a paradise. "I could kill you, but that will be such a waste of a powerful skill you posses within you."

"A powerful skill within me? What are you talking about?" I asked, pretending I didn't know what he was talking about.

He eyed me mischievously, smirking. "You know what I'm talking about."

"No, I don't," I said trying to keep my breathing even. I wasn't that great of a lair, because my breathing became uneven as I told a lie.

Marcus bent down, to look at me in the eye. He put his long, scrawny finger underneath my chin, lifting it up. "You do know Claria. You have extraordinary power. More than you know."

I scooted back towards the end of the chair. It wasn't much, but the farther away I was from the creep the better. Marcus rolled his eyes then began to walk around the empty room we were both in. The walls were a tan color, a very depressing color of tan. The room was empty except, the chair I was tied to.

I could have screamed, but I didn't. There was something about Marcus that made me want to listen. Was it the way his voice made me feel safe even though I was tied with a rope? Or was it the way I couldn't convince myself that he wasn't really going to kill himself? But, I saw. I knew that was what he was going to do. I've never been not right before . . .

I heard a soft knock coming from the front door. Marcus, while rolling his eyes, walked over to the door. The door, being a few yards away from the room I was in, was out of my sight. Let alone, Marcus' sight. I decided that I needed to get out of here. I could pull myself down, but then I would be walking around with a chair tied with me.

A loud thump roared from the front door into my ears. More thumping, but this time the thumping sounded like footsteps. Suddenly out of the blue, a woman walked into the room. The woman, was older with dark brown hair with gray hairs blending in. She seemed like someone who was old-fashioned by the way she dressed.

Without a word she untied the rope around me and grabbed my hand. I should've backed away, but I didn't. I felt comfortable around her. It wasn't just the fact that she was an old lady, it was something else. She didn't speak to me, but with a snap from her long, thin fingers we were in a different world. I wasn't even outside of the house. I had never seen this place before. The building in front of me was a castle. It had very dark black paint with two wide windows on each side on the large door on the castle.

"Welcome to Beckoner Academy," the women said smiling down at me with a twinkle in her eye. "We are very pleased that you are going to join us Miss Claira Edwards, very pleased."


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