A/N: Okay, I know I haven’t updated this in , like, three weeks, but it’s spring break and I have nothing better to do, so here I am. I don’t know if you noticed, but I accidentally hit Publish when I was drafting chapter 6, so it posted half of the chapter. It is now officially complete, so anyone who actually reads this story might want to go read the second half. I will probably update this again this week, but no promises. I am hoping for this story to hit somewhere between 12-15 chapters, but I’ll only keep going if people stay interested. I hope y’all enjoy.
Artemis and Holly glanced at one another, hardly daring to believe what was right in front of them. Holly attempted to draw her Neutrino, but it wasn’t there.
“Looking for this?” she smirked, brandishing the gun. Unseen by them, Ismyra had taken the gun.
Hollys’ eyes widened in shock.
“Hmmm… you deserve a sporting chance. That’s more than you gave me, but I’m known for my kindness to traitors to their own kind.” she said, a cruel smile stretching across her face.
Almost word for word what Opal Koboi had said when she trapped them in the exhibit.
The gun arced through the air and Holly snatched it, taking aim and firing before she even touched the ground. Time seemed to slow as the sirens’ lightning-fast reflexes took action. She waved her hand in front of the blast and it dissipated before it came within three feet of the girl.
“‘Hmmm… and here I thought with weapon you’d be a challenge.” she murmured, almost lazily. “Just give me what I came for and I’ll be on my merry way.”
“Not a chance.” hissed Holly. Artemis had been creeping back towards the control panel, Obsidia assumed, out of fear, but then he hit a button and a small panel slid out of the ceiling. Something shot of it, heading straight towards her.
“No!” shouted a voice from the shadows. A blond streak put itself between her and the missile, taking the hit for her. Collapsing on the floor in a fit of convulsions, was another siren, a male.
“Soren!” Obsidia shrieked. She dropped to her knees beside him and began checking his vital signs.
Artemis looked blankly at the boy on the floor, for all his smarts, not comprehending what had just happened.
Obsidia looked up at him, murderous rage seething in her eyes. “What the hell did you do to him?!” she yelled.
Artemis was only barely able to answer, stuttering for the second time that day.”I-It was a concentrated sedative mixed with holy water. It w-was engineered for you specifically. If his magic is even less than half a percent weaker than yours, it could kill him” he looked at her, fear blooming in his eyes.
Her furious expression, if possible, grew more and more livid with every word. She said only two words, but they hung in the air like a guillotine over their heads, “Fix. Him.”
Holly slung the unconscious boy over her shoulder and turned to Artemis.
“Lead the way.”
The heart monitor beeped unevenly as Sorens’ heart struggled against the poison in his body. He glowed with a soft white aura that pulsed as his magic fought to counteract the drugs.
Obsidia gazed at his sculpted features, one hand clasping his, the other rubbing her temple.
“How long?” her voice low, but clear, over the machines.
“Given the magic saturation from his blood sample, I’d say about four days.” said Artemis in a detached voice, concealing his nervousness beneath a smooth, emotionless mask.
“If you don’t save him, I swear, I will kill you all.” she said in the same calm tone as before, making the vow all the more sinister.
Artemis swallowed hard, trying not to imaging all of the gruesome things she could do, and failing miserably.
“Do you even have a cure?” she asked.
He glanced at her nervously, but her gaze was still on the boys’ face. “Ah, well, theoretically, it is possible we could-”
“Just spit it out Mud Whelp!” she yelled, her tone revealing the desperation that lie just beneath her ruthless exterior.
“There is a chance you could save him if you used your power to heal him, but only after a drug is administered. The drug will counteract the natural repulsion sirens magic has to one another. But there is no guarantee the drugs’ effect will take hold. You may just end up killing him.” he said.
She stared at Soren for several minutes more before answering. “What choice do I have? If I don’t try, he will die anyway. How long will it take to make this drug?” she asked, still not looking at him.
“At least two days, possibly three.” he said.
“Get to work.”