Spy Mage System

195 A Horrifying Sight

The last one came at me with another right hook but I stepped back and tripped him up. They were all on the ground, but they weren’t done yet. They returned to their feet slowly, with a firm grip on their wands. This was a sign in itself, alone just saying they were taking it much more serious now.

“That was just practice,” one of them said, and a bolt shot out of his wand. Quickly I dodged, with the bolt making a little detonation of dust behind me, as it passed by.

“Not too good, is it?” another one said, as they all came at me again with their wands at the ready and their hands at their sides. “You’re dead meat,” another one said with a chuckle. One of them swung their wands with a powerful force, aiming for me, but I ducked and took them all with a head butt each before kicking out at one of them and sending him flying across the room into another wall before he fell over.

The second agent hurriedly shot a fire bolt towards me, but it hit nothing but air as I ran up to him and delivered a kick that sent him flying into the other wall, where he also made an explosion of dust and smoke. But they still weren’t done, as they slowly began to return onto their feet.

“How are you guys not dead?” I muttered furiously, as they stood up straight and walked over to me with their wands ready at their sides again, their hands ready to shoot their fire bolts or whatever else they wanted to use against me next. The first guy all of a sudden-just went wacko. Bolts galore shot out of his wand rapidly, each one getting closer to me before I was able to dodge it with a little bit of agility.

Then he swung his wand, as I quickly took out mine which made a loud clashing noise. He curved his wand towards my face, but I was quick enough to deter the attack, dodging it before it made contact.

“I think it’s time you died!” he said, as he came forward again, swinging his wand for me once again before I grabbed it and turned it on him. I jabbed it against him, pushing him back enough to waver his stability, and then quickly jammed it against his chest, making him fall back again into the other agent which caused a small cloud of dust and smoke in the air around them as they fell on top of each other and made a small crater in the floor.

The third one managed to kick me on the thigh, coming it with a hard blow to the jaw, causing me to fall over onto my back. They got back up onto their feet again and all three of them started shooting bolts at me again before I could take them out in a head butt.

They shot firebolts, lightning bolts, ice bolts, wind bolts, and even lightning bullets and everything else they could use at me while I quickly stood up and tried to run around them to get away from them but they wouldn’t let me run.

.....

It was like an arena of just a bunch of light, enough to give you a seizure.

I rolled under a bunch-maybe four or five bolts that came at me-before I punched the ground. A shockwave launched the agents away from the ground, so that they flew in a circular motion in the air like a tornado. They were still standing on their own though.

But what did that matter now? It was time for action now-action that could end these three agents. I had enough energy in my fist to be able to go through them all at once if they weren’t careful.

They had no idea how close they were to dying.

I quickly dashed forward with a full-body tackle at the first guy who was looking at me with fear in his eyes-the fear that told me that he knew that he was about to die. I rammed into him, feeling his bones crush into mashed potatoes and his blood wiggling vibrantly inside of him, splattering into his face like red paint all over it-his eyes now lifeless.

He hit the ground hard; dead as a doornail.

I ran up to the other two agents who were on the ground with their hands still up, before I grabbed the one closest to me and threw him against the opposite wall before I kicked him in the stomach, before I made a small firework of smoke in the air with his death before I turned around and kicked the other guy who fell to the ground. The man rolled until his momentum stopped his movement, his hands lifeless and immobile.

I breathed heavily, my arms feeling like jelly, my veins felt as though they were filled with acid that had gone bad inside of my body. The three agents lay on the ground in front of me in a circle like a bunch of dolls thrown into a heap. Then I heard footsteps make their way towards the basement, and I soon saw Nikki appear.

“Connor!” she said, running over to me. “Where’s Dr. Fletcher?”

“An FBI agent has him, he should be inside of the vehicle,” I said.

“We should probably search for that agent,” Nikki said, and I nodded in agreement. “Let’s go!”

We ran through the room towards the right where that agent left, as we ran through the hall, past the dead bodies of the other agents and the door that led upstairs. The sound of sirens were audible as we ran through the hallway, but they were coming from outside; meaning they were coming soon.

“I don’t see them,” I finally expressed, looking and examining around the hall-trying to see anything. But then, we came across a corner and my heart stopped from what I saw: The FBI agent-dead on the floor, and the man beside him, Dr. Fletcher, with blood spilling on the tiled floor with a stained jacket of blood.

“Oh, no,” Nikki muttered, and nausea infected her voice, as she approached the two men. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the body of the FBI agent with his throat slit open as blood spurted from his body and all over the ground. “Oh...oh,” she said, slowly moving back, “Oh God... Connor?”

“Dr. Fletcher...” I said in disbelief, as my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest as I took in what had happened. I turned back at her. “Call the FBI team, we have a very bad problem here.”

***

Authorities came to the scene, and the apartment was now a crime scene, which meant that no one was allowed to enter the apartment without permission from the authorities. Nikki and I had been forced out of the building, since there were a bunch of people going inside and doing their job; trying to find clues that could help find out what happened to Dr. Fletcher and who had done this terrible act.

My uncle wasn’t going to be happy about this. I could hear him telling me that I had been careless and should have been more careful; or something like that. I took a deep breath, before turning around and seeing Tisiah making his way towards me. “Well there goes our lead,” he said once he reached us, with September following behind him, who looked more anxious than ever.

“We don’t know that for sure,” Nikki said as she glanced over to Tisiah, before looking over at me and smiling gently. “We still have other scientists on the list.”

“That’s pretty hopeful wishing,” September reported as she peered at the yellow tape, and then up at me with a look of disgust in her eyes as she went to turn around and leave but then hesitated as she stopped and looked at Tisiah again before turning around. “Well at least it’s hopeful,” I countered, trying to raise somewhat of some spirits, “We still have hope.”

“It’s not enough,” September said bluntly. “We don’t have enough time.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean that Dr. Fletcher could be dead by now,” she said. “The guy who was guarding him might have killed him.”

“But why would he do that?” I asked. “We needed him to give us where the Cobra Virus is, to stop a pandemic that could affect the whole world.”

“I don’t know,” September replied quietly, as she turned to look at us slowly, “but we need to find him.”

“And how are we supposed to find him?” Nikki asked her, “The guy isn’t just going to show up at a hospital or something.”

“Maybe it wasn’t the FBI agent, what if it was Dr. Mord?” I proposed quickly, and everyone’s eyes widened as realization finally responded to their minds, “If he wanted Dr. Fletcher dead, why wouldn’t he do something like this?”

“That’s not all,” I added with a sudden thought as I remembered something else about Dr. Mord. “If someone had the power to reveal where your whole plan was, the best thing to do-is to kill him.”