Spy Mage System

Chapter 4: A Fight Not Meant to be Seen

I looked back and I saw two men, whose faces seemed to disappear into the dark and their bodies quickly speeding after me, and even their clothing seemed to be in tune with the night.

I looked back forward and found myself meeting with another figure, which this time it was one of the street lights that were by the sidewalks, just there to share the light at that certain area.

This could be a great time to see who they were.

I ran quickly by the light and made sure to turn my head back to see their bodies reveal themselves in the light.

The anticipation was too much, for there was just this amount of assuredness I was probably less scared figuring out who it was. Maybe it was Kirk’s bullies or something like that, which now thinking about it would be quite the toll on that other guy that was brutally fisted by me.

But then I found myself eating my own words, as fear boiled even more intensely inside of me once I saw who they were, what I exactly feared.

It was the vest men.

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They were wearing hats that seemed to block the darkness from their faces, so it appeared as if they were men with no heads who were chasing me down the street. I panted as I ran while breathing hard, but now it was adrenaline that was in the energy compartment of my body; all of those nutrients had been used up and I was simply running on emergency fuel. But I’d rather die than be strangled by one of them again. The residual agony still stung my throat.

I turned a corner right next to an alleyway where the moon didn’t shine, so all the things that were probably in that alleyway now seemed to sink into the walls.

I felt myself getting dizzy, my eyesight blurring as I continued to run. But I couldn’t stop-my legs were stuck in this never-ending cycle of constantly hitting the ground and lifting off.

Only if I could use this time to use that red strength thing again.

But I wasn’t feeling angry of any sort; I just felt scared and terrified-and the only thing I wanted to do was get away from these freaks.

But then, I saw someone in front of me, I wasn’t sure at first, but I shrieked and tried to move towards the right. My legs found themselves twisted from the quick turn, and I fell right down to the ground.

I looked up, trying to get up but enclosed by fear I couldn’t try to.

But then, as he continued walking, his body shape was something I recognized. Box-like shoulders with long arms, wearing a tuxedo or suit of some sort I believe, with sunglasses with wires that went down inside the suit.

Uncle?

I slowly got closer to try and see the body, and for a fact, I was not wrong. “Uncle?” I asked, and he shot a quick look at me. His chest rose and declined, meaning he probably sighed.

But then, one of the vest men began to talk.

“Hey, you!” they called out, taking out a certain thing I found myself wondering about, and still find myself wondering about.

They looked like they were holding wands or scythes, with the tips glowing red. It looked like they were about to use fire or something similar that would spurt out of their wands. But then Uncle Bruce pulled out the same thing.

Except it was blue.

The vest men growled in annoyance, keeping it ready in their arms, and they took up a defensive posture that I didn’t understand. “I’m not sure why you’d risk your time chasing youngsters if that’s the new trend,” Uncle Bruce said. The vest men grumbled with displeasure, and they shifted into a fighting stance that I don’t know about.

Uncle Bruce did the same.

Then suddenly fire released itself and sped towards my uncle, who quickly raised his wand up, manifesting an ice wall.

I was right! How did I know that?!

My uncle then jumped, and he ordered ice to go towards the vest men, over the home-and dashing to them. They suddenly utilized their fire as some sort of rocket power to rise up to his level, ready to swing their wands at any moment. But my uncle was quick, and he blocked the swing with his powers of it and created a block of ice that would spawn in and push the vestman back down to ground level quickly.

They rolled in pain and cried, groaning until they eventually went unconscious. Uncle Bruce melted the icy pathway and vigorously descended onto the ground.

I could only stare in awe at him, knowing that he was a lot more voguish than I believed.

He immediately looked at me and ran towards me, picking me up from the ground. “You okay?” he asked me.

“I think I am,” I said, unsure if I was or not. “Are you a wizard?”

“Everything will be explained in due time,” he said, as the wand suddenly disappeared into little flakes of snow, before fully dispersing on the road.

He turned around, but turned his neck towards me and stopped. “Go home, alright?” he asked, and I nodded with assuredness.

I quickly ran towards my house, still thinking about all that just happened in those five to ten minutes that I couldn’t grasp or try to define.

What was that?

What were they doing?

Why were the wizards able to cast spells from their wands? Why would the vest men try to harm me when I just witnessed them using their hands? It’s not like I was going to call the authorities-I had just punched someone in the face at school! Tears refused to fall from my eyes but remained behind, being blown away by the wind that passed over my eyes.

I needed to get home quickly.

I shouldn’t tell Mom about this either, because I’m quite sure my uncle wouldn’t want me telling them all those things I just saw coming home from prom. All though it was probably best I tell her about those vest guys.

But they’ll try to kill her too.

We don’t have any guns or shotguns stored inside some secret basement or this and what not. We don’t even have a basement, although we should. 2022 seems to not be the year for me I guess.

I was close to getting home, I was only two blocks away from finally being safe inside my home.

Once I made it there, I knocked on the door as hard as I could, because I didn’t want those vest men seeing me again.

Mom luckily opened the door and Dad was luckily in the living room, but he was sleeping instead so I wasn’t surprised.

Mom looked at me with confusion. She stretched out her neck and looked both ways, then looked at me who was still shaking in a bit of fear.

“Why didn’t you tell me the prom party was done, I didn’t think it only lasted one hour,” she said, looking at me and back.

“Sorry, I thought it was two hours so I just decided to walk home to let you and-Dad sleep,” I fibbed, feeling such an intense burn in my soul to tell what happened. But I walked inside and Mom closed the door, and suddenly when the door closed, tiredness conquered my body,

My eyes fell to the kingship of my weariness and I just walked into my room, feeling drowsy and almost drunk I face planted onto the bed, and suddenly sleep turned off my body.