Phil quickly withdrew his head as the chair came flying in his direction. He should have stayed upstairs like Claire had said. Well it wasn't too late. But he couldn't just leave Claire to die. He peeked again and panicked. Claire was now on the ground, the monster towering above her. It looked absolutely hideous with three horns and three eyes. It had two hands each with three fingers. Both middle fingers had very long nails which looked like bones extending from the hand. It raised a hand upon Claire but before it could pierce her, Phil came out of his hiding spot
Phil: Hey you! Take this
Phil threw his hand forward, attempting to summon a bolt of lightning
BOOM!
The bolt didn't hit the monster. It shattered a vase, and sent a wave of residual electricity bouncing around the room.
Claire: Phil?!
Claire scrambled backward on the hardwood floor as blue sparks danced off the walls.The rogue static shot up Phil's shoulder and blasted straight into Kingsley.
Kingsley: SQWAAAAAAAK!
Kingsley's parrot feathers flew everywhere as he was forcibly zapped out of his avian shape. With a loud, awkward THUD, he transformed mid-air and landed flat on his face as a fully grown teenage, complete with parrot feathers still stuck in his hair.
Kingsley: Ouch!
Kingsley groaned, rubbing his spine before looking up at the horrifying three-eyed beast.
Kingsley: Wait... WHAT IS THAT?!
Claire: Kingsley?! Where did you...was the parrot you?
Phil: No time for an explanation
His hands twitched wildly as blue sparks shot out of his fingertips like broken sparklers.
Phil: I can't control it! Claire, watch out!
The monster, thoroughly irritated by the loud noises and blinding lights, shifted its focus away from Claire and whirled toward Phil. It let out a wet, screeching roar, its three glowing eyes fixing on him as it raised its bone-clawed hand.
Claire: Phil, move!
She didn't hesitate. Sprinting forward, Claire leaped over the shattered remains of a coffee table and slashed her saw-toothed daggers across the monster's thick, leathery back. Dark, viscous blood spilled onto the carpet. The beast howled in rage, turning its upper torso back around to swipe at her. Claire ducked under the massive bone claws, rolling across the floor, but the monster's spiked tail whipped around, catching her in the ribs. The impact launched her against the grand staircase. She hit the wood hard, breathless, dropping one of her daggers. Kingsley panicked and tried to transform into something tough. A bear, a tiger, anything. But the stress wrecked his concentration. Poof! With a cloud of smoke, Kingsley suddenly shrank into a bewildered-looking badger. He tried again. Poof! A confused toad. Poof! A frantic goat that immediately accidentally chewed on a couch cushion.
Phil: Kingsley, stop!
He backed up against the wall as the monster stalked toward him.
Phil: Okay... focus, Phil. Focus...
Phil thrust both hands out, trying desperately to funnel the energy into a straight beam. But the moment he released the power, it backfired again. Wild arcs of chaotic lightning erupted from his palms, shooting straight into the chandelier above. The heavy crystal structure groaned, snapped off its chain, and crashed straight down onto the monster's head! The beast roared in pain, temporarily pinned and dazed under a mountain of shattered glass and iron.
Phil: Claire! Now!
Claire was already moving. Shaking off the pain in her ribs, she scooped up her fallen dagger and vaulted off the arm of a sofa. Using the monster's pinned shoulder as a stepping stone, she launched herself high into the air. The monster thrashed, swinging its bone claws upward to catch her, but Claire twisted her body in mid-air with practiced precision, dodging the strike entirely. She landed squarely on the beast's back.With a fierce battle cry, Claire reversed her grip on both saw-toothed daggers and drove them downward with all her weight—plunging one blade straight through the center of its three-eyed skull and the other deep into its throat. The monster stiffened instantly. A guttural whine escaped its throat before its red eyes dimmed to black. With a heavy, echoing thud, the creature collapsed into a lifeless heap on top of the shattered chandelier. Silence fell over the destroyed living room, broken only by the hum of sparking wires and heavy breathing. Claire stood atop the carcass, pulled her bloodied daggers from its head, and wiped her brow with the back of her sleeve. She took a deep breath, looking down at the beast to ensure it was dead before hopping off. Phil sank against the wall, rubbing his burning, static-singed hands. Next to him, Kingsley finally managed to transform back into his human form, sitting on the floor with torn clothes, a few stray parrot feathers, and a terrified expression. Claire slowly turned toward the two of them, her daggers strangely devoid of blood. Her eyes darted from Phil's smoking hands, to Kingsley, and then to the ruined living room
Claire: You guys have something to tell me?
Phil sighed and was about to speak when a groan was heard behind him. It was Claire's dad, trying to get up. Claire quickly rushed over and helped him up but blood kept pouring from his severed shoulders. It was then that something strange happened. Mr. Williams' hands began glow and his severed shoulders healed into stumps. Both Phil and Kingsley exclaimed in shock before Claire realised it and removed her hand. Phil also realized something
Phil: Claire! How come your injuries are all healed.
Claire paused then nodded
Claire: You're right! I have healed. Maybe because of that emerald
Phil & Kingsley: Emerald?
The door suddenly fell with a huge THUD from its doorway revealing a startled butler who was just about to knock.
Claire: Mike?! I thought you were on vacation
Mike: Well now I'm here.[After looking around a bit] I see the fight already ended
Claire: Yeah we.... Wait how did you know about that
Mike stepped in and walked to Mr Williams who was seated on the ground marvelling at his healed shoulders.
Mike: I have a lot to explain to you but before that.....
He placed three fingers on Mr. Williams' head and Mr. Williams went unconscious.
Claire: What did you do to him?
Mike: Nothing much! I just erased his memory
Phil: Now why would you do that?
Mike: Don't worry. He'll only forget the fight. The rest of his memories remain intact along with one where a he loses both arms due to a brawl with an assassin sent to kill him.#
Claire: The question was why ?
Mike: Well if you're willing to listen then i'll be glad to explain.
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In a dark room, a well built man sat in a chair reading a book absentmindedly. The book seemed to have no title but the man seemed pretty interested. Suddenly, an unknown voice spoke up.
Voice: My plan failed and you are doing nothing about it
Andy: Your minion just wasn't strong enough that's all
Andy looked calmly at the demon trapped in the hologramlike pillar extended by the huge pentagon on the ground.
Demon: If i was in my true form, I would have gone myself and claimed those powers for myself. But I'm still shocked they defeated him
Andy: You underestimate them too much. Besides you could just posses a human and complete the job instead of waiting 5 more years to--
Demon: I've told you that my power reduces when i do that. You said it yourself that they are not to be underestimated
Andy: So why complain. You are so paranoid, Midas
Demon: The fact that you summoned me doesn't give you the right to call insult me or call me by my birthname
Andy just ignored Midas and went to his book
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