Mystic of Light (Phase 4)

MYSTIC OF LIGHT PHASE 4

"We should be safe here for a bit." A teenage, black boy, informed. He set the shocked, little girl; he was carrying down by a busted tire. Even though they were in an empty parking lot, it looked more like a crowded truck yard.

"I think they went this way!"

"Or not!" The boy picked up the young girl and dashed inside a nearby car. Great, now we’re trapped.

The car had no wheels and it was positioned straight across from the only entrance to the empty lot, where the goons came running (more like trotting due to the extra weight of their muscles).

They’re blocking the exit and I’m not even sure what to do, anymore!!! Chhht, chht! "Uh… oh your conscious now?" The 7-year-old girl name Lia was sprawled out on the back seat, feeling the edges. "What are you doing?" He exclaimed.

"Shhh! They’re right in front of us, dimwit!" There’s got to be something, I can use. Lia bent over the seat and started to feel along the floor, "I trying to find-" Plop!

"What was that? Did you find something?"

Lia reached down and picked up what fell from her dress. It was a small, feather-like object. This is the birdie from my badminton game, at the castle. That’s it! "Hey, um… come to think of it, you never told me your name." The boy opened his mouth, but Lia didn’t wait for a response, "Doesn’t matter right now. Do you have any kind of paper or tissue? WELL?!" Lia glanced up at him.

The boy just glared at her. Well, sorry my name doesn’t matter to you. I made a point hear yours even though I didn’t care to. I, the great Spicer will remember this! He pulled a torn piece of paper. He looked at the phone number on the paper. This was the only girl’s number, I got all week and it was only ‘cause she thought I was volunteering to help at the festival, tonight. "Here," he sighed, handing the sheet over. "What’s your plan?"

Lia tore the sheet, made two semicircles, and attached them on each side of the birdie. She wrapped the rest around its body. "I need some thread!"

"That looks a lot like a mouse!" Spicer examined her handicraft and began feeling the seat for loose strings.

"No duh, Sherlock!"

Why is she so bitchy! "Hey, little miss. I am older than you, so you better treat me with some respect." Spicer scowled, as he handed her some thin, light brown strings, he collected.

Lia began twinning the strings together, to make them thicker. She paused as he said this and asked, "How old are you, exactly?"

"15. Why?" Spicer was taken back. What’s it matter? You’re clearly a little girl, even if you're pretty mature for one!

Are you kidding me! He’s a year younger than me! Lia smirked, while finishing the makeshift mouse. She drew eyes on it with a dry erase marker she found on the dashboard. "And we’re done."

While Spicer and Lia were devising their plan, the goons were circling the parking lot continuously. They soon became tired and were coming close to the tattered old car; the two victims were hiding in.

"Maybe we should quit," One of them whispered. The other was about to respond when a white little object came flying out of the air.

"Aahhhh! It’s a mouse! Eeek!" They both screamed and flew from the parking lot so fast; they were only two dots by the time Spicer and Lia got out of their hiding spot.

Spicer hollered with laughter, as Lia quickly marched out of the lot. "Hey! Where are you going?" He called, racing after her.

They walked a couple blocks in silence, until they reached a grand hotel. Only the rich could afford rooms here, Spicer thought, as Lia walked up to the entrance. What?! This is where she was going? Yes! If her family’s wealthy, they might pay me for helping her get here. "Wait up, Lia!"

As the doors to the hotel opened, a 6"2 shadow of a man approached them, looking menacing. He loomed over Spicer. "YOU, HEATHEN! HOW DARE YOU KIDNAPP PRINCESS AEOLIA TAUZONITZ!"

Spicer gulped, W-what!?