Page 212 of Jagged Souls
Can see it in so many aspects of her now that I know to look.
“Come on,” I tell Dayne. “Micha is –
My eyes widen as the chain at Varius’ neck shatters, as does the two around his feet. He scrambles up and lunges for me. Eduardo screams. I start to shift –
Only to find I can’t.
“Help me!” Dayne screams. “I can’t move!”
Rudy’s magic is breaking free. Terra warned me she did not know how chaos magic would react to hers.
Cursing, I pivot out of the way.
But my legs are nightmarishly heavy. I move too slow.
He rams into me, shoving me off balance. As I fall to the floor, he snaps off one of the metal torture instruments that is attached to Rudy’s chair. Eduardo screams once more like a little bitch, then throws up a ward around him.
Only to have it instantly flicker out.
Scrambling for the door, he tries to run, but his feet sink into the ground. Then the wood solidifies around his ankles. Blood seeps up and out of the floorboard, and he falls to his hands. They sink in too, up to his wrists. More blood. More pain. The floor looks like it’s rippling towards me.
Cursing, I roll away from both it and Varius, then jump to my feet – and get kicked in the chest. I stagger back, my feet moving as if they’re encased in lead blocks. I need to kill Rudy. Free Dayne from his grip.
I try to shift again, but Artemis’ gift doesn’t come.
Knowing I can’t move fast enough to keep dodging with my limbs affected by Rudy’s magic, I let Varius come to me. He’ll try to stab me with the weapon he has – a metal rod with a pair of pincers at the end, meaning I can get away with focusing on only one thing, and I don’t need to hold out long, I don’t think – No. Ihope.
Chaos magic is a different breed. The shot I gave Varius was of the same disease though, just a much weaker strain, so we know it eats magic. It was created from Micha’s blood after all.
He jabs the weapon into my side. I knew I wasn’t fast enough to block it, so I didn’t bother. I left myself open in the place I wanted him to hit. Then I grab his wrist and wrench him to me. I smash my head into his, and his eye glazes over for just a moment.
Eduardo screams as a monstrous spider appears behind him. Human faces line its bulbous back, their mouths open as they shriek in horror. I try to not get distracted by it, but a massive dong swings from underneath it, large enough to drag on the floor. It mounts Eduardo, its dick sharp enough to pierce through his clothes. I don’t think it cares about finding a hole. Wrapping its front legs around him, it pins him down as it fucks him hard and fast. The faces shriek. So does Eduardo, and Dayne yells, a deep roar of pain.
I don’t know what Rudy’s magic is doing to him, but I don’t want him to die. It’ll devastate my mate.
But I can’t help him until I deal with Varius first.
I try once more to shift.
And this time, my werewolf form ripples up my left arm.
Rudy’s magic is weakening as he dies.
Varius is fighting as hard as he can, but he’s suffering from blood loss, months of torture, and the disease in his blood. He isn’t thinking as straight or moving as fast as he otherwise would be. I slice my claws towards him, holding him with my human hand, locking him to me.
He jumps up with both feet and kicks me in the chest. I stumble back, releasing him, and my claws rip through the air. He lands on his back. I trip over something behind me, but as I stumble, I yank out the metal rod he shoved into me and then shift completely into my werewolf form.
The spider starts to shrivel up. Rudy’s not far from death. But before it dies, it bites off the top of Eduardo’s head. His brain’s now exposed to the air, but he doesn’t die; the chaos magic has wrapped itself around him tightly. The spider’s dick is still inside him, and he screams in utter agony.
Dayne’s legs give out, and he collapses to the ground, blood pouring out of his eyes and lips. But it’s pinker than it should be, almost the color of brain matter, and I wonder if Terra didn’t screw me over. If the disease is infectious after all. Then again, chaos magic is called so for a reason.
But with its effect on me greatly reduced, Varius doesn’t stand a chance, not in his condition.
Grabbing him off the floor with a burst of speed he can’t match, I slam him into a wall. His head cracks, and I hit him again until his eye rolls back and he falls limp. Dropping him to the floor, I run over to Dayne. Check his pulse.
Nothing.
Closing my eyes briefly, I curse.
