Chapter 51
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Chapter 51: Obscurity
Warnings: Coarse language, a teeny bit of magic violence
Bad things happen to good people. It's the one thing he was sure of in life.
But how could he tell her that? She didn't deserve this. Her boy didn't deserve it. It was simple enough to say suck it up and deal with the cards life hands you. It wasn't fair, but that's the way the world is, and maybe this is all just part of the greater scheme of things.
Who said it had to be?
The thing about fate is you never know when it decides to make an unexpected turn. Maybe that was the reason why he was here.
In any case, it was time for him to check out. He's lingered here way too long.
No one saw him leave.
There were several directions that Willow could have taken to make it to her house in the woods. It was far from the main roads, and any man-made paths had been overgrown a long time ago.
The day had gone by in a blur. She had thought she was happy rejoining civilization, if only for a little while. But everything went quickly wrong. Why was everything always going wrong?
The morning had ended in spectacular failure. The accident was clearly her fault but no one knew that. Except maybe Jasmine...
Adrian: He's okay. He isn't hurt too much.
Jasmine: That just could have ended up a lot worse than it was.
Adrian: It was just an accident. It happens.
Jasmine: Uh huh.
Adrian: Is there anything else going on?
Jasmine: No. I mean, I don't know, I should find Willow.
Adrian: Jasmine, Cecilia's pretty upset. Maybe you should talk to her first...
Jasmine: Crap... she's just being overdramatic as usual. She'll be okay.
Adrian: You think maybe after everything that's happened lately, she has good reason to be "overdramatic"?
But Jasmine was already walking in the opposite direction.
Jasmine: I'll only be a few minutes.
Jasmine: Tell me that you had nothing to do with that accident. I just need to hear it from you.
Willow: Well I guess I can't tell you what you want to hear.
Jasmine: Willow... all this magic stuff. Do you even know what you're doing anymore?
Willow: Of course I know what I'm doing. I helped. Someone had to.
Jasmine: I don't know how making someone drive into a light post helped.
Willow: Well no one got hurt.
Jasmine: Not this time. Willow, honestly, what's going on with you?
Willow: Maybe it is better if I just stayed away from everything and everyone.
Jasmine: Right, because that is obviously the most sane thing to do.
Willow: It'll just be easier for everyone involved.
Jasmine sighed and watched her best friend go.
Adrian looked towards Cecilia uncertainly. He hardly knew her and here he was suddenly feeling responsible for her.
She was playing with the cat before it ran out into the street in front of that car. For a while, she was hysterical. She blamed herself for the whole thing.
Cecilia: Where's Jasmine?
Adrian: She'll be a minute.
Cecilia: A minute? She took off with Willow didn't she?
Adrian: No... they're just talking...
Cecilia: Talking. Like it's no big deal to just ditch me and send her boyfriend to babysit me? I'm only her sister.
Adrian: She didn't ditch you. It isn't like that...
Cecilia: Don't make any excuses for her.
Cecilia: I'm obviously not as important as Willow. If Jasmine asks, you could tell her to go to hell.
Willow drifted around campus, trying to regain any kind of sense of familiarity and comfort from being in the halls. It didn't help, and everytime she saw someone she knew, she'd walk away before being noticed.
Jasmine was no where to be found. Willow looked for her a little while but decided she should stick to her earlier words. She should just leave.
She wasn't used to walking this far anymore. It was much easier to teleport around if she needed to get anywhere. It didn't seem to be doing much harm.
But today, she felt weak and tired. She tried to summon magic, but it wouldn't come to her. She felt like she had used everything she had steering that car away from the cat.
No one was hurt, she tried to tell herself again. No one was killed.
"Not this time."
Willow: Jasmine?!
She spun around wondering how Jasmine managed to follow her. She thought it was her voice she heard, but now she was thinking that maybe she imagined it.
A chill crawled up her spine. She suddenly didn't feel alone. Was this one of Clara's tricks?
She couldn't help but feel vulnerable.
Willow: You're being ridiculous. There's no one there. Malcolm is dealing with Clara. ..
Clara wasn't a threat to her anymore. Malcolm reassured her of that. But how could she trust him? What if this whole thing was just another one of Clara's elaborate illusions?
She forced herself to stop thinking about it. This wasn't an illusion. This was real. Clara can't hurt her anymore...
It didn't stop the eerie feeling she was getting that she wasn't alone. She quickened her pace up the hill.
But her feet caught up in the dry underbrush and suddenly she found herself falling.
She had half-slid and half rolled down the hill ungracefully. She was more embarassed than hurt, even though no one was around to see her fall. Testing her leg, she winced, realizing that she hurt it a little badly.
Maybe magic could fix that...
Even now, the spells she needed still weren't coming to her. She was getting frustrated. Magic seemed to come to her randomly, and not necessarily when she wanted it to. Healing shouldn't take too much, she thought. And she really needed to get up and get out of here quickly. It was late afternoon, and it would soon be getting dark.
Cautiously, she stood up, using the tree to support her. Slowly she took a step. Her leg hurt, but it didn't seem serious. Probably just a bad bruise. Nothing twisted, nothing broken.
It still hurt. She knew that she wasn't too far away from home, at least.
She thought she heard something. The sounds echoed throughout the woods. She wasn't sure where it was coming from.
There was silence. And then the distinct rustling of dead leaves and breaking twigs. Someone was here.
What if it was Clara? What if there were other witches out there putting her in danger? What if it was the undead? And she was out here by herself with a hurt leg...
She could see a dark figure moving in the trees, hidden by the branches. Panic seized her.
The magic came to her now, along with the spell she needed to defend herself. Before she realized exactly what she was doing, it fired.
She heard the zap of the energy as it struck something. It was followed by a dull thud as a body hit the hard packed earth.
She hesitated a moment before she ran to the intruder...
... as she approached, she recognized who it was. She cried out in horror.
"Rowan!!!"
She panicked for entirely different reasons now. Who she thought was an intruder was just her brother. But what was he doing out in the woods?
He was still alive. Whatever spell she used had only knocked him out.
Willow: Rowan? Rowan! I'm sorry, oh god, I'm sorry! Someone? Help!
She looked around, knowing there was probably no one there to help her. He wasn't bleeding. He didn't seem to have hit his head when he fell. His breath was shallow and his skin was cold. But at least he was alive.
She hoped he wasn't any internal damage as she tried to move him. The spell only knocked him out, but it shouldn't have damaged him. She hoped.
He moaned, and it sounded more annoyed than pained. That was a good sign.
Right now, it wasn't helping that he was so heavy.
Meadow didn't want to sleep, no matter how tired she was. Sleep had become a strange enemy. She was afraid of falling asleep and leaving Sage to the waking world by himself. She finally had to take something to calm her nerves.
The pills knocked her right now. But it wasn't rest. Maybe, if only for a while, she could be in Sage's world.
It wasn't dark. That was reassuring.
At least in sleep, there are dreams.
The toy sat discarded below the window.
She recognized it. It might have belonged to Sage, she wasn't sure.
Quietly, she stooped to pick it up. Movement from outside caught her eye.
Sage?
Sage was outside, crawling across the cracked and dirty driveway. Meadow pounded against the glass, calling his name, telling him to come back to the hospital.
It was futile. He couldn't hear her from where he was. She watched terrified as he crossed the driveway to the park next door.
There he waited.
At the edge of the park, a shadow began to take form. Something Meadow imagined when Otto was telling his story. She walked swiftly towards Sage.
With him in her arms, she walked away.
Meadow could have broken the glass the way she was hitting it. Frantically, she screamed her son's name.
"Sage?"
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It seemed to take way too long to drag Rowan's dead weight through the woods. Finally as the sun started setting, she made it to her house.
She'd stop every so often to try a spell to wake him, but again the magic died on her. It was sure and potent when she was trying to hurt someone, she thought to herself sadly.
Willow: I'm so sorry, Rowan.
She had been apologizing to him over and over all this time. She took out her wand and once again tried to cast a spell that would wake him. She could see the words she needed in her head. She spoke the spell... but again the magic fizzled out. No energy came to her. Nothing to help Rowan with.
Rowan: What the..?!
She shrieked as Rowan snapped up, eyes wide and awake.
Willow: Rowan!
Rowan: Willow? Where the hell... what happened?
Rowan: Why do I feel I've been hit by a train?
Willow: I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you...
Rowan: Didn't know it was me...? What did you do to me?
Willow: I thought you were an intruder...
Rowan: Wait... Did you fucking blast me?
Willow: I didn't mean to!
Rowan: You did. You fucking used magic and knocked me out. What the fuck Willow?! Everytime we hang out now you're either whisking me away or trying to kill me.
Willow: I wasn't trying to kill anyone! And technically you were an intruder. I thought you were stalking me!
Rowan: So you're first instinct was to fry me?
Willow: How was I supposed to know you were here at all? If you were someone dangerous, that spell would have saved my life.
Rowan: You never heard of looking where and what you're shooting? Fuck.
Willow: You shouldn't have been sneaking around.
Rowan: I wasn't sneaking! And if you didn't have freaky powers, this wouldn't have happened.
Willow: You can't keep blaming me for being a witch, Rowan. I never asked for any of this. It's not like I could stop... I think.
Rowan: But you never bothered trying. You let it right in.
Willow: Why are you here anyway?
Rowan: This time? I'm here because you're a witch.
Willow: What?
Rowan: Sage. Yeah, yeah big shocking life altering news. I know about Sage. I know he's my kid. But there's something wrong.
Willow: Sage is in trouble??? You should have...
Rowan: Should have what?
Rowan: Dropped everything and come out personally to try to find you because you don't have a goddam phone? Risk my life while I'm at it, too?
Willow: I said I was sorry.
Rowan: You could make it up to me. Fix Sage.
Willow: I don't even know what's wrong with him...
Rowan: You could heal. I've seen you do it.. or at least you've tried.
Willow: If it takes magic to make him better, I'll do my best... but Rowan, you'll have to trust me.
Rowan: You make him better, I don't care how. I won't say a word.
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She woke in the hospital lounge where she had fallen asleep. She didn't remember coming here and it took a moment for her to understand where she was.
She was dazed and disoriented, her dream about Sage still clinging to her mind. If Sage was outside in the cold, she had to save him
She finally reached the park. The cold air was sobering. Piece by piece, the world started making sense again. Of course Sage wouldn't be here... he was still asleep in his room. But the dream seemed so vivid...
Suddenly, the light appeared...
This was impossible. Right before her eyes, two people appeared in the beam of light.
And one of them was Rowan.
Willow looked up and gasped when she saw Meadow.
There was always the possibility of teleporting somewhere where someone would see her. But she never expected Meadow to be here.
She turned around, hearing Rowan groan.
She was tired too and her head began to hurt but it must have been worse for Rowan.
Willow: Rowan, are you okay?
Rowan: Just shut up for a minute.
Meadow: Rowan???
Rowan: Meadow? Aww fuck...
She rushed towards him, crouching to help.
Meadow: How did you get here?!
He struggled to get to his feet, waving her off. He didn't look well.
Meadow: What's wrong with him???
Willow: It's the spell. It made him sick.
Meadow: A spell?! As in magic.
Willow: Yes. Magic.
Meadow: You did this?
Willow: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you...
Meadow: I don't know what that means...I'm still dreaming aren't I?
Willow: No you're not. Meadow, where's Sage?
Rowan: Willow is here to help him.
Willow: I can try.
Rowan: You better fucking do more than "try".
Willow: I can't promise anything.
Willow: Are you coming?
Rowan: In a bit. I still feel like shit and I don't really want to be around for that heeby stuff you do.
Rowan: Just make him better, Willow.
Meadow looked back at Rowan, confused. He nodded to reassure her, and finally she went away with Willow.
The teleporting made him sick. His head felt like it was in a vice and being squeezed slowly. His stomach churned. He had to fight an overwhelming urge to crawl up in a corner of the park and sleep it off.
The back of his neck prickled... that feeling of being watched.
He was right. There was a weird old man watching from across the park. How much did he see?
He was just standing there watching. He didn't seem to be reacting at all. Rowan took a step toward him, but nausea took over.
The first thing he thought of was to run up onto the fountain and empty his stomach into it. The old man was quickly forgotten.
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Meadow: Can you really help him?
Willow: I don't know. You have to believe me, I want to.
If the magic would let her help him.
Meadow: The doctors have been doing everything they could.
Willow: No. Not everything.
Willow: But that's why I'm here.
He was so small and so helpless. She looked down at him, thinking through every spell that she knew. She noted his symptoms and tried to tell herself if the sim doctors weren't able to find out what's wrong with him, then something else was happening.
If this was a curse or a spell, Willow would see it. Like the spell she saw on Clive. She couldn't sense anything. Not until she touched him.
Instantly, they were connected.
The magic was resisting, but she felt all of her energy flow through her body and into Sage. She was frightened at how much energy was passing through her, but she didn't pull away.
Finally he opened his eyes.
Meadow: Willow! He's awake!!!
Sage: Mommy?
Meadow: I'm here sweetie. I'm here... thank you, thank you, thank you...
Willow tried to smile, but everything suddenly started to go dark. She could hear Meadow calling her name. She could hear Sage crying... it was so sweet, but all the lights began to go out...
And now everyone was calling for her. The voices were sounding more hollow and further away.
Only one tiny voice echoed before she succumbed to darkness.
"Wi-wwo!!!"
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Yep.
It was good a time as any to leave.
There was only one stop that he needed to make downtown.
It would be the most ostentatious building he could find to house his surface operations. Where he could act the vainglorious business tycoon. Be the big sim.
He was never difficult to find.
He made hiding in plain sight an artform.
Otto: Working late, your Lordship?
Malcolm looked up, startled. He hadn't heard nor sensed anyone come in. His hands clenched when he saw who was standing there.
Malcolm: You...
Otto: That's right. Me.
Otto: I got your letter. All nice and formal, just the way you like.
He flung the envelope towards Malcolm.
Malcolm: Makoto St. Julien. Sir.
Otto: You know damned well I don't go by that name anymore.
Malcolm: You'll have to forgive me, I didn't exactly expect your visit so soon.
Otto: You were expecting me at all then?
Malcolm: I was sure you'd come. After all, there is that matter of your daughter... Clara.
He didn't take his chances. He stood up suddenly and reached for his wand.
The other spell was cast with simply a breath. With surprising speed, Malcolm was disarmed.
The old man just cocked an eyebrow and grinned.
Otto: Now take it easy, son. Have a seat and relax. There's gonna be some words...
Malcolm: What Clara did was indefensible in any court, Makoto. She needs to pay for her crimes, and there's nothing you nor I can do about it.
Otto: You think I'm here about Clara? Well let's get it straight then. There ain't anything I'm doing about that. She dug her grave.
Malcolm was stunned.
Otto: Maybe she had it coming to her. Maybe not. She isn't sitting in her little cell right now without good reason, I imagine. But that "precious little daughter" of mine chose to disown me a long time ago. So what she's getting from me? Big fat zilch.
Malcolm: Then why are you here? You could have just had the summons delivered back...
Otto: Malcolm, my boy. Do me one favour and treat me with the respect I'm owed as the former Head Warlock of this Coven. This isn't about Clara.
Otto: I'm here because of a little boy named Sage. I need you to make a decree. You and the Coven will leave him and his mother alone. I'm not asking politely.
Malcolm stepped back and exhaled slowly.
Otto: Remember when I made the Sim Tower disappear? Imagine what I'll do to this place.
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Notes:
* I'm sorry this chapter took so long. Life and various other excuses.
* I did some last minute reordering of certain scenes. Some scenes I teased about earlier have been deleted. Others got moved. We're still on track though.
* Otto, aka Makoto, was introduced in Chapter 43.
* thank you for being patient with me and thank you for reading