Chapter 6

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Chapter 6 - Jimmy Jimmy yawned, leaning back in his chair. He smiled at his friends. They were both deep in conversation about something, though Jimmy hadn’t been paying attention. Scar and Jimmy had become friends back in elementary school, and eventually had pulled Lizzie into the group. They’d even made a name for themselves: the Bamboozlers. Their parents stil used it, though the actual members had stopped years ago. Jimmy and Lizzie had always been close. They were only a year apart so they'd spent a lot of time together as kids. Even now the two siblings made sure to hang out, something that happened even more often. What with Scar often coming over, and even staying the night at their house. Though instead of the house that day, the trio had favored a restaurant. The building was located on the far reaches of town. It wasn’t the tastiest of places, but it was the only place that allowed animals. So Scar was insistent upon it being their hang out spot. “…But this time He went with him.” Scar was saying as he stroked his cat. “Who went with who?” Jimmy asked, having only heard the last few words of the conversation. “Scar’s dad left again, and Bdubs went with him this time,” Lizzie explained. Jimmy frowned, “do you need to stay with us again? I’m sure our parents would be fine with it.” Scar shook his head, “I’m okay, I think Mom said she wanted to watch a movie or something with me later anyway.” “Just remember you can call us if you need us,” Lizzie smiled reassuringly. “I know,” for a moment Jimmy thought he saw a glimpse of sadness behind his friend’s green eyes. No matter what Scar kept telling them, he didn’t seem okay. Then Scar grinned, and the look was gone almost as soon as it had appeared. “I almost forgot, look at this!” He glanced around their table and covertly pulled a book from his backpack. So that’s why he’d brought the bag. “Where’d you get it?” Jimmy leaned forward in his chair excitedly. Scar just smiled knowingly. Lizzie raised an eyebrow, “you didn’t steal it, did you?” “I-” Scar paused, “maybe.” She grinned, “What is it?” Scar passed the book to her. She thumbed through it. “An enchanting book, don’t you need the table for it to work?” “If I want to enchant objects, yeah, but I found something!” He took the book and turned it to a page near the end. He opened his arms in a grand gesture. “I need a volunteer!” He pretended to look around. Jimmy raised his hand, “oh me!” Scar cleared his throat, holding out his hand, palm forward, towards Jimmy. He said something that sounded a little like gibberish, and waved his hand a few times. Suddenly all Jimmy could see was black. He heard Lizzie laughing, and the noises of the restaurant. Then sound faded, replaced with nothing. A wall of cold slammed into him like a load of bricks. He wrapped giant, golden, canary wings around himself to shield from the cold. How in the world had he gotten those? “Hello?” He called out into the black abyss. He felt something turn towards him. Eyes. Thousands upon thousands of them. Their gaze felt hostile and terrifying. Each glowed purple, though he noticed that some were slightly different shades of the color. He wished he hadn’t said anything. If he hadn’t, maybe he wouldn’t feel them. Even when he closed his own eyes he could feel their presence. WHERE IS HE LITTLE CANARY? Images of someone rushed into his head. He was short, certainly much shorter than Jimmy himself, though they seemed about the same age. He had on a red sweater that seemed slightly too big for him, with light brown hair flapping in a soft wind. vv continued in N&C vv