Inverse - Mikey Luke Mitchell (best books to read non fiction .TXT) 📗

before, never needed to, and a person using their Forte has to sacrifice a lot of their energy levels but I wasn’t using it’s full potential it would only take a fraction of my energy level for this. Keeping my focus I cut out that particular sound and deafened it, I brought my focus back and the sounds of the scene came back, except the barking.

“Will, did you do that?” Rachel said in response to the lack of splintering trees and barks.
“Yeah. Their power is gone.” And after I said that we all turned around to hit as many of them as we could, there defenseless almost, the only thing going for them now is their deadly bites. All of us were being slowly forced into a circle of defense as the Moffits were managing to surround us. We were all shooting different powers but it was getting useless, there were too many of them and we made the mistake of staying put. The only light omitting through the trees was the light from our powers, it was distorting our view of the Moffits and they were also fast, like trying to find focus of someone dancing in strobe lighting. If we all get killed now, we could miss the battle and forfeit some of our money and some of our powers and most importantly, our reputation. We did though, have one more chance.
“Wanweird.” I cried out and another bottle manifested itself in my hand, one Moffit eyed me angrily and looked like it was about to pounce any second. I held it up ready to thrust it to the floor but my arm was stopped.
“Cosain Muid!” The voice came from the man who grabbed my hand, then the Moffit pounced and hit an invisible force field like an electric fence it blasted the Moffit hitting a nearby stinger on a tree which caused it to slump and disintegrate into the blue orbs.
“Ar ais Moffits!” He shouted again lifting up his hand. The Moffits scattered into the darkness reluctantly into the darkness of the bottomless pit of a forest.

“Thank you.” I told the man, he nodded his head and smiled.
“No problem.” His voice laid thick with a french accent. I conjured a death ball to produce more light and so we could see our savior, who instantly received approval from the girls, with their not-so-subtle ‘oh hello.’ He was typical french features, matte-olive skin, glossy chestnut eyes and deep dark hair. He was also unusually tall around six-five at least.
“I’m Will -”
“Will Johnson, yes, yes I know who you are.” He said enthusiastically with a wide smile. “Big player you and your guild are! My names Tristanio or Trist for short.”
I shook his hand. He wore a black leather jacket with tight european-like jeans and leather boots, he had on a holster carrying an empty vial, one green and one ruby amulet around his neck. A modern wizard by the looks of things, they have to verbally call out their powers, bit of a disadvantage but they have a set of very desirable powers and enchantments that us Nomads can’t possess, like the ones he just casted to save us from humiliation.
“Could you help us please? We got a battle with the Vassyl clan vampires soon, we need to get out of here.” I asked.
“Of course, of course I just need small minute.” He gestured squeezing the air with his finger and thumb and then he bent down to pick some plants out of the ground and put in his pocket. Probably for a potion or something.
“So… Trist.” Coleen giggled. “I like your name.” she giggled more which came to an abrupt stop as she turned to see Randeep’s lifted eyebrow of disapproval on her.
“Just saying.” Coleen retorted.

“Ok, ready, let’s go.” And we all set off tagging behind him, it wasn’t long till we reached the sunlight and eventually the stone cobbled town of Krovac country, in keeping with the theme of the unsteady and unstable looking grounds and buildings of the Obturiness world. The town shone a browny tan color from the it’s stoney buildings, it had that usual eerie feeling that any town in the Obturiness world possessed, known of it’s home of all things gothic, demonic and vampirish it suited it well. I noticed how dead and barren Krovac actually was, I knew it wasn’t the most popular of town in Obturiness.

“I’ll see you all later.” Tristanio said.
“Thank you.” Most of us retorted followed by,
“Merci.” Coleen said in a sickly sweet tone.
“Ahh, Merci, yes.” Tristanio replied enthusiastically.

The town was unusually empty and sent an eerie wave across us. We decided to split up into twos to try and find some of the Vassyl clans, at least some sign, we were meant to be battling today and if we don’t find them we can forfeit our prized treasures from three years of reputation building, time was against. I was paired with Rachel, which gave me some time to think about things to say, and hopefully in a very subtle way try to find out if my suspicions of Rachel and Brett were true.

We were mainly silent for a while, walking on cobbled streets catching the eyes of large vultures parading in the sandy sky.

“Looking forward for tonight?” I broke the silence, the sound of echoed from the barren town.
“Yeah, I’ve got a surprise for you.” Rachel replied, in her usual manner which was strange and confusing, but I just let it pass.
“Yeah what kind of surprise?”
“It’s a surprise, I’m not telling.” I felt the usual nagging urge to know that Rachel tends to cause. I don’t let it get me, in our usual chit-chat I tried to plan some way to ask about Brett. Her Inverse attire only urged me to ask more, her dark satin clothing, purple eye shadow, matte-smooth skin and her glossy eyes piercing me. Each part of her screaming for me to crave her, I haven’t felt like this in a while and the urges came twice as strong.
“Are you dating Brett?” I couldn’t hold it any longer. Rachel turned her eyes to me one eyebrow arched, lips threatening to laugh.
“Hell no!” And her mouth opened wide as she laughed, echoing off the walls. I smiled along side feeling embarrassed, if our Inverse selves could show it, I know my cheeks would be red with blood of humiliation.
She regained her breath and her eyes travelled slowly from waist to meet my eyes, she took a small step toward, and placed her hand lightly onto my hand. She curved and weaved her fingers through mine, I could feel my heart beneath the chest of sleeping body thump faster and harsher. It sent a tingling sensation down my body, not like before, this was a pleasurable one and not at all terrifying. Like someone lightly playing with your hair. Untangling my hands from hers I let them move slowly along the curves of Rachel’s body. Our lips close to meeting.

The battle noises stopped us, coming from a few streets away. Separating ourselves we realized we could hear the sounds of footsteps around us, we both searched the cobbled street with our eyes and a green jets of light were flying past us, dancing around like a tiger playing with it’s victim. I looked up to see pale white faces on top of a building, staring down at us snarling and growling, a midst the pale faces were demonic gothic creatures dotted around. Still hearing the battle noises in the distance there must be more. I drank in the scene, my mind sent a sense of foolishness and embarrassment around me. I should have known, it was obvious, of course this was a trap I told myself before. Why would any of these minors pick a fight with us, but I was stubborn, I wouldn’t refuse a fight, but I should have refused this one.
“Do you not realize your breaking the rules little children?” Rachel said in a patronizing voice but you could also sense the fear. The same fear I have got. After what Amy told us, things have gotten serious, I don’t know how serious, I don’t know what could come of this, but I sure as hell will find out why.

“Do you not realize that soon there will be no rules. He wants Will’s power, give it to us and we can save you the embarrassment of being beaten by minors.” The guy said, the same guy from the diner me and Ray were in when we planned this fight. His red eyes flashing towards me and as he pointed.
“Who is he?” I asked. And in an instant he dropped from the building rooftop and stood only a feet away from us, the shadow of the building made him seem less pale but his eyes were still noticeably bright crimson.

He stared at us for a long minute and laughed mockingly.
“That’s it I’m calling the Antibodies, your in serious shit little boy.” Rachel fumed. “Inverse, deduction, triumph, tinsel. “ The four words that called upon the Antibodies when they were needed, of course they needed to be four words that were unlikely spoken in the same sentence. A minute past, his crimson eyes still threatening, the battle sounds still apparent but no Antibodies.
“Not going to work.” He said plainly at us.
“That’s impossible.” I spat back but his words seem more likely, no sign of Antibodies. When I said serious, this was beyond what I could imagine. They would have to completely change the foundations of Inverse to be able to manipulate it like this. These minors couldn’t do that, Inverse was more tightly sealed than the Government databases. There is absolutely no way they could of done this.
“What the hell is going on? You should seriously rethink your position, I mean it, this has gone past cheating. You could, no scrap that, you will be in serious trouble for this.” I said in a very serious tone to make sure that this guy fully understood what was at stake. I felt like a parent telling off their child, but it needed to be done.

All twenty of them dropped and hit the cobbled floor causing a horrendous noise to echo through the stone town. There was no way into his mind to change it, yet as I looked into his eyes to plea to him that, to make him realize his hard act person revealed a scared boy, it was apparent on his face. I knew then that Amy was telling the truth some of the Gespos were behind this whole thing, manipulating the minds of children into fear to do their dirty work, threatening them no doubt with false information, bluffing about how they know where they live. I could almost picture them, corrupting minds. It sent the worst anger through me, so much so I could my unstable side raising from it’s lair, my emotions were so strong so hard to control now, I didn’t know whether I could stop the anger outbreak this time. I didn’t know what to do, whether to back down and sacrifice my pride, that would of been the good thing to but at the same time whoever was behind this, taunting us, needed to know they can’t manipulate us. If we give up everything, for whatever reason they needed it for, they can come to us ourselves and face us.

I ran, and Rachel followed, the twenty odd demonic minors ran after us. If I