Sinister
[ˈsinistər]
Adjective
1. giving the impression that something harmful or evil is happening or will happen.
"there was something sinister about that murmuring voice"
Keir turned around reluctantly. Standing in the doorway was a kid, though he was undoubtedly related to Nyx. They had the same angled features, the same light hair and blue eyes. He was likely around fourteen, which was probably why he was up here and not downstairs. He smiled widely at him, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Those pale irises remained cold and almost bored as they raked over his body. A shiver ran up his spine, uncomfortable under the boy's gaze. Something was definitely off about him.
“Nyx will be mad someone saw this; the room was supposed to locked up tonight." The boy sighed as though this was more of an annoyance than anything. Then his Cheshire-like grin was back and he stepped forward, offering his hand to Keir. "Nothing to be done about it now, I suppose. My name is Silas."
“Uhhh, Keir.” He mumbled out, reaching to shake his hand. As soon as his hand touched Silas’s cold fingers, everything went black and Keir found himself clutching nothing but air.
His heart stopped for a moment before beating in double time as his eyes tried to make anything in the inky blackness before him. “H-hello?” He called meekly, reaching out to try and find something solid to grasp on. He took a few steps forward, looking for the walls of the room he’d just been in, but came up short. There was nothing in this darkness as far as he could tell. It was so silent that he couldn’t hear anything besides his own blood rushing in his ears.
Silas had obviously sent him here, but Keir had no experience with this sort of stuff. Whether it was just his consciousness here or his entire being, he couldn’t tell. Perhaps, the kid had killed him and now he was in purgatory.
The thought sent him into a panic. What if he was actually dead? There was so much he hadn't gotten to do yet. Hell, he had barely gone farther than make out with someone before. He couldn't die a virgin! How embarrassing would that be?
Gods, he was going to go crazy if he didn't calm down. Maybe he could use his powers in here? He sat down on the ground, legs criss-cross, and ran his hands along the surface. It was perfectly smooth, he couldn't even find a scuff on it. Okay, so no dirt. That was fine. He could make plants form out of nothing, it was just more difficult.
Keir let his hands come to rest on his knees and closed his eyes, not that it made much of a difference. Inhaling deeply, he focused on an image of a luminescent plant. It had a delicate stem, with silky, blue leaves that let off a small glow. This plant didn't really exist, but it would if he willed it to. Nature witches made up new plants to suit their needs all the time. A simple, glowing plant shouldn't be a problem.
He waited for his powers to come, but the familiar tug in his gut and prickle in his fingers never showed. He huffed a bit, straightening up and focusing even harder for a few moments. He couldn't even feel his magic stirring inside him.
A growl ripped through the air, low and primal. Keir froze, fear coursing through his veins as his eyes snapped open, but he couldn't see a thing. The growl had come from right behind him. Hot, heavy breath ran over the back of his neck, tousling his brown hair.
He jumped up suddenly as his fight for flight instinct kicked in. Seeing as he was completely defenseless, his only option was flight. So he ran, a scream coming from him as his legs went as fast as they could.
The beast snarled, bounding after him. By the sound of its powerful footsteps, it was on all fours, and it was gaining on him quickly. Running had never been his thing, but now he wished he'd taken track in middle school like his dad had wanted him to.
Blind panic shot through him as he felt the creature nip at his heals, causing him to pump his legs even harder. He would have screamed again, but all of his energy was focused on staying away from becomming the monster's next snack. If not for pure adrenaline, he would be a heaving mess by now.
He couldn't keep this up forever though. Even now, he could feel the burning in his legs and lungs from exertion. He'd be slowing down in the next few moments, and the beast would get him. He could feel it's breath on his ankles, the snarls and growls rumbling from its chest sending jolts of fear through him.
Just as it pounced, claws breaking through his skin as it landed on him, he woke up.
Keir's eyes snapped open, chest heaving as he sat up, frantically looking around the room for the beast. He was still in the study, sitting in the middle of the pentagram.
"Nice demon." Keir's head whirled around to the voice. Kneeling next to the pentagram was Silas. A cold smirk was on his face, his pale eyes swirling with a bright gleam. He stood up, walking toward Keir. "How'd you like your little trip?"
Keir didn't answer, instead scrambling up as Silas offered his hand out. He backed away, and the boy tried to touch him again.
"Don't worry, I won't send you there again." He laughed, like this was fun for him. Anger bubbled in Keir's chest, a familiar tug pooling in his gut. "Your mind is too weak to handle-"
Silas yelped as vines broke through the window, spraying glass on the floor. The English Ivy wrapped around his wrists first, the around his torso as it pulled him down. Soon enough, the green leaves covered him from the neck down.
Anger flowed through Keir, glazing over his mind leaving him seeing red. He wanted to hurt the blond. Make him pay for what he'd done to him. He knew his brown eyes were swirling with green as his magic bubbled beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed.
Keir took a step foward, the vines tightening around Silas that were just on the verge of growing thorns.
"Go ahead, hurt me." He coughed out as if reading Keir's mind. He smiled, eyes alight with excitement like this was the best day of his life. "Show me what nature is truly capable of."
The words were like an ice bucket being poured over him. He wouldn't stoop down to his level. He didn't dabble with dark magic at all, and that is exactly what Silas wanted.
"Leave me alone." Keir ground out before fleeing the room, leaving the kid to deal with the vines by himself.
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